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Post by tatiana1 on Jul 21, 2009 23:27:46 GMT -4
JUST DONT FORGET THIS, WE WONT REGRET THIS Ethan was never good at this. He was so awkward and uncomfortable around girls his age, always afraid of being rejected. Then he saw Emily in a new light, and his life was turned upside down. For the first time ever, a girl who he really liked had feelings for him back, and that was kind of amazing. And by kind of, he meant very. They had met in math class the second day of freshman year, and were seated next to each other due the alphabet loving Ethan. She was easily the prettiest girl in class, and Ethan was easily the most awkward. His hair was always poofy and he didn't dress very well, and he was stuck in that annoying just-out-of-middle-school mentality of, "Hey, I'm super cool, I'm a freshman! Let me be a dick to people who aren't my friends." And then he was seated next to Emily, and he couldn't be cocky or obnoxious or funny. He'd just get flustered and stare down at his algebra, wishing that he was smart enough to understand it but wishing even more that he had the guts to talk to the girl who was just so perfect. A few weeks later, they had their first conversation. It might have been about Blink 182, but it was a conversation none the less. It made Ethan feel slightly less retarded, just because knowledge of the famous band made him feel more comfortable. He was talking about something in his comfort zone, and he was getting more relaxed around Emily. He was still a bit of a tongue tied freak though, and ended up commenting on how he liked her "hurt" instead of her hair or shirt. Yeah, he was just that awesome.
A couple months into high school, they were "dating." They hadn't actually gone on a date, but they were hanging out outside of school and holding hands, the only physical contact that Ethan could make without shaking from nervousness. He had a couple girlfriends in middle school, yeah. But Emily was just so special. He knew there was something about her that made her stand out above all the rest, above any girl he had ever seen or heard of or met in his life. So, she was at his house a couple times a week, but he wouldn't go over to her house of of fear of her Italian mob family. They never dared to go to dinner or a movie or the bowling alley unless with a group of friends, because it would mean they were growing up and maturing. Yeah, Emily probably would have been game because she was a mature person, where as Ethan still acted like he was five. Six, tops. But hey, she was the perfect girl. He could practice guitar around her and she wouldn't get upset about him "not paying attention to her" (probably because he was secretly playing for her, not to practice) like previous fail "relationships" had. Those were the worst. He could be himself around Emily though, and although he may have feared showing his true colors because he was a freak and weird and annoying, he learned to ease up around her so that she could like Ethan for him, not for the person he could pretend to be. He appreciated her so much, and appreciated the fact that she wouldn't judge him for the stupid things he did or the stupid people he hung out with or his stupid band and stupid music. Yeah, Ethan had thought that pretty much everything in his life was stupid except for Emily and Travis.
Then sophomore year rolled around. Ethan had chilled out a hell of a lot more, to say the least. But they still hadn't had that first real date. Hugging and hand holding and little pecks on the cheek (and sometimes even the lips? Oh my.) were all that they had done, aside from four hour long phone calls at two in the morning and being around each other what seemed like twenty four seven. They were perfect, but they were still freshman, still innocent and naive. But Ethan wanted them to take it to the next level, to cement their relationship as something real. So that they could no longer be teased by Travis as not being a real couple. So Ethan had been lame, and told her via text message that he was going to take her out to dinner and to see a movie. You know, as a couple. Just the two of them. It was the most nerve wracking thing he had ever done, just typing those words on his phone. He was surprised that he didn't die of a heart attack waiting for a response, completely relieved that she didn't shoot her down because he was so lame and nervous. Hell, he would have, but there was no way he was going to be able to call her up on the phone and ask her this. He'd probably faint or throw up in fear. At least via text message, he could cry in privacy if she shot him down!
Unfortunately, Emily had just moved not to long ago. He knew where she lived growing up, because he went to a birthday party there once and he never forgot a house (who would when him and Travis went egging? Forgetting where a classmate lived and egging the persons neighbor was never a good thing.) But no, she had to go and move. He was nervous enough already, he didn't need this added stress on top of it! He ended up putting his shoes on the wrong feet and walking out the door like that -- his mom had to yell at him to put his clothes on right. She was cool and had offered to drive them, probably because she wanted to snoop and see how cute they were. She was a good mom like that. He had written Emily's new address down on his palm, but his hands were sweaty and the house number got smeared over his life line. He repeated the number in his head over and over again, laughing as his mom offered to park down the street so that he could look less lame when he arrived at her new house with the little white daisy that he had pulled out of his neighbor's yard on the way to the car. "Eight one twenty three. Eight one twenty three." He repeated over and over, looking at each house member as he walked down the street. "Eight three twenty one...no eight one twenty one." He said once, his mind getting mixed up and his thoughts getting all jumbled together.
