Chapter III

The PutPizza delivery guy arrived at the cabin door. The doorbell rang, followed by a glance through the windows that lay beside the tall glass door.

"Pizza's here!" Ethan exclaimed.

I jumped off the dark grey chair, set up by the black dining table.

"Deliciousness has arrived!" I responded.

I made my way over to the front door, catching a glance of Ethan handing over a twenty dollar bill to the delivery guy. I came to a stop at the end of the hallway, almost perfectly centered with the door. The delivery guy turned to face outside the the house, as he made his way down the driveway. Ethan gave a slight wave to the delivery guy, still holding the pizza in his other hand. He closed the door and turned to face me.

"So, what's the plans for the rest of the day?" Ethan questioned me, as we made our way to the kitchen with the pizza.

"How about some TV?" I suggested.

Ethan gave a slight nod as he set the pizza down on the counter. We made our way to the cabinet of which held the plates.

"I'm taking you to go see that psychiatrist tomorrow evening." he declared.

"I know this is immature of me to say, but I don't want to go." I argued.

"Why not?" he asked me, raising an eyebrow.

"I don't know." I let out a sigh,"I just don't know."

The room fell silent for the smallest amount of time until Ethan brought up conversation once again.

"Well, your going anyways." he declared.

I let out a slight sigh, grabbing a plate from the cabinet. I followed Ethan down to the Living room of which contained the large, red leather couch.

"Any thing in particular that you would want to watch?" Ethan questioned, reaching for the TV remote off the large glass coffee table that sat on the large grey rug.

"Well there is one thing.." I gave Ethan a slight grin.