Teenage love

Chapter 5: Chior and café

Chapter 5

Abbi

"Okay class, I was thinking that we could have a small group project, the following classes," our English teacher Ms. Porter says, walking into the classroom. "I want you to pair up to write a short story, which must be at least four pages or more if you like, it can be about exactly what you want, but you don't have to hurry, you can work with it for six weeks, and you get to choose your own partners".

I sigh. Wendy is going to want to work with Simon. Sky with Grace and everyone in the class wants to work with Ethan. He is handsome, popular, and is also one of the smartest in the class. Everyone is going to pair and then the teacher will pair me with one of the others who have been left behind. The leftovers, which I am a part of.

Everyone in the class starts buzzing excitedly, this is a fun task that everyone likes. It's a very free task. I'm sitting with my head in my hands and my elbows on the table, I just stare tiredly straight into the wall. I feel someone tap my shoulder. I straighten and see that Ethan stands there and looks at me with his beautiful eyes staring straight into my soul, as always when he looks at me.

"Would you like to be my partner?" He asks.

I'm so shocked that it takes me a while to understand what he asked. I look askance at him.

"You want me to be your partner?" I ask.

Ethan laughs sweetly.

"Yeah, I wouldn't have asked you if I didn't want you to be," he says.

"Oh okay, sure," I say while trying to sound normal in my voice, and given the circumstances, I think I manage pretty well.

One of the class nerds who sat next to me sighs. Now he has to move, I think that he had hoped that I would be his partner.

Ethan sits down next to me and we begin to brainstorm a bit on what our story is going to be about. But honestly, I mostly sit and watch as his lips move when he talks. His light red and certainly warm and soft lips. Not that I'm in love with him or anything like that. Because I'm not.

Finally, we decide to have a horror theme in our short story, but that's about it we actually decide before the bell rings.

We still haven't planned which days we should get together to write, we can't do it during classes, because during class we are going to learn about various concepts and terms, and what to avoid writing when writing a short story.

"You can come by the café this afternoon if you want, Dad wanted me to frost some cakes," Ethan says when we are on our way out of the classroom. "We can discuss it while I frost."

"Yeah that sounds like a plan," I say when Sky, Grace, and Wendy reaches us.

"What sounds like a plan?" Sky asks curiously.

"Is this Curious George himself?" I ask laughing.

Grace laughs. Everyone here knows how curious Sky is.

"Well yes, yes it is," Wendy says with a dignified tone, but I know that she also wanted to ask.

"We only discussed the novel, Sky," Ethan says and gives Sky a look I can't decipher.

"But see you later", Wendy says and starts pulling me towards the lockers. "We have the choir in ten minutes, we shouldn't be delayed, we're planning for the show in four months."

"Oh you plan early," Sky says.

"Well what can I say, you have to start early if it'll be okay," Wendy says and start pulling Grace as well. She is also a member of the choir. "Come on Grace, come on Abbi."

"Hey, I actually want to kiss my girlfriend goodbye," Sky says insulted.

"Hurry up," Wendy growls. "We only got five minutes now."

Sky pulls Grace close to him and gives her a quick but what looks like a passionate kiss, as Grace looks enchanted when Sky lets her go.

"Grace come on now," Wendy says and basically lifts her off the floor and carries her with her.

I stand still for a minute and laugh at the sight of Wendy and Grace, then I look at Ethan and Sky and shrug my shoulders before hurrying away after Chip and Dale.

"Welcome my songbirds," our choir director Mr. Wale says happily. "We have so much to fix and prepare for the show."

"That's four months away, Mr. Wale," Grace points out.

"That may be, but we must do everything by ourselves. If someone wants tinsel hanging, we need to fix it, if someone wants to sit in a sleigh, we fix that, we have to decide who will sing what, if it should be solos, etc., " Mr. Wale says stressed. "I really don't know how we're going to keep up with everything we need."

"But we will," Wendy says soothingly. "Should we decide which songs, first?"

"Yes I think so," Mr. Wale says. "Okay, I thought we should perform about ten songs, but I want the last two to be solos. Who of you would want to sing a solo? "

"Abbi wants to!" Wendy shouts as she stands up.

"No I don't, sit down!" I sputter to her.