As he arrived at the house that he assumed to be Emily's, he smoothed his plain black t-shirt down. It was nicer than most of the clothes he usually wore, because it was clean and not ripped and only a few weeks old. His jeans were also less baggy today, and those had been recently washed too. He stood on the doorstep of this house, his finger hovering over the doorbell for more than a minute before he lost his balance and pushed forward on the round button. He stood there for a few minutes and watched the door, creepily glancing into the peep hole from time to time. He heard someone coming towards the door, so he got his flower ready in both hands, ready to look presentable and nice for the scary mafia family that he feared so much. Then, an elderly Asian woman holding a small baby opened the door. Alright, definitely not Emily. "Can I help you?" She asked, shifting the child on her hip. "I'm looking for the De Franco residence..." He said quietly, looking at her house number yet again. What did he do wrong? "They're next door." She said kindly, her eyes falling to the flower in his hand. He chuckled hesitantly as the baby reached her hand out for the white daisy... which he set in the baby's arms. "You can have that." He mumbled, jumping down the concrete stairs. He waited until she was back inside to start walking over to the De Franco house. Once there, he checked his hand again and squinted at it -- definitely eight one twenty three, which was 100% this house number. He stared at the door bell and then pushed it quickly, hoping that his horrible wrong house incident wasn't about to happen yet again.
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Post by ava2 on Jul 21, 2009 23:37:56 GMT -4
eighty-one, twenty-threemeans everything to me.____________________________________ Emily had always led a pretty normal life. You know, the loving family (in her case, the crazy super loving Italian family that made sure you remembered where you came from, family values, yadda yadda) and the loving friends and the normal town and the normal everything. Sure, her dad was a little bit crazy but parents were supposed to be crazy. Or you were SUPPOSED to think they were crazy. And Newark was a pretty normal place to live, except not. Okay nevermind, if you factored in her friends -- let's face it, Zeppi may have been her best friend but she was a bit weird too -- maybe she didn't have such a normal life. Either way, she was happy and content -- maybe it was her accelerated mental growth that made her more mature than the rest of her friends that made her much more different and special, but hey, when you grew up with friends like Zeppi, Travis, and Ethan, somebody needed to be the mature one.
God. Ethan. She didn't even know where to begin when it came to Ethan Mitchell. To her, he was always the annoying little boy she grew up with from birth, the same one who gave her her first real memories when she was four years old. You know, the stupid nursery school/kindergarten annoyances -- not that he annoyed the shit out of her, really... Okay, that's a lie. Even though he used to throw things at her and scare her when she least expected it or when he would give her bugs and think it was funny when she hated them...honestly, Em didn't know how she put up with him since then, with every year going by thereafter being full of more ridiculousness every time. From pretend marriage (hey, Travis and Zeppi got married, why not Ethan and Emily?) to all the times that Emily ended up pulling Ethan's ear or hair whenever he did something stupid to Zeppi, there was always something about him that she liked, something that made her look past all the annoying things about him. All throughout middle school she tuned him out, playfighting back with him whenever he chose to initiate something. Everyone else thought it was a sign of flirting, but Emily never saw it -- after all, it was Ethan that they were talking about. Plus she may or may not actually have had a crush on his best friend Travis, but that was besides the point.
Then high school finally rolled around. With all the changes that that transition already entailed, Emily had hoped for a differentiation in her friends' attitudes. Let's face it, it got real weird for her, because even if she did partake in any of the crazy things that any of them did, she had a guiltier conscience, and no one but maybe Nate got that memo. So it was a surprise for her when she walked into math class on the second day of freshman year and Ethan seemed to look at her differently. He was definitely looking at her A LOT more than he had used to, and not even in his creepy 'I'm staring at you because you're ignoring me and I want to annoy you more' way. He couldn't even talk to her properly -- Emily remembered making fun of him for being tongue-tied, remembered making an off-handed comment about his behavior and him maybe having matured a little bit instead of throwing his pencils or crumpled up notes at her during class. For the first time she thought she offended him, because he just turned away and looked down at his math. And she realized. Maybe Ethan did change. But why was it just around her, because whenever he was around everyone else he would be perfectly fine.
At first she thought she had done something wrong or whatever, but then she started to see more into it than before. Okay, so Ethan liked her, that much she could gather. Emily didn't really have that much insight or experience with boys, and she tried to keep the fact that she may have liked Ethan too, to herself, from fear of being made fun of by Zeppi or even worse, Travis. Hell, that boy had always been annoying when he said that she should go out with Ethan, she wasn't about to give him that much satisfaction for being right every time he teased her and Ethan for acting weird with the group when they were around each other. But it was out of the bag quicker than she thought it was, and within the first few months of their freshman year, they were "dating" -- okay, nevermind, it took a little longer, since you'd expect chatterboxes like Ethan and Emily to tell everyone. No, they seemed to have a calming effect on each other, and truly, Emily was happy that she was able to start to see the shy side of Ethan, after putting up with his crazy one for almost fifteen years.
