When We Were Friends || ✔

Spanish Is Harder Than English

Margo's POV

I was beyond relieved when Ethan said he would stay. I don't really know why I needed him to stay. Maybe the house felt empty without someone other than me to fill it. Maybe his presence calmed me in a way no one else could. Or maybe I just wanted him to stay...

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For the first movie in our Disney marathon, Ethan had picked Lilo and Stitch. One of my favourite Disney movies of all time. That definitely scored brownie points in my department. After that amazing movie finished it was my turn to choose. I was trying to decide between The Lion King or Pocahontas which, in my opinion, was extremely hard. Ethan and I decided to play a good old game of scissors, paper, rock to decide on the winner. I won. But then we remembered that we didn't really assign which movie was for who, so we were back to square one. So finally after nearly 15 minutes, and a ring to the local pizza shop, we just decide to pick a random Disney movie. After I've grabbed the remote off of the coffee table, I close my eyes and randomly move the buttons on the remote. Once I'm satisfied with my arrow-moving, I press the play button. Slowly unclosing eyes I see that I have chosen... Beauty And The Beast, the new one. I actually haven't seen this movie yet, which is very rare.

In my opinion, the old Disney movies are the best BUT the remake of The Jungle Book was extremely good. So it's hard to say how much I'll like this one. 

"Hey. Can I ask you a question?" Ethan asks just as the movie begins.

"Urm... Sure." I say unsurely.

"So, this may sound rude, but why are you so bad at Spanish. I mean isn't David's mother a full blood Spaniard?"

"Um... Well... My brain isn't that good so..."

"That isn't really a valid answer Mar."

"Ok, then. Well. Spanish is a lot harder than English Ethan. Just because your a straight-A student doesn't mean that everyone else is."

Ethan goes blank for a second , and then he begins to laugh, really hard. After he calms down he gives me a surprising answer.

"God, I'm not a straight A student! I got a C is PE and a B in Life Skills. Just because I'm good at maths does not, in any way, mean that I get straight A's. Okay."

I immediately feel bad for saying what I said, so I decided to leave the conversation and tune back into Beauty & The Beast. Ethan gets the message and starts to concentrate way to hard on the TV. I try to laugh quietly but it doesn't really work. Next thing you know Ethan and I are both sprawled out on the couch trying to contain our laughter. We're laughing so much that I can feel a 6-pack coming on! Hahaha no need for the gym now. Once we compose ourselves I go and grab a bag of popcorn and we settle back into the movie.

About 20 minutes into the movie, Ethan starts to become restless and fidgety. Wondering what's wrong, I turn to him and asked him the obvious question.

"Are you okay?" 

Ethan turns to face me and there is clear confusion in his eyes. I try to clarify what I'm saying but it comes out all wrong.
"Well, you're all fidgety and I thought that something might have been wrong or if you felt uncomfortable or if I said something wrong or -" But before I can finish Ethan places his right pointer finger onto my lips. To shut me up... It works.
Ethan doesn't say anything and neither do I so we just sit there, facing each other and looking deep into each other's eyes and I feel something, at the pit of my stomach, that I haven't felt for a long time. It's like my stomach just decided to give birth to thousands of butterflies all at once. I feel my heart start to beat faster and faster. If someone measured my heart rate right now they would probably think that someone is pointing a gun to my head, that's how fast my heart is beating. My fingers and toes start to feel all tingly and all I can focus on is Ethan. 
I can feel us both leaning into each other. I don't really know what I'm doing but I slowly begin to close my eyes and pout out my mouth. Like in the romantic movies I seem to watch WAY to much. I sit there waiting for more than a few seconds before I squint to see what's going on. Ethan is just looking at me with confusion on his face. He seems kinda scared and hurt, which is kinda confusing. I start to feel my eyes start to water so I quickly blink them away.

"I-" I start to say.

Ding Dong

The doorbell breaks me out of my Ethan-ised state and I quickly scramble to collect the cash for the pizza guy. Mum always keeps a wad of cash behind the microwave so I go and grab it before I practically bolt to the front door. What? I haven't eaten all day and love my food. I'm a growing girl. Who cares about not having a man when you can save your money and buy heaps and heaps of pizza. Who cares about all the carbs in pizza because I surely don't. Pizza is gods creation. He probably made it himself. With the stretchy cheese and amazing sauce and wonderful toppings and beautiful base. Oh My Lordy Lord, I can't put into words how much I'm in love with pizza. Do you know that kindergarten banter where the nasty kid would say 'If you love it so much, then why don't you marry it?' Yeh, there is no questions about it. I would DEFINITELY marry pizza if I got the chance. And we would have little pizza babies and they would grow up and marry other (unhealthy ) food groups. Okay, so now I sound officially crazy, but anyways...

After collecting the two boxes of pizza from a cute young boy I go back to the couch where Ethan is still sitting, looking quite dazed. I cautiously walk over to the couch and sit next to Ethan. Still, in his daze, I open the pizza boxes and practically plunge my nose in so that I can smell the amazing-ness. Ethan is still in his daze so I gently place my hand an inch from his face and slowly move it up and down. This doesn't work so I decided to take the necessary actions in order for Ethan to be able to eat this delicious pizza. I climb on my knees and slowly lean into Ethan's ear ready to scream something completely ridiculous and stupid. However, before this happens, Ethan turns ot look at me and we nearly lock lips. My lips end up in contact with his face however and I am thoroughly surprised at how soft his skin is. Oh, how I wish I could run my hands up and down his hot, hot body. WTF, Margo. What has gotten into you? Oh you know being in the presence of someone so godly hot does things to my brain and sanity as well. 

I pull away slowly and I can see a small blush creeping up Ethan' sneck.

"AWWWWWWW! You're so cute when you blush!" That horribly embarrassing sentence just pops out of my mouth before I get the chance to take it back.

Ethan coughs awkwardly before saying "Why don't we start studying then?"

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Authors Note

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