|Highest ranking: #420 Teen Fiction|
''Ethan Andrews is every girl's dream. He's heartache wrapped in leather and cheap cologne, topped off with a quick tongue and an aura of mystery. But there's not much more to the cliche bad boy. In the wise word...
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Mommy Andrews
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Little Andrews
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No matter how hard I tried, my hands wouldn't stop fidgeting. Whether it was to smooth out my dress for the hundredth time or to run my fingers through my straightened hair, they just kept doing some sort of activity. It's safe to say that I'm nervous to meet Ethan's parents. It seemed like ages away, but with school and my dad and my newfound friends, the time just flew by.
I breathe out slowly to calm myself, before lifting my pointer finger to ring the doorbell. I hear the sound echo through the house and not a moment later, the large green painted door swings open only to reveal a young girl. Her pin straight chestnut hair is draped against her shoulders, covering most of the front of her navy blue dress. She shuffles her ballerina flat clad feet, before stepping aside to let me in.
"I'm Emerson. But you can call me Emmy." She purses her lips, avoiding my gaze, which forces me to snap out of it. I had guessed from the family pictures Ethan had a sister, but she didn't look that much younger. In fact she looked like a freshman.