She was a good girlfriend and he was surprisingly a good boyfriend. They never fought, they always had fun, there was never any crazy drama or need to be super-duper clingy. And Emily felt comfortable with Ethan, even though her dad didn't. Heheh, her father had been the most shocked when he found out that the reason his daughter was always out was to be with Ethan...and somehow it resulted in Ethan constantly thinking that her family was in the mafia or something. Silly Ethan. Either way, even with his stupidity sometimes, Emily found herself falling deeper for him, his sweetness overtaking the teenage obnoxiousness that he had whenever Travis was around. It was cute when he would hesitantly reach for her hand, walk her to class and wait for her before and after, giving her hugs and a quick kiss on the cheek before he left, and how he didn't mind her sitting with him as he played guitar, both at band practice and just at random other times when they hung out at his house. They hung out a lot, too, but they never ever did anything serious. And come sophomore year, they were still dating, but still never did anything more than just kiss or cuddle a little bit. They hadn't even really gone out on a date before -- you know, just the two of them -- they were always more or less supervised by Travis and whatever girl he was dating at the time, plus Zeppi and Nate and all their other friends. So the text messages of going out, just the two of them, to dinner and a movie, had surprised her -- Em wasn't like any other girls their age, forcing their boyfriends to do this and that and demanding constant attention and affection in front of other people. No, she wanted everything to happen on its own, without force. She wasn't needy. But she was always willing to wait for Ethan no matter what he did. There was just a feeling in her gut, that even though they had only been "together" for a year, she was going to someday end up with him. Too soon for that thought, yes, but she always trusted her intuition.
After taking an hour or something to get ready, Emily finally settled on something simple -- a pair of fitted jeans and a v-neck shirt -- and now sat in her living room on the couch, some English homework sitting in her lap in an effort to distract her from constantly checking the time. Hopefully Ethan wouldn't get too lost, since her family just finished totally moving in last week. Well, he had her address -- 8123 Southland Court -- and it wasn't too far from the center of town. She always got nervous for some reason, even though she was so used to the waiting and all that, but it was even more nervewracking tonight. Her dad had given her another talk beforehand, about what not to do and when to be home, blah blah blah -- and she ignored it, tucking her long dark hair behind her ear as she nodded and pretended to pay attention. Sheesh. He needed to chill out, seriously, it wasn't like she was stupid enough to do anything like have sex or whatever else with Ethan when she was scared to initiate things to begin with. The doorbell scared her and her notebook fell out of her lap, and Emily stood up and picked her things up quickly, leaving them on the coffee table as she grabbed her purse and house keys. "I'M LEAVING NOW, BYE." Yeah, she just yelled it out for them, not bothering to say anything more than that like she usually did, as she was already antsy and anxious to get out of the house. Hey, her brother Jack could just leave it at that when he went out, so why couldn't she?
Walking to the door quickly, she fumbled with the lock and opened it slowly, and sure enough, Ethan was standing there, looking a little bit flustered and a lot more nervous than she had ever seen him before. All she could do was smile now -- this was what made it all worthwhile, really. "Hi, Ethan," she whispered, stepping out of her house and locking the door before turning to look at him again. She wasn't short compared to him -- he was just maybe an inch or two taller than her, but then again, he seemed to be getting taller with every time she saw him. Her blue eyes met his brown ones, and as she tucked her hair behind her ear again (oh god, it was getting so long, and she looked so emo), she chose to be the one to break the awkwardly cute silence as she reached for his hand. She pulled him closer and put her arms around him, wrapping him in one of her hugs and lingering there for a moment before kissing him on the cheek. Oh, was he starting to blush? The porchlight being on didn't help the fact if he wanted to hide it! She looked around, both at her house and her street. "This house is awesome you know, I've got a balcony at my room." Not like she was implying anything naughty -- again, they hadn't even DONE anything serious -- it was just a stated fact. But inside, maybe Ethan would come see her more if he knew that fact -- he snuck around a lot to be with her in the morning before school. "Did you get lost? I hope not!"
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Post by tatiana1 on Jul 21, 2009 23:38:57 GMT -4
JUST DONT FORGET THIS, WE WONT REGRET THIS Ethan could hear Emily's voice inside, calling out to her family that she was leaving. Oh god, she hoped her dad wouldn't come outside. He was so scary, with his big Italian demeanor and firm grasp into the Italian mafia. Yeah, Ethan wouldn't be surprised if one day he was found floating face up in a river with his fingers chopped off and his teeth missing. That's why he vowed to never hurt Emily, not like he wanted to anyways. Now that they were together, nothing could stop them. He cared more about her than he did himself, and that was saying a lot because he valued his life, unlike some of the 'emo' kids at their school. She was his everything, no girl had ever made him feel that way. Yeah, okay, she was his first and only girlfriend, but he had never imagined that a girl could make him feel so alive. Especially not Emily... oh Emily. The same girl who he threw sticks and stones at, the same girl who he chased around at recess, a worm in each grimy hand. He was surprised she'd even like him after all of that.
Emily swung open the door, and there she stood, looking beautiful as usual. Seriously, was there anything that she could wear that would look bad? Even when she was lounging around in sweat pants and a baggy shirt, she still looked gorgeous. It was kind of insane, she was like a super model alien or something. He stuttered out a hello as she locked the door, and he was glad of it -- as she was turned, he was able to make sure that his fly was up, and that his hair was smooth. He didn't want to look bad for her, because he could just picture everyone they passed by turning around and telling her that she was too good for him. All right, so that was a scene from a bad teen horror dream sequence, but still. It could happen. Anything could happen -- that's why he was with the prettiest girl in Newark, right?
