Today is the day Ethan takes me out to the movies. I brought money just in case because I despise when people pay for me. It makes it seem like I depend on people too much when I'm clearly independent and don't need a man. If I wanted one I'd get him. As of right now, I'm going to take this slow.
My phone chimes just as I was searching for an appropriate outfit, the light illuminating off my light purple covers. It's a text from Ethan.
Ethan: hey cutie
Me: hey :)
Ethan: i hope you like the movie Purge Election Year
Me: I've heard of it. It sounds really good
Ethan: yeah I'll be there in a few see you soon
Me: okay text me when you get here
Ethan: I need your address lol
Me: 326 Allen St.
Ethan: ok be there in about 20
I finally find my favorite pair of skinny jeans, finding a cute shirt and a black leather blazer with some wedges I had purchased earlier this spring. I brush my hair into a tight ponytail, making sure there wasn't any stray hairs before quickly applying light makeup, a slash of lip gloss here and there with some mascara.
"Honey, are you getting dressed?" my mom calls, walking into my room as I take my phone off charge. "Never mind. You look great as always."
"Eh, it's something simple," I say, grabbing my purse and making sure I had money. I never leave the house without some. "Ethan will be here in 20 minutes."
While we walk back downstairs to wait, Mom starts a conversation.
"So tell me about this Ethan boy. Is he fond if us?" her tone is skeptical, and I nod with a grin.
"Yes, Mom. He does like black people and I'm sure he has friends who are black," I say, seeing headlights pull up into the driveway. "Well, that's him."
A knock comes on the door, revealing Ethan as I open it for him. He was wearing one of the sweetest smiles on his face.
"Hey, April," he hugs me. He hugged me! I hug back, letting go after about three long seconds. I for some reason felt so secure and safe in his arms, like I was protected. It was one of the best feelings I could've ever gotten.
"Hey, Ethan. This is my mom." I can't tell she thinks he's cute by the way she skims him with this playful smirk.
"Hi Mrs