"Abbi, we all know that you have the best and finest singing voice in the world, so of course you should take one of the solos," Wendy says as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"It's obvious that Abbi doesn't want to", I hear Tiffany say nonchalantly. "But I'd be more than happy to take both of the solos."

I become angry. Who the hell is she to decide for me? I get so angry that I jump off of the chair.

"Yes, I would very much like to do one of the solos," I say.

Tiffany gives me a murderous look and I now feel how I'm full of adrenaline, it always kicks me to annoy Tiffany.

"I'm sorry Tiffany", Mr. Wale says gently. "But I agree with Wendy and Grace, nobody sings like Abigail."

Tiffany crosses her arms across her chest and looks sullen and I laugh on the inside. It’s so much fun to watch Tiffany not get her way.

I haven't sung a solo since I was in middle school, Mr. Wale has seen a recording from the time and he has been nagging me that I should sing solo ever since I joined the choir. This is his early Christmas, I would think, it looks that way on her face anyway.

Wendy and Grace smile broadly. They are as excited as me to see Tiffany angry and disappointed.

"What song would you like to sing?" Mr. Wale asks.

I haven't exactly figured that out yet though since I only now decided I wanted rk to sing a solo, only to irritate Tiffany.

"I don't know, but I'll come up with something later on, we've got at least four months to go, I don't think it's a hurry," I reply.

I can see how it wiggles in Mr. Wale’s eye, as it does when he is stressed.

"Okay Abigail," he says finally.

I smile. But what song am I going to sing? I really have to give that some thought, I don't want to choose the wrong song.

*

I sit perched on a kitchen counter. Ethan is standing by a table, frosting cakes. We're in the kitchen at the café, it's pretty big, to be honest, I didn't know that the kitchen of a café can be this big.

"You should've seen her face", I laugh. "It was priceless".

Ethan laughs as he puts a rose on top of the now finished cake and begins to frost another one.

"I wish I'd seen it," he laughs. ”It would've been fun to see actually”.

"I would've loved to film it, believe me, but I couldn't, I was too busy feeling good about myself," I say innocently. "You don't understand how good it feels when I manage to get my will to win over hers."

"Your will?" Ethan says and looks up at me again and smiles. "Abbi, you didn't even want to sing that last solo."

"No I know, but I would very much like to see Tiffany not get her way," I say superior when Ethan turns to the cake again.

"Have you decided what song you want to sing?" He asks while his hands are everywhere on the cake.

"Nope, I can't come up with anything either," I say thoughtfully.

"But you've still got four months to decide," Ethan says concentrated on the cake.

"Yeah... but not according to Mr. Wale," I say. "He wants to know tomorrow, but I can't fi ... oh wow, how beautiful."

Ethan has moved to the side and now I see the cake. So beautiful. Golden frosting three-layer cake with white garlands hanging from every floor and beautiful flowers.

"You like it?" Ethan asks with a dazzling smile.

"Yeah absolutely," I say, captivated by the sight of the cake. "I understand why your parents want you to frost the cakes here."

Ethan chuckles.

Now that I'm coming to think of it, I haven't seen Ethan's mother.

"Where is your mom, anyway?"

"She is visiting Mica’s college," Ethan says and starts on another cake. "Mica or his name is Micael, but we call him Mica, he goes to a college in New York".

"Wow", I say. "Your other brother?"

"Chicago", Ethan replies.

"They are far away both of them," I say, surprised.

"That's what I said," Ethan laughs while he paints a picture on the cake.

"What are you drawing?" I ask.

"Donald Duck," Ethan smiles says. "This is specially ordered for a children's party in about two hours, it's a boy named Ronald who is 4 years old, I'm going to write his name on the cake too, under the picture of Donald."

"You are all the children's savior," I tease.

"And you are the girl who does something against her own will to piss off another girl”, he says, again without taking eyes off the cake.

"Touché," I say, laughing.

Ethan laughs and shakes his head.

"You're funny," he says.

"You're the one to say," I say.

"I'm not funny?" Ethan says more as a question.

He seems to be finished because he comes up to me and washes his hands in the sink I sit next to.

"Yeah you are," I say with certainty in my voice.

"Then I should say thank you, I guess," Ethan says, smiling broadly.