She looked up at him, although it wasn't hard because she was barely shorter than him. Her eyes were so pretty, all big and blue and gorgeous. If it wasn't creepy, he would stare at them forever. Again, he still couldn't believe he was dating someone so beautiful. It wasn't like she was one of those 'hot' chicks who paraded around school in juicy shorts and obnoxiously low tank tops. No, she was honestly gorgeous. Perfect bone structure, beautiful skin, a killer body, wonderful facial features. She was easily the prettiest girl at school, at least in his eyes. He didn't know what she saw in him -- Travis was always the cute one. Then she grabbed his hand, and he started to relax a bit, or at least he tried to. Her hands were always so soft and warm, and this was familiar to him. So was her hug, and her lingering lips on his cheek -- which started to turn a bright pink. It was probably the nervousness of this whole experience, of going on an actual date for the first time ever. With the girl he would eventually grow to love more than anything.
He took a small step back and took in all that her new house was, and yes, it was rather awesome. He could spot her room by the one on the side that did in fact have a balcony, she was not a liar. He could just picture pulling a Romeo and Juliet scene with her, and he would. Hey, it fit, she was Italian and her dad was scary. Yeah, he would never be able to get over that. But it would still be cool to be able to sneak up to her room, to cuddle if nothing else. He wasn't a horn dog, and would never pressure Emily into something too soon. They were only fifteen, and although sex was something that all of their older friends talked about, and the main discussion in the locker room before and after gym class, he wasn't going to ask Emily to do that with him. No, he was going to take things slow, let things progress on his own. It would be the only chill thing he would ever do. "Yeah, it's pretty rad." He said finally, always the king of bad and outdated slang.
He chuckled hesitantly, scratching the back of his head. He was attempting to be nonchalant, but to no prevail. "Nah, it was easy." And of course, the old Asian lady next door had to pop her head out the window at that moment. "I'm guessing that was the house you were looking for?" Ethan looked at her, a mortified expression pasted on his face. "Yeah...thank you." He said, throwing a hand up to wave to her. "You two be safe!" She yelled out again, closing the window behind her. "I think she's off her meds." Ethan said with a raised eyebrow, trying to cover up his horrid lie.
"Well um, my mom's waiting around the corner." He stated, squeezing her hand as he walked down the stairs. All right, so he hadn't realized how lame that statement would sound as soon as he said it out loud. Oh yeah, he was super cool. Getting his mom to come with them on their first date. Okay, she'd be dropping them off and picking them up at 10:00 (His curfew was 10:30) but still. She'd see them, and probably make fun of him for being so lame. Except not in front of Emily, she was too cool for that.
Ethan lead Emily around the block, walking slow to savor every moment of this. It would be the second most remembered walk of his life. Before they got around the corner and into the sight of his waiting mother, Ethan stopped her, moving to face her. "You look so beautiful tonight." He whispered, trying to seize the moment in an unlame way. He moved his hand to brush the bangs out of her face, and then lightly kissed her lips. He pulled away and grinned like an idiot, pulling her all the way around the corner. Yeah, his mom was totally spying. He walked up to her van and slid open the side door, hopping in and heading to the back seats so that they could sit right next to each other. As soon as they were in the car, his mom drove off, muttering, "My little boy's growing up." as she did so.
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Post by ava2 on Jul 21, 2009 23:40:57 GMT -4
eighty-one, twenty-threemeans everything to me.____________________________________ See, this was it. His small greeting was something unusual to hear or see from Ethan Mitchell, but Emily took that as a good sign. See, maturity. Their quietness was adorable, really -- they looked at each other for a couple of moments without a word, and Emily had always wondered what Ethan thought about her as he looked at her. Her hand gently squeezed his own in reassurance, something that she was prone to doing to calm his nerves, since he was always on edge within the first five or so minutes that he was around her by himself. "Yeah, it is, isn't it?" She laughed in agreement and amusement at Ethan's response and usage of the word 'rad' -- no one really used that anymore, but hey, his vocabulary was what made him unique to her. "Maybe if you're daring you'll come see me more here now that you wouldn't have to go through the front door?" Yeah, Ethan was terrified of her dad, every time he came over. Which is why he didn't come as much anymore, now that he was her boyfriend and not just her friend. As her laugh faded away, the tone of it still rang in the night's coming silences. Well, no one was really out right now, her parents had chosen to move to a quieter part of Newark -- the fact that they somehow knew that it was Travis and Ethan who were the ones egging houses whenever they were bored didn't help the whole "Mom why do we have to move to a different house" kind of whiny argument whenever they all sat down for dinner and discussion over what needed to be packed up first. Oh well, the fact that the new house was really damn nice and bigger than their old one made up for no longer being a block and a half away from Meadowcroft, the block where Ethan and Nate and Travis all lived. Though it was getting rather annoying having to hear her dad make comments that he thought were funny over if his daughter's boyfriend wanted to see her, he'd take an extra ten minutes of his time out to do so.
