Don't Go Crankin' My Heart

Chapter 2.4

The rain begins to pour even harder than before. I hear it beating against the roof and windows, and that's when I hear the low thunder roll in. Then, I hear my bathroom door opening, "Hey Mav! Thanks for watching the channel!" I hear Ethan chuckle. That's right, I left YouTube up on my bedroom T.V. which wasn't as embarrassing since he knew I was already subscribed. Ethan walks out into my living room, looking warm and cozy in my clothes. He stands and takes a second to look around the place. "Nice apartment!" He says to me, "I didn't take anything in before, I was kind of cold and wet!" He says again laughing, I laugh back with him. "I love your decorations," He says again. He points at my band posters and pictures hung around the place, "Hey! I love that band! And that one! And that one too!" I gasp and stood up, "Really! I've never met anyone who knows them! Awesome!" I exclaim back. Wow, we even had the same music taste. I smiled to myself. We both giggled and he continued to look around my apartment, pointing out little decorations and knick-knacks he enjoyed.

After the little tour around my apartment, we plop down onto my sofa together, sitting shoulder to shoulder. My tummy grumbles slightly and I check my watch, 8:03. "Hey," I turn over and say to Ethan, "I'm getting kinda hungry you?" I ask. Ethan nods fast in response, placing a hand on his stomach. I giggle and stand, planning to walk over to my kitchen. As I stand, Ethan grabs my hand in his and stands as well. I turn back to him and pause, looking down at the connection. I smile softly and so does he, and we both walk to my kitchen together. I peer into my fridge and pantry, trying to figure out what to make for dinner. "Are you picky?" I ask Ethan. "Nah, not really. Plus, if you're cooking, I'd devour anything" He laughs. Ethans had my cooking before, well baking anyways. I brought some cookies to class once and he begged me for one, he was astounded by my skills and always asked for more ever since then.

I open my fridge again and see that I have the ingredients to make one of my favorite kinds of pasta. I've got to make this for him, he'll love it. I begin taking out the ingredients. Onion, tomatoes, spinach, garlic, heavy cream, green onions, chicken. I pull out ingredients while Ethan stands behind me. He places his hands on my hips from behind, sending a shockwave up my spine, goosebumps forming upon my arms. "Anything I can help with, Mav?" Ethan asks sweetly by my ear. I melt inside and smile back at him, "Yeah, can you grab some pasta, white wine, olive oil, and seasonings from my pantry please, sweetie?" Oh no, did that slip out? I blush at my slip-up. Looking back at Ethan, a warm smile spreads across his face, he's also blushing. "Of course," He says. He removes his hands from my sides, once warm with his touch now feeling cold and exposed. He goes to my pantry and finds everything I asked for. Bringing it all back to me, I point to the counter for him to set it all down.

"So, what are we making?" Ethan asks. "Well, I saw I had the ingredients to make a favorite pasta of mine, so I thought I'd make it for you, and see how you like it. It's called Tuscan chicken pasta." I responded to him. "Mmmm sounds good to me. Let's get started!" Ethan said back. I pull out all of the dishwares we needed. Cutting boards, knives, pots and pans, spoons. I hand Ethan a knife and cutting board and we begin to dice our onions, garlic, and tomatoes together. It was nice to have a helping hand in the kitchen, things went by so much faster. I seasoned and began to sear the chicken in my oiled pan, placing it aside and cooking down the other ingredients in the same pan. Ethan filled the pot with water and began boiling it for the pasta. Everything was coming together very quickly. Before we knew it, our dinner was finished.

We stood back, admiring our creation. Ethan put his arm around me and cheered, "Teamwork baby!" I giggled. "Oh!" I suddenly exclaimed. I had just remembered about the fresh garlic french loaf I made the other day, it would be perfect to have with our dinner. I quickly went to my pantry to get it, while pulling out the bread my eye also caught my bottle of red wine. How romantic, I smiled to myself. I grabbed the bottle and walked out to meet Ethan again. He saw the loaf and wine in my arms and gasped, "Perfect!" he said giddily. I grabbed some bowls and wine glasses from my kitchen cupboard, handing a bowl to Ethan before going over to the kitchen table. I set the glasses, bottle, and bread down on the table before returning to the kitchen to serve myself some pasta. Instead of serving myself, Ethan set down his bowl and took mine from my hands. He served me the pasta and smiled at me sweetly. Awwww.  I smiled back and said, "Thanks Eefy." Ethan's smile grew as he blushed. I turned on my heels to head back to the table when Ethan responded, "No problem, sweetheart." I blushed and look back at him, smiling. He quickly looked back down, smiling and blushing to himself. He served himself and joined me at the table.

We both sit and I go to grab the bottle of wine but Ethan beats me to it. He grabs the bottle, twists off the metal cap, and pours us our glasses. He hands me my glass, still smiling that sweet smile. I smile back and take the glass. We give ourselves a toast and dig in.