Pandora's Box - An Ethan Torchio Fanfic

Teen Idle

First of all, my apologies because I've been extremely busy and tired to write a new chapter.  I'll try to upload a little more next week.
I hope you enjoy it!
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Summer 2016, five years ago

"She cannot find out about Ethan and me."

Once the rest of the band left with the excuse of starting to set up the stage, I walked towards Ethan, quickly wrapping my arms around his neck as I leaned to peck his lips gently.
"I'm sorry." I whispered softly, brushing my fingertips against the back of his neck while he shook his head.
"Don't be, I understand." He sighed lightly, resting his hands on my hips as he tilted his head and kissed my cheek.
"I wish I could tell my mother, but I know she would ban me from seeing me you and maybe even send me back with my father." I bit down my lip, resting my head on his shoulder as we hugged for a few seconds before leaning back. "Maybe, if she gets to know you, one day she won't be against the idea of us being together."
"You think she'll like to get to know me?" Ethan arched one eyebrow, clearly not believing that premise, and I couldn't blame him, only a miracle would make her to even think about getting to know my friends.
"I don't want to lose hope, so I would rather believe that one day she will like you." I smile, shrugging lightly my shoulders as he leaned to kiss my temple. "I'm going to find my mother before she starts looking for me or worst, Bianca tells her something." I quickly pecked his lips one more time before exiting the restroom.

It didn't take longer for my mother to find me as I was getting ready to attack the buffet table, holding my arm she took me away from the food while she talked in my ear.
"You know you're not supposed to eat at these events, it's not classy." She squeezed my arm a little too hard, but not enough to leave a mark. "You should go and join Bianca, she's near the stage."
"I'm hungry and there's a lot of food there." I carefully moved my arm away from her. "And I don't like Bianca, I'm pretty sure she's a psycho."
"Don't you joke about that, Amelie." She gave me a stern look, handing me a white wine glass as she quickly scanned the room. "Make all the jokes you want at home when no one is listening, but not here."
"But I'm not joking, mom." I shook my head, taking a sip from my wine as I moved closer, making sure no one could hear me apart from my mother. "You have to trust me on this, she gives me a weird and dark vibe. And I know some things about her that you don't..."
"What do you know about her?" At this point she was also whispering, her eyes focused on the blonde teenager standing near the stage, if there was something that my mother loved, apart from designer clothes and elite events, was gossip, and it didn't matter about who it was about.
I bit the inside of my cheek, considering telling her what I knew as my gaze followed hers the moment the band stepped on the stage. "I will tell you when we get back home, but only if you promise that you won't doubt what I tell you."
"I will decide that once you tell me what you know." She nodded, finishing our conversation as the band started playing.
I had to control myself when Damiano walked behind a keyboard and announced that they were playing a new song that 'Ethan, the drummer' had written about a very special person. I took a deep breath, a wide smile appearing on my lips as my eyes focused on Ethan who was concentrated playing the drums and mouthing every word while Damiano sang them.
Everybody at the party looked like they were enjoying the music, even my mother, who wasn't their biggest fan, was moving her shoulders at the rhythm of their songs.
"Even though it's not classy to be a musician, these friends of yours aren't bad at all." She leaned, muttering lightly as she kept her gaze on the stage. "And maybe there's some truth regarding what you think about Bianca." She nodded lightly, motioning me to follow her gaze and look at her. Bianca had her arms folded over her chest and she was clearly ogling at Ethan, there was something dark about how he was looking at him, like he was a possession, her possession. "It's not classy to act like that at a high class event, her mother should do something about it." She shook her head, pressing her lips together as she kept glancing between the blonde girl and my favorite drummer with disapproval written on her face. 

As soon as the set was finished, I excused myself and made my way towards the band's dressing room, making sure Bianca hadn't noticed my exit and wasn't following me as I walked inside. I checked myself on the mirror before leaning back against the counter while I waited for the band to come back, knowing they would be finishing packing up the instruments. The first one to appear was Ethan, running his fingers through his hair as he undid his man bun and leaned against the wall.
"Damiano and Victoria are distracting Bianca while Thomas is gonna guard the door so we can have a few minutes alone." He sighed lightly, not wasting any time I ran towards him, biting down my bottom lip as he wrapped his arms around my waist and leaned to kiss my lips. "I miss you."
"I miss you more." I whispered against his lips, a soft smile gracing my lips as I kissed him back and rested my hands on his shoulders. "You were amazing today, even my mother liked it."
"Did you like our song?" He whispered, tilting his head as he started covering my jaw soft kisses before reaching my neck.
"I loved it." I nodded lightly, throwing my head back to give him more access to my neck as he pressed his parted lips against my skin, covering it with open kisses. "It was perfect."
He gently turned us around and pushed me against the wall, our mutual need taking over as he easily lifted me, motioning me to wrap my legs around his waist, his hands moving down my back and over my ass as he pressed his hips with mine while his lips returned to cover my lips. This time we didn't share a sweet kiss, this time our kiss was full of passion and desperation, we kissed like we did that night in my room, our parted lips moving together as our tongues explored each other's mouths. I felt him squeezing my ass as he moaned into my mouth, pressing his hips again with mine while I tightened my legs around him, pressing my body completely with his, not leaving an inch between our bodies.
We could hear some commotion happening just outside the changing room, but we were too busy to pay attention, as we were both lost in our shared lust and need. So we chose to ignore whatever what's happening outside until the door was suddenly and violently open, making us to break the kiss and turn around to the person who had practically kicked the door open and stepped inside.

"Well, well, well... what do we have in here?"

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Any bets on who is person who broke in?
I hope you liked it!
Love,
A