Emily turned her head a little bit to glance at her newfound neighbor's house, and she raised an eyebrow in confusion as she looked from her boyfriend to the old lady, and after a few moments of piecing together everything, she laughed, both at the expression on Ethan's face as well as his response to what the old lady said. "Oh, I believe you," she said simply, still smiling as she shook her head at him and also gave an acknowledging wave back to her neighbor -- awh, she felt bad for him, he looked so embarassed. But he should have known by now that she wouldn't ever judge him for his actions, even his mistakes, especially if they were silly. Getting a squeeze to her hand, Emily brushed her thumb against his skin and looked at him shyly again as he mentioned his mom waiting nearby. "You say it like your mom being around is the worst thing ever!" She laughed, squeezing his hand gently again. "Kidding. I can't wait to drive so we don't have to rely on our failparents anymore." No doubt about it, Emily loved Ethan's mom, she was so nice and awesome and everything, even if she did make these embarassing comments whenever she was in the same room as her and her son. But really, having your parents or siblings drop you off places was SO annoying. Having him take the lead, she followed him down her stairs, walking with him and keeping her fingers locked with his own. Holding hands with Ethan just felt so right, along with a lot of their other physical contact. Whenever they hugged or just lay on the couch together while pretending to pay attention to movies (yes, pretending, because they always somehow ended up staring at each other instead), their bodies seemed to just be perfect together. Sometimes she even wondered how it would be, if they had...well, you know. That. Would it be different? She hoped not, she was still the same Emily with or without clothes.
As they continued to walk together, their pace was slower than usual, since tonight they weren't trying to speedwalk away from the rest of their group of friends or anything like that like they always did on Friday night hangouts. Through her peripheral vision Emily stole glances at Ethan, her eyes taking in how he looked, analyzing his features and how his hair was today, how the outline of his jaw was more pronounced with shadows from the lighting that came from the corner streetlamp. It wasn't creepy, it was more for an artsy perspective -- he knew she loved to photograph anything, and sometimes lately even him, because half the expressive shots that she had taken over the last year were of him, or the two of them together. At least he let her take pictures of him and didn't throw a fit, just like how he let her listen to him play guitar all the time -- those were certainly two things that she knew Ethan spazzed out about, especially his guitar playing. Plus it was just so cute either way, who could deny that? Their movement stopped, and Emily found herself standing still, staring into the eyes of the boy she felt so much for. The cool night breeze made his blonde bangs move to the left, and she could feel a blush coming on to her own cheeks now as he whispered that she was beautiful. "Only for you," she breathed through her shy smile -- yeah, she could have said something lamer like "thanks" or something, but she quickly changed her mind -- she was blinking ever so slowly as she felt his hand grazing her face as he moved her bangs away. She knew what he was doing and it was so adorable, and within seconds she felt Ethan's lips pressed against hers lightly, and even though it was a light soft innocent kiss the feeling of it lingered for much longer than two seconds. Yeah, she was blushing now, and he was grinning -- he looked so happy. And she totally wished that she could just keep him there, lips pressed against each others, but of course, they had a date to go on.
Calming herself down, she allowed herself to be led forward more, and the familiar van that belonged to Ethan's mom came into view. Ethan was such a gentleman when it came to her, opening doors and pulling out chairs and letting her order or do things first before he made his choices and decisions -- yeah, totally not normal Ethan, right? As she got into the van, Emily made eye contact with Ethan's mom through the rearview mirror. "Hi Mom," she said enthusiastically -- yeah, that's right, she called his mom "Mom," because really, that's what she was, a second mother to her all her life, especially now. Growing up in Delaware kept you with your friends, forever -- it was sort of a secret unspoken and unseen magic that happened, and Emily's mom never failed to remind her of that. And it was funny, because her own mom and Ethan's were the one who had used to tease both herself and Ethan about one day getting together because it was fated due to Addie and Ellie's long-standing friendship. Too bad her dad made Ethan feel weird, else he'd be over a lot at their house instead of her going to his. "How are you tonight? Thanks for...driving us?" Okay, lameeee. Emily surpressed her giggles as her attention turned back to Ethan, who had finally sat down next to her in the back. With one hand she smoothed her shirt and hair even if it was fine -- habits sucked, and nervous ones sucked even more -- and her hand moved to take Ethan's into her own once more, fingers becoming entwined before she settled their hands to rest against her lap. As his mom drove, she also rested her head against his shoulder, closing her eyes for a moment in contentment before speaking close to his ear in her whisper, so as not to embarass him in front of his mom for asking a simple question. Oh, she hoped Mom wasn't TRYING to listen to them, else she'd probably throw out some silly answer like Hooters or something in addition to another bad joke that would make Emily turn red. But hey, she loved his mom all the same, and Ethan definitely got her humor. "So, where are we going tonight?" The plan of dinner and a movie sounded good but she didn't know where and what they were seeing tonight...then again, at least, if his mom had to follow for dinner, they'd be safe in the dark movie theater later...right?
