In Deep (rewriting?? )

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I had last seen Ethan three days ago. I think during these three days I have not stopped thinking about our interaction at the market. I have combed over every word and action either of us made probably 3 times. I wish I didn't laugh as loud as I did at some of our jokes, and what was I thinking then I brushed my leg against his when we were sitting in the grass. 

Ethan has not texted in over 24 hours and I will not lie when I say I'm a little nervous about it. Not that I needed his constant connection or anything.

Slowly chewing on a piece of toast I look around my empty kitchen. My mother and father were both out today leaving me alone in the house. To say I am bored is an understatement. Perhaps I could be the one to text Ethan first. I always wait for him, but maybe I needed to put myself out there. Show him I was interested in this.

"Hey" I send quickly before I lose my small slice of c confidence. As I'm putting my plate in the dishwasher my phone chimes.

E: Hey

I wanted to write something like 'it's been a while, why haven't you texted?' but went with a more subtle "how are you?".

E: Sorry I haven't texted, there has been some shit going down. I think it's all figured out though.

I think I just died and went to heaven. Can Ethan read me so easily or was he so smooth? He just managed to type the exact thing I wanted him to.

S: It's no problem.

I try to play as if I haven't been thinking non-stop about the possibility of me having done something wrong.

S: I'm super bored and wanted to see what's up

E: Nothing to do?"

S: Nope, stuck at home, mom and dad have both cars so I'm stranded

E: I'll be over in 15

He left no room for argument. He didn't even ask, but I mean, I would have said yes. Laughing to myself I make my way into my room, throwing on some loose black jeans and a tight graphics cropped T-shirt. I don't know why I decided to show my body off more today than I have in a while, I just feel like I need to cease this sprout of confidence.

I was putting my mascara on when I heard a familiar humming outside. Except it wasn't the thumb of Ethan's car. It was the hum of my mom's car. She wasn't supposed to be home this early. I make my way to greet her at the door hoping to usher her inside as fast as possible, preventing a crossing of her path with Ethans. 

It will be a little awkward to tell her that I am going out now, but I assume she will understand. I was under the impression she would be there all day when I made these plans. As soon as I open the door I am greeted by the sound of Ethan's motorcycle making it down my street. The sight of my mom picking up two shopping bags from the back seat, glancing at the motorcycle, shaking her head, and closing the car door. Lord save me.

She turns around, smiling at me about to say something when the rumbling stops. Ethan is parked at the end of the drive. He flicks up his visor, fear radiating off his eyes flicking between my mom and me. I know he didn't expect my mom to be home. Well, I didn't either. I try to run towards him before my mom could slip in a word, I was unsuccessful.

"Nice to see you James" words dripping with judgment she smiled at James. What a fake.

"Nice to see you as well ma'am"

"That's quite the motorcycle" She is scanning him, eyes slits.

"Yes ma'am, it is my pride and joy." he smacks it with a shy smile.

"Are you here to see my daughter?"

"Yes mom," I cut in, finally close enough to input my voice. "James and I are going out" horror was written across my mom's face. I didn't mean for it to come out the way I did. Although when words, 'going out' sent her into such a reaction I couldn't revoke them from pure spite. I love my mom, although her judgment was a lot to handle at times.

"Ya, here you go," Ethan said to me, pulling something from his backpack. It was a back long sleeve jacket. Catching it mid-air, my arms drop with the unexpected wight. "Try it on so I know it fits properly. If it doesn't, I'll have to go back home to get my car" Sliding my arms into the jacket, it feels stiff, like I was wearing more than just fabric.

This wasn't just a jacket, it was an armored motorcycle jacket. He had gone out and bought me the motorcycle protection we had talked about. How much has this cost him? I zip the jacket to my neck and look towards my mom. She is practically ripping the jacket to shreds with her icy eyes. Ethan walks over to me, sliding his hands into the neck, pulling the arms, tugging at the waist, hitting the elbows, commanding me to roll my shoulders. Eventually, he takes a stride back, examining the entirety of my outfit.

"You need these as well," he handed me a pair of black gloves that matched the jacket. They are tight on my hands, but after flecking my fingers the new leather already started to stretch and give.

"Thank you," I brush my hair out of my eyes, looking down at the jacket. "Mom, I know what you are going to say, but I will be safe." She sighs dramatically pausing to think of her next words. After some hesitations and a lot of repetition of the dangers of motorcycles, I slid Ethan's spare helmet onto my head.

"What do you think about going to the wears? I was there when you texted."

"Sounds good to me." smiling I squeeze him tighter, resting my helmeted head on his back as we kick-off.

IT IS STILL MONDAY MY TIME... just late Monday :/ hehe whoops.... anyways here u go. Still actively working on the rewrite :)