16. A Disaster Area

***Emara Stone***

Ethan's body goes stiff from how close we are. I feel his heart beating erratically, just like mine. My fingers lock into his strands as I kiss him with my whole heart.
Hesitant at first, I suck his lips softly in between mine. For a second I feared he would push me away, but slowly his stiff body calms and his lips begin to move against mine. I couldn't help but follow the rhythmic pattern of his lips that compels me to kiss him passionately.
Prada, Valentino, Chanel, Burberry, Fendi, Dior, everything fails in front of this bliss feeling. I feel ecstasy...
*I feel Gucci-Gucci.*
Butterflies assault my stomach as I taste his lips, and he tastes mine. Both logic and consciousness exit my brain as he pulls me closer. My hands that once were touching his hair moves to the back of his neck as Ethan suddenly lifts me up from my waist and makes me sit on his motorcycle's fuel tank.
*Ah!*
I gasp in surprise. Our eyes meet and I end up smiling. Heat rushes to my face and instantly, I flush like a pink hue shade. "Ethan, I do really like you." I whisper.
"And I really like you, Rose." He divulges relievedly. His adorable expression makes me want to kiss him again. And ten more times.
“So, are we.. A thing now?” I chew my lips that were moments ago in between his. “Definitely more than a thing.” He nods with a blush.
OMG!!! I couldn't help and hug him tightly while squeak in excitement. But this is not enough. I want to scream and tell everyone that we kissed. I want to update my Facebook relationship status and Instagram stories to show everyone that I have a boyfriend, my first boyfriend.
That I am dating Ethan Sto- *Oh no Ryan!*
"Ethan, I am so sorry for whatever happened this week. I swear on my life, I told nothing to Ryan or complained to him about you. And I am also sorry for what he did to your sister." I apologize incessantly. I just don't want any misunderstandings between us because of my psychopath brother.
Honestly, I feel so bad for being Ryan's sister right now.
Ethan pulls me in a warm hug, "Hmm! I thought so. Sorry, I was really messed up and little fucked up too." I giggle as I hear curse words from his mouth.
"Can you stay like this for a while, please?" Ethan begs me. His voice sounds vulnerable, like he couldn't take the pain anymore. Being a topper and getting suspended has already been a black spot on his cumulative record..
But I couldn't stop thinking that we were openly kissing and hugging in public. Anyone could see us together here, and that anyone could be Ryan's friends or our college mates.
"I-I can't. It's just, if anyone would see me with you, the situation can get worse." I mumble as I nervously play along with my fingers.
Ethan doesn't know how unbalanced and psycho-pathetic my brother can be. And here, there will be no teacher or director to stop his crazy ass. I feel stressed thinking about it. I just don't want the history to be repeated again because of me.
"How about we sit down for a coffee in a cafe?” Ethan suggests as his eyes go through the shops across the road. "No, I usually find our college seniors there. And they know me very well." I tell him dishearteningly, we can't even enjoy our first date.
*The first date of my life!*
"Then how about at my place?" Ethan suggests.
My eyes meet his brown ones and I feel a current passing through my body. I bite my lips as I blush as his words, his place, HIS PLACE!
"Okay." I smile short as I conceal my excitement. His place would be the safest place. Nobody could see us and we could talk privately, maybe confess our feelings more clearly.
We hop on his bike and ride off. I can't believe my luck. Not only did I make the first move and we kissed, also I am riding on his bike, hugging him from back and going to his place too. So many firsts on the first date.
*Of course, how can I not be successful when I am wearing Gucci!*
I grip Ethan's chest firmly as he accelerates the bike. My hair flies wildly in the air as the bike roars at a high speed. I never felt the rawness of wind with this intensity in the car. I hardly opened my window but today I experience thrill running through my veins as I feel the motorcycle's torque. And Ethan’s warmth.
*This feeling is amazing.*
After a good twenty minutes of the ride, we enter a silent street and stop in front of a two-story house. The house is built simple nothing fancy, but it looks beautiful with flower pots, climbers, and a garden in front of it.
*The house feels like home.*
Ethan parks the motorcycle in front of the gate. He removes the helmet and ruffles his fingers through his hair. I couldn't help but watch him do it beautifully. He is so handsome, cute and hot at the same time.
"Let's go." Ethan locks his fingers in mine and together we enter his house. I look around and see plain white walls with flower paintings and brown couches to give a complete feel of a simple yet comfortable home.
"Ethan!" My eyes find a middle-aged woman standing beside a tall brawny police officer, looking at us surprisingly.
"Mom.” Ethan un-locks our fingers and walks towards the couple. I quietly follow him like a lost puppy. "You finally decided to show up." The cop talks hoarsely with him.
"Um... Dad, mom. This is Rose." Ethan suddenly forwards me in front of his parents. My heart pounds like Beyonce in my chest as his parents' eyes judge me for their son. *Oh my Balenciaga!*
"Hi-Hi!" I squeeze my skirt in anticipation.
His mother gawks at me with surprise, whereas his father looks astounded, but the small quirk of his lips tells me he is also pleasantly surprised.
"Hi, Rose!" He then turns towards Ethan. A quarter of his lips crook up in a smirk as he smugly asks," She must be here for books?"
Ethan glares back at his father with a passive face that I couldn't understand. "Umm... ye-yeah! I just want class notes." I try to clear the tense atmosphere between the father and son.
"Oh... Is it notes now?" His dad asks him amusingly, his eyebrows tickle up in a tease. "Dad!" Ethan speaks sternly, more like annoyed. "We will be up for a while." He says as he grabs my hand again and I inaudibly squeal in response.
"Yeah, sure! And Ethan, I hope you remembered our last talk." His father shrugs off casually. Ethan gives a last stare to his parents and begins to stride above taking me with him.
"I can't believe he brought a girl."
"I can't believe he got her."
I hear faint mumbles of his mom and dad, "You know you look more like you dad." I tell him as we finish climbing the stairs. He nodes as we walk past a door that has warning notices sticking all over it,
*'Warning: This room is a disaster area.'*
*'Ethan not allowed.'*
*'Knock only if there is an apocalypse.'*
Loud music is banging as if a music concert is happening behind the door. It felt like deja-vu, Ryan's room always sounded like this.
Ethan gently pulls me inside his room and softly closes the door behind me. His room smells of fresh musky scent, that he usually smells like. Bed and table are made up neatly, and books are organized methodically on his bookshelf.
His room looks like a room of a polished man and future billionaire.
Ethan throws the keys on the table and falls on his bed exhaustedly. His swollen eyes look like a half tomato on his bruised face. I couldn't help but feel guilty the more I look at him. "I am so sorry Ethan, because of my brother you got suspended from classes and from giving internals."
He slowly sits up, rubbing his face with his palms. I regretfully sit beside him. His shoulders loosen up wearily as I touch them. "I am sorry, Ethan." He lowers his palms and lifts his gorgeous forest brown eyes at me.
"I am not mad at you, so please stop apologizing for what your brother did." Ethan's eyes shift to my lips as he breathes in slowly. The inside of me squirms under his dark gaze as he slowly strides towards me with an intention. I close my eyes and surrender my lips as I feel his warm breath on my face.
*BANG*
My heart thumps violently, and my eyes shoot open in horror. I made the ugliest squeal in history as suddenly the door opens revealing the Lucifer himself on my first date.
*Oh shit! RYAN!!*