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Post by tatiana1 on Jul 21, 2009 23:41:10 GMT -4
JUST DONT FORGET THIS, WE WONT REGRET THIS Was she suggesting that he sneak into her bedroom at night? That’s sure what it sounded like to Ethan, and Ethan’s small, boy brain. Either way, he liked it. He liked that Emily accepted the fact that he was completely fucking afraid of her father, even if it was for a stupid reason and something completely illogical. There was no way Emily’s father was in the mafia, but he needed some excuse to be afraid of the only other man in Emily’s family of any importance. That was the real reason, because Emily’s family had influence over her. If Ethan avoided her dad, he could also avoid the potential problem of him hating Ethan and thus not letting Emily date him. That would be the most horrific thing ever, not being allowed to see the girl that meant everything to him. The girl that had changed his life. “It’s like Romeo and Juliet except we aren’t gonna die!” That’s right, he had actually read that book for freshman English. Okay, not so much read the book as rented the updated version with Leo Dicaprio. So what?
“Yeah, she’s just senile.” Ethan added, happy that Emily would at least play along when he tried to convince her that he had in fact not knocked on the wrong door at first. Hey, it wasn’t his fault that Emily had to go and move. And besides, he was never good with street names or addresses, but once he went to a place once, he could find it again from anywhere. However, tell him to go to 46th, and he’d be stumped. Hell, he called streets by the people who lived on them or the fast food chains that caused litter all across the sidewalks on them. Typical, idiotic teenage boy. “Okay, she’s not the worst thing ever. I love my mom, but still.” Yeah, Ethan probably loved his mom more than anyone in the world, even Travis. She was always there for him and supported him no matter what, despite his idiotic decisions and sometimes completely retarded choices. When Ethan made a flamethrower with his mom’s vanilla body spray and lighter, she was there to take him to the hospital for his burnt arm. When Ethan tried grinding down a handrail at a park on his skateboard and fell, breaking his ankle, she was the first one who answered her phone and took him to the hospital. There were countless accidents like this, but it wasn’t just that. It was that she was his best friend, the only person in the world who wouldn’t judge him for things. She was the mother that everyone wanted as their own, the cool mom. “Failparents?” Ethan chuckled. Yeah, Emily was perfect.
Ethan bit his lip when she told him that he was the only one she dressed nice for – even if it wasn’t completely true, he was sure she dressed nice to you know, be dressed nice, it was still a nice thought. Hell, he knew the only reason he put any thought into his outfits was to impress her, and to make her think that he wasn’t just the teenage slob that he really was. Hell, if he didn’t have a girlfriend, he would probably wear dirty shirts and put on clothes off his floor every morning. Not that he didn’t already do that sometimes already, but still. He would probably be a lot less put together if Emily hadn’t been in the picture, if she hadn’t have accepted his lame offer for them to “go out”, whatever that meant.
Ethan grinned as Emily called his own mother “Mom.” Was that some kind of hint for the future? He thought it was so completely awesome that she could be herself around his parents, especially when the only one of Emily’s that Ethan felt comfortable being around was her mother. Moms in general tended to like Ethan, probably because they figured he was so awkward and hilarious looking that there would be no reason to worry about him. Ethan kind of looked like a troublemaker, but not one that could do any harm. He was lanky and weak, and had a giant smile and a fun personality; wasn’t that a good thing for parents? Plus, he was polite enough, always saying thanks for dinner and actually making conversation with his friend’s parents (he hated it when kids pretended that their friend’s parents didn’t exist. That was just plain rude, and he would not stand for anyone to do that to his mother.)
He leaned his head on top of Emily’s as she made lame conversation with his mother, but still. Lame conversation was better than no conversation, and Emily was too polite to just ignore her anyways. Yet another reason why Emily was Ethan’s dream girl – she got along with his mother. All right, so he might have watched some of those evil chick flicks where the mother in law was completely crazy and never got along with the bride to be, and while that situation was completely different than just dating, he was glad that he didn’t have to deal with that when it came to Emily. Emily would always be nice to his parents, probably part of that having to do with the fact that they had known each other since kindergarten. But still, it was great. She was great. They were great.
He was distracted when Emily asked her question, too focused on thinking about how great she was. He stopped for a moment, and thought about it. Where were they going? He had already forgotten. “Oh yeah. Going to Red Robin, is that okay?” He raised an eyebrow, although she couldn’t see him. He had tried to pick the most generic food possible, not sure if she hated certain places yet. While they had gotten to know each other quite a bit, they hadn’t had the possibility to get to know each other’s preferences when it came to being out in the world, rather than just in Travis’s basement, or in Ethan’s living room watching a stupid movie with a cartoon dog. (Yeah, he liked those movies, despite Travis’s comments about him being a girl.) Now, they were moving onto the next phase of their relationship. The alone phase. Most people got into this within the first month or two of dating, not eight months like Emily and Ethan, but it was worth it. Emily was worth it.
