Let's Get Ethan ✔

Chapter 39

Ethan blinked adjusting his eyes to the pale light brought on by the streetlamps, they were two houses down, but they made enough of a spark to light up the outline of her face. A weary smile formed the apples of her cheeks. Ethan looked over at the plentiful moon casting its reflection on the sky. Pretty brown patches of crater touched the concrete colored rock, effortlessly glowing into the night. He looked over at Olivia again, she detached her eyes from the moon and looked at him.

"Okay, so how did it go?" Olivia croaked her eyebrows twisting in confusion and joy.

"Well, I didn't puke?" he asked her still not quite understanding why she cared so much, but not really minding that. She was happy, absolutely nothing wrong with that.

"I'm sure you did great; you got that look," she beamed. She smiled and rocked back and forth on her heels, "Oh, Ethan, I am just so excited for you, ah!"

Ethan returned her jovial grin and wiped his mind of all confusion.

"Well, thank you," Ethan replied.

Ethan felt the air form ice cubes beneath his chin, stiffy he felt his hands turn to stone as he felt over the wooden porch railing. They both decided to sit and chat a while before heading back inside, regardless of the weather.

"Brrr." Olivia shivered. Watching him carefully she motioned for him to sit down, they both sat on the porch step looking out at the street. The wind whipped through their ears and hair, as they sat enjoying each other's company.

Wait, just wait. Wait for her to say something.

"So, Ethan, how'd your first day of English classes go?" she asked, her voice returning to its normal octave.

"I really enjoyed it, my new professors, new students, it was more interactive, and I definitely think I made the right decision on this one," Ethan told her.

"Right! And that's how it should feel," she told the sky, gazing up at the blinking lights in motion. It was a drone or an airplane, not the stars. Ethan made light of it.

"Hey, Olivia, look the big dipper," Ethan said in an imaginative voice pointing at the UFO, taking inspiration from a wildlife tour guide.

"Oh, wow! The big dipper moves, how hadn't I noticed it before?" Olivia mocked him back playing with her hands in her lap, she looked over at him and smirked.

"I had a proposition tonight," Ethan said. He was grave, like he was about to tell her a secret.

"Oh, Ethan, don't keep me in the dark, in the dark!" she said with a giggle, "What is it?"

She pressed her lips together.

He sighed, "I'm thinking about becoming a captain on the improv team."

Her eyes seemed to glow with enthuse. She gave him a piercing stare, "You really want to?"

"I say go for it!" Olivia said.

"Well, I don't know. I mean I'm not really that good at improv," he murmured.

"I'm serious if you're committed to this stuff. Go for it. Wait, I have a good idea!"

"You and your ideas," Ethan said shaking his head, "is it roller related? If so, I think I'll stick to Battleship with the boys." God, now Lincoln had him saying "boys." It was official, Lincoln had infected his brain.

"No, really good idea. I think you'll like it. Maybe? We could be captains . . . together?"

That was sweet. If he wasn't crazy, maybe there was something there. Sadie and Martin had gotten on as captains. He was about to shout out yes, like a crazy person, but held back to keep composure.