Wanting Her

Chapter 23

-HER-

Tomorrow comes faster when you woke up late. I slept late last night, excited for the incoming date.

I can't believe he asked me out.

I look at my face in the bathroom mirror, eye bags are hanging heavily at the bottom of my eyes. My eyes looked tired, but I didn't miss how it glowed brightly, anticipating to meet him.

I don't wear heavy make up, but I 'll definitely put a concealer under my eyes, to make me look more alive.

Why do you go around and sleep late Lana?

Dabbing the concealer with much gracefulness, it turns to look more natural than I thought it would be.

There, more alive than the living zombie. A little bit of lip gloss and a blusher on my cheeks. My face is done.

Now for the clothes, I choose to go for something more comfortable, I wear a short-sleeves loose t-shirt, and a skinny jeans that compliments my long legs well. I tucked in the shirt and I look ready to go.

I don't dress to impress, this is my first date, and I'm pretty sure he'll bring his motorcycle.

I wear my high cut canvas and grab my small pouch that fits to put my phone and my important identification. I'm not really fond in wearing any accessories, a watch would suffice.

I looked at my watch, and saw that I still have 15 minutes before Ethan arrived. Might as well use the time to tell my beloved parents.

When I step downstairs, the air totally shifted 360 degrees, my eyes were instantly locked on the certain someone, my nervous pulse quickened in its pace. I think my cold sweat is forming down my spine.

Ethan has arrived. He didn't looked nervous at all, standing in my living room. My dad specially looked at him like he was the one to bring trouble. Mom looked at him with interest probably wondering how this is the first boy to ever come to our house. He even being polite to ask permission from my parents.

And he looks like he's being interrogated for committing a crime.

And this crime in this unfortunate event, is him having a date with me.

I waited by the stairs, hearing their conversation. I mean their, is my overprotective of a father and him.

"What do your parents do for a living?"

That was unheard for, and I suddenly went curious. Ethan take a minutes to answer.

"He did some business here and there, import and export goods." He said, confidently. Always.

"Are you one of those pretty boy that go around, breaking a girl heart?" My dad's voice stern.

"Depends on what you believe sir, but I'm not here to break any heart. Not hers."

"I can smell trouble when I see one, kid." Dad said venomously.

Decided this is the time to come down, I make sure to step a little bit harder on the stairs, announcing my presence subtly.

All heads turned to my direction, dad's face scowls unapproved of this idea, mom just smiled warmly.

Ethan, his eyes softened when looked at me. Small smile
tugged up his lips.

"Dad, mom, I see you've met Ethan." I said and chuckled nervously, hating how my voice trembled.

"Yes, and I don't want you to go out with him."

"Oh, Adam, let her be, it's time for her to date. Let her live a little." Mom said supportingly while patting dad's chest.

"No, my only baby girl is not going anywhere with this delinquent punk."

I stiffened and looked his way. He looks unaffected by dad's comment, instead he looks... fascinated or may I say, amused that my dad went berserk by calling him a delinquent punk.

"Mr Andrews, I promise to turn her back safely. I just need until before 9."

Ethan never failed to amaze me with his unwavering and confidence voice, the his body never cowered of the intimidation that is my father.

He's so amazingly cool.

My dad's face crunched up even more, "That's too long, before 6." Dad glared at him sternly.

"Adam, enough of this, they just want to hang out. You can go, honey. Be back before 9 okay?"

"Ashley!" Dad gasped cutting her but mom continued, "You may take her Ethan, and return her safe and sound." Mom said, and that's our green lights to go.

Dad still looking with grimaced to Ethan but Ethan just stared confidently and smiled politely, "Thank you Mr and Mrs Andrews".

We walk out the door, and Ethan take my hand and hold it in his big one. His hands is warm and oddly secured.

"Hands off my daughter!" We heard dad said and closed the door behind us.

We walked hand in hand to his... holy shit.

Is that his car? A silvery glowed alfa romeo FC parked at our driveway.

I stopped and glared at him. "Is that your car?"

I was one breath away to hyperventilate. I knew that he was rich, but I didn't know that he was that that rich to even own this at his early age seems impossible, unless he has crazy rich parents.

He rubbed his neck nervously and look on the ground, not meeting my eyes. "Yeah, I'm sorry, I went overboard." He said lowly.

His cheeks flushed with light pink, is he embarrassed?

But that's too cute.

"I just wanted to take you out on a car, because it'll look decent than we're on motorcycle. Besides I don't want your hair ruined because of the helmet." He added.

He even considered that. Not fair, he's perfect.

I was stunned beyond words. He took my hand and open the passenger door. "Let's go?" He asked.

I nodded and went in. The waft of masculinity scents filled his car. I love it already. He rounded his car before getting in and starts his sweet ride. I glanced back at my house and I can see, the moving curtain drapes.

They're watching me still.

I wonder what they thought about Ethan. I'm caring about this way too much than I should. We're not even official yet. We haven't said a word about it yet.

I don't know when, but the way he acted... seems pretty obvious that he likes me.

I mean, I get it if my parents have a false pretense on how Ethan was. He dressed like a badass rebellious teenager. With black leather jacket, his black pants and black combats boots. And few rings on his fingers, he looks like... trouble.

Ethan cut my thoughts, "Ready?"

And I nodded my head, and my earlier anticipation of going out with him, that has been cut off by what my parents think of him, comes back with a butterflies swarming in the wall of my stomach.

I'm so nervous and excited.