“Oh, and then to a movie. There’s a few starting at 9, so you can pick whatever movie you want.” He knew he was good for saying this. He had heard quite a few girls in random classes complaining that their boyfriends only picked action movies, or gory films, for them to watch at theatres. And while most everyone in his grade who had a significant other for as long as Emily and Ethan had been going out spent their dates doing naughty things at the theatre while trying not to get caught, they weren’t like that. They were friends before they were more than that, and he felt that was necessary. It helped their relationship even more, because they never had that awkward phase. One day they were just friends, the next they were walking each other to class and holding hands, as simple as that. Since then, they had had little kisses and a few cuddle sessions, but nothing big. Nothing major like a real date, like tonight.
They pulled into the parking lot at the restaurant, and Ethan went first to open the sliding glass door of his mom’s minivan. It was probably good that she had invested in one, because while he was never on soccer and the van was never filled with cleats and shin guards, it was filled with musical equipment instead. Soccer van? Nope. Music van? Much more like it. He grabbed Emily’s hand as she jumped down, and waved goodbye to his mom as she drove off towards home. He was glad she wasn’t about to sit in at the restaurant with him, although she had given him money for this date. Yeah, she was the best. Ethan and Emily walked towards the doors and were greeted by the hostess (who happened to be a senior at their school whom Ethan had seen walking around on occasion) and seated at a two-person table in the back.
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Post by ava2 on Jul 21, 2009 23:43:49 GMT -4
eighty-one, twenty-threemeans everything to me.____________________________________ "Yeah but we can't be like Romeo and Juliet because our friends would have died too..." Okay, it was a stupid and silly thought, and probably even more horrible since Emily actually found herself giggling a little bit again, this time at the thought of something bad happening to Travis when he was in the middle of annoying the two of them -- or even better, the thought of Travis and Nate and Zeppi dressed in clothes from the Shakespearean play's setting. Yeah, she was a great friend, honest. Letting the ridiculously silly thoughts leave her head as she shook it, she closed her eyes slowly for the moment once more, thinking a few things over in her mind as they finally settled in their seats. The idle chatter with Ethan's mom ceased, and it was just the three of them in slight silence, the exception to this being the low volume and sounds or song that Emily couldn't really make out at the moment that were coming from the radio in the front. She felt Ethan's head against her own that was restiing on his shoulder, and as a few strands of his blonde hair came into contact with her skin, a smile crept onto her lips once again. "Yeah, that's good," she said, truthful and not trying to sound like she was just saying whatever to what he wanted to do. Not like they hadn't been to Red Robin before, it was a place that they usually hung out at with Travis and the rest of their friends, but obviously the rest of the group wouldn't be there tonight to provide background laughter and bad jokes. Nevermind, most of the bad jokes were made by Ethan, so maybe there would be some of that tonight -- not that she minded, she thought he was funny.
Her ears perked up when he made a mention of a movie -- sure, it was part of the generic plan, the skeleton of whatever a date was supposed to be like at the age of fifteen, and even though she could have expected it, she had almost forgotten what they decided and agreed to do. While Ethan and the rest of the guys were all music people, they didn't like to bother with books and movies and stuff (unless it had something to do with school, like when a movie version of a book they were supposed to be reading in English class existed and they would opt to watch that instead of remembering that film-makers have dramatic license and changed shit around all the time). Emily understood the mentality of the typical laziness that was pretty expected from the opposite gender unless your name was Travis Covington -- honestly, he was such a nut when it came to school, even exceeding her own overachiever-ness -- plus, why waste your time reading books while you had band practice? That was what it was for Ethan, and she got that. She got him, she understood, and he knew she liked to watch movies. That was the great thing, they understood each other, and at least Emily never felt pressured into doing anything she either didn't want to do or didn't feel like doing at whatever time. Her eyes flickered to the driver's mirror , and Emily saw Ethan's mom observing them. With a small giggle, she said quietly in reply, "Awesome." The smile was still on her face even though he might not have been able to see it either, and her hand gently squeezed his own once more. Good thing they were in the dark, she felt herself blushing -- how he still had this effect on her after months of dating was definitely beyond her own comprehension. "We'll pick something together." They would, and chances were that the decision on what movie to watch would be mutual, since Ethan and Emily were more or less the same person. Perfect. Really, look at their personalities and stuff. And to be honest, even disregarding their friends' silly jokes about her legitimately going to marry Ethan in the future -- yeah, Travis wasn't the only one guilty of calling her Emily Mitchell from time to time; everyone from Nate and Zeppi to even the younger kids like Ace and Nate's sister Megan did it. But she wouldn't ever admit to anyone that she had this feeling, that she definitely felt Ethan was pretty much perfect for her, as much of a stretch as that may have sounded for teenagers.
A few more stoplights and with a glance out the window to the landmarks and street signs, Emily knew that they were in the central area of town, where everything happened at night and got wild when it was much later. Newark was a college town, kind of, with the University of Delaware being in the vicinity and claiming Newark as its proper and official location; there were a lot of people out tonight, the usual nightly bustle happening between restaurants on Main Street, not to mention the movie theater and the bowling alley (and for the college students, bars that didn't care to really card). Once Ethan's mom had idled her car in the restaurant's parking lot, Emily followed Ethan's lead as he moved from his seat to get out, but not before she said a polite goodbye and a "see you later" in his mom's direction while she took his hand and made sure she didn't accidentally hit her head on the way out. Not that she was prone to doing that, but she was definitely guilty of not paying as much attention to things than she should have whenever Ethan was around. She gave a sideways look to her boyfriend as they walked the few feet to the entrance together hand in hand, seeing a couple of people they knew from school coming out or just down the street in view. Yeah, everyone knew everyone around here, even if you didn't talk to one another. She started laughing as she briefly looked around the rest of the restaurant while the hostess was busy with writing something. "Do you think that your mom sent Nate and Travis to spy on us?" she mused, shaking her head as she finished laughing. She really did expect one of them to pop out of nowhere like the booth behind theirs, and hey, it wasn't like it wasn't a possibility -- not even involving Ethan's mom, the other two boys might have been bored and nosy enough to discreetly and indirectly follow them along on their date in order to spy on their two friends.
Once she and Ethan were seated at a table and their drink orders taken right after they were presented with the familiar menus, Emily took that opportunity to bring the gaze of her blue eyes to look into Ethan's brown ones. He looked so cute -- of course, she always thought that about him, him and his boyish face and silly hair, all of which contributed to his handsome good looks. At least he looked less nervous and scared now than he did earlier when he had met her out on her doorstep. She didn't know why they made each other so damn nervous sometimes, they were already friends prior to dating and they knew exactly how to act around each other after all the years they had been well acquainted, so why did her words always turn into whispered mush and why did his turn into jumbled rambling? Well, at least they were fine, even after the re-warming up to each other that seemed to happen in at least some shape or form each time they were alone together. Her ankle playfully moved to nudge his own; yeah, they were both guilty of always playing the stupid footsie game underneath the tables at lunch and anywhere else they went together. "EJ, relax," she said cheerfully, using the personal name she had chosen for him out of his first and middle name initials a little less than a year ago; it was a sweet reminder for him, a show of her affection that was being put into those spoken words and being conveyed in the reassuring look in her eyes. 'I like you a lot, you don't have to worry." She was teasing him again; of course she liked him a lot. If she didn't, she could have just did what he did to her when they were five years old and thrown dirt at him or something when he asked her out. Though throwing dirt through the computer screen would have been hard, since that was the chosen mean of communication Ethan had used. Oh well. The point was, Emily was pretty much head-over-heels for her childhood friend, and if spending almost a year going out with him didn't prove it to him, she didn't really know what would. Ethan also knew very well by now that he didn't need to do or say anything more than what he did normally -- he didn't need to be anyone else but himself, Ethan Mitchell, because she liked him for who he was, even if he was mentally still that same five year old boy from way back when in a fifteen year old body.
"I'm glad it's just the two of us. I'm excited." True, this was their actual first date; one-on-one Ethan and Emily time. Sounded dirty, but it was quite far from that. Tucking her hair behind her ear, Emily gave him another shy smile as she scanned the laminated pages -- she knew what she was going to order already, but the scanning of the menu was just a filler action, not to mention a habit. After the hostess came back for their orders -- yeah, she was definitely getting that caesar wrap again -- she sipped at her water, tracing the rim of the glass with her index finger as she bit down on her bottom lip in thought. "Ethan?" she asked, her eyes on him again as she randomly made note of the way he was currently wrinkling his cute nose, and oh how she oved to place playful sweet kisses on his nose, "I had an idea. Or, I have one. Maybe we can skip the movie and just take a walk together?" Okay, maybe it sounded a little weird, kind of? It was like 8ish now or something, but even at that time at night it was still lighter outside than it would have been in the earlier part of summer. "Plus, it's nice out tonight." She loved fall, loved nature -- Ethan definitely spent a lot of his free time at lunch and after school watching her take photographs outside, the trade-off being that she could listen to him practice guitar if he was allowed to watch her in her own artsy zone. But the walk, the idea was just a random thought that popped into her head -- they both liked to walk around town a lot just because they could. Plus the weather was fall weather, awesome fall weather that consisted of gentle breezes and cooler temperatures that were enough for light cardigans and windbreakers to handle. "We can hold hands." Lame, way to go, Emily. Her apologetic smile was still one of amusement. Really, at night, Newark was actually real pretty. A walk, it was free, too -- no need to waste money on a movie that they'd spend the majority of staring at each other in the dark when they would also probably watch said movie on DVD in his room in a few months. And what could be a more romantic first date type thing to do than to take a quiet and sweetly awkward walk in the nearby, well-lit and well-patrolled park?
STATUS! done omg. TAGGING! tati tati tati WORDS! 1973, it just came out NOTES! some typos, rofl. BUT they are seriously my favorite <3
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