Underage

[16] Illegal Fun

Underage

[16] Illegal Fun

My apartment seems to be in a constant state of noisiness since Ethan bought Magnus. The pup is always running back and forth on the hardwood floor. Magnus constantly has something in his mouth. I knew owning a dog, especially a puppy, was going to be some work but I didn't know just how much. I constantly have to make sure everything is picked up off the floor and put up somewhere high where he can't get to it, and then he usually ends up with it in his mouth anyway.

I should stop being surprised when Ethan randomly shows up in my house. He lets himself in whenever he wants. Whether that's in the middle of the night just to climb into bed with me or early in the morning just because he can. Although, he always comes with food in hand so I can't complain too much.

I've gotten more exercise in these last few days than I have in probably a year. I'm constantly taking Magnus out to the bathroom, and I have to climb down and up two sets of stairs each time, since I don't need any more pee on my floors. When I do take him down, I usually just end up walking him around the block so he can get everything out.

Ethan lets himself in through the front door and drops his key onto the table. Turning on the television, he plants himself down onto my couch and props his feet up in front of him. I should really take away that boy's key. Although, I'm sure he'll find some other way into my apartment.

"Why aren't you dressed yet?"

"You said eight o'clock, it's only six," I say.

It doesn't seem weird that we haven't gone on a date yet as an official couple. We spent so much of our time going on dates when we were younger that it seems I know just about everything about him. Sure, there are things he doesn't want to talk about, but it doesn't mean I don't know what's going on. And the same with him. We went on so many dates during freshman and sophomore year that I'm not sure he could do anything that would be different. We've tried everything, even a hot air balloon. We got three feet off the air and I freaked out. I ended up jumping out of the basket, and instead we ate our picnic inside the hot air balloon that never left the ground.

We've gone paintballing and golf-carting and four-wheeling. We've been down to the lake and the movies, and on picnics. We've taken walks through the park and gone to Disney World and Busch Gardens. I don't know how he keeps coming up with new date ideas.

"It takes you two hours to get ready," says Ethan. "You'll find an outfit you like and you'll change it three times before you finally decide on one. So, go get ready. We've got to leave right at eight."

"Why? Do we have reservations or something?"

"Or something."

I roll my eyes. "Why don't you just pick it out for me, then?"

I head for my room and I can hear his footsteps behind me. I go straight into the bathroom, where I dig through my makeup and set everything I need out on the counter. My dresser drawers open and close, then open and close, before he makes his way towards my closet. My boyfriend enters the bathroom with an arm full of clothes. He has picked out a simple pair of ripped jeans, a white V-neck shirt and a black leather jacket to match him. He's even picked out a pair of black booties for me to wear.

I shake my head as he sets the clothes down onto the counter and kisses my cheek. "Eight o'clock babe."

"I'll be ready."

I wasn't ready. My hair wasn't curling the way I wanted it to and with Ethan constantly reminding me how much time I had left, he was only making me more frustrated with each passing moment. I wrap the piece of hair around the wand, catching the pad of my thumb. Curse words leave my mouth and the curling wand falls to the floor.