He stretches over my legs and tries to reach a towel but it is too far away. He takes a step to the side to reach into, and he does. That's when I discover that he is right in front of me. Very close. I can feel the heat up from his body. It starts to tingle in my stomach again and I feel like I'm starting to blush.

I jump down from the sink. Ethan stops smiling. I lean towards him but is certain that he'll back away. He doesn't though. He embraces me and we lean our foreheads against each other. We stand there slithered together.

I smile before his lips touch mine very lightly and basically asks me if I want to kiss him. I want to kiss him, so I open my mouth. I feel a warmth I have never ever known before. His lips are warm and soft, and his face smells like cinnamon and vanilla after the cakes he baked.

He puts his hands on my waist. My hands glide from Ethan’s back and up to his neck and up to his head where I let my fingers slide through his blond hair.

I kissed Mark once, just once, and I didn't like it at all. I become angry at myself over the fact that Ethan isn't the guy I share my first kiss with, because this feels so much better. No remorse over the kiss as I got over Mark. With Ethan it feels natural and good, more than good, I never want the kiss to end. Somehow I get the apron off of Ethan and he has moved us toward a wall, my back is leaning against it.

I let a little strange sound that I never heard before escape my throat. His hand explores all of my body and I keep getting hotter and hotter by his caresses. I had never imagined that a kiss could feel so right, fair, and good at the same time.

Ethan kisses me on the neck and I become warm by his breath. Soon, I notice that my feet aren't even on the floor, but around Ethan’s waist, he keeps me up against the wall as he kisses me.

Can this kiss be more perfect? The answer is yes because when Ethan pulls his lips on my neck and up towards my mouth, I let another sound slip through my mouth. I pull my hands over his upper body and allow myself to feel all his hard muscles and I hear that even Ethan emit low sounds. Sounds that make me want to tear off all his clothes...

"Okay, get a room before your mother sees you," I hear an unfamiliar voice say.

Ethan lets me down on the floor and we jump apart.

"Hey Mica," Ethan says and starts to fix his clothes and hair while I see the red color on his face that begins to arrive.

I smooth my clothes and my hair.

"You have to be Abigail," Mica says and look at me, I can see how much he was making an effort not to laugh at his little brother's performance.

I'm surprised that he knows who I am but I nod shyly and feel the heat in my own face. I have already received a deep red color on my face. Superb.

"Didn't mom meet you in New York?" Ethan asks sourly.

"Nope, we met halfway," Mica says. "Dad told me to ask you if you need help with anything, but I can see that you are a little busy."

"The cakes are already done," Ethan defends himself.

"Okay, I don't disagree," Mica grins.

Ethan shakes his head and takes my arm and starts pulling me towards the door.

"Come on Abbi, I can drive you home if you want," he says softly.

"That would be really nice," I say, smiling.

We go out of the kitchen, leaving a now laughing Mica. We don't meet either one of Ethan's patents while heading towards Ethan’s car.

We sit in silence halfway, then Ethan opens his mouth.

"I'm sorry about that," he says shyly. "I thought they would be back tomorrow."

"It's okay Ethan," I say, smiling.

When I look out is the window I can see that Ethan isn't driving towards my house.

"This isn't the way to my house," I say.

Ethan laughs.

"No, I know, but you said you have to be home at 6 p.m. and there is an hour left," he says. "So I thought we could go to the beach."

Ah yes, the beach. I love the beach, even though I'm not planning to swim.

We take a walk along the almost empty beach and when we get to the middle of the beach, I walk out into the water a bit so I have water up to my calves. How lucky that I chose to wear a dress today.

Ethan waiting for me. I look back at him and is smiling at me. I walk back towards him. ”It's so beautiful here," I say.

"Yes you are," Ethan whispers to me.

I turn toward him.

"So are you," I say and lean toward him for a kiss.

Oh his kisses, will I ever stop being amazed by Ethan’s kisses? So stable and secure, warm and soft.

"Abbi," Ethan whispers as he leans his lips to my neck.

"Mm?"

"Would you like to be my girlfriend?"

Oh my god!

"Yes, by you do know that you'd have to be my boyfriend?” I ask.

Ethan laughs and looks me in the eye and I am surprised that I don't float away with the water because I'm melting off his beautiful eyes.

"Obviously," he says, and our lips meet again.

I know there's a problem with this whole situation though. I will never be measured by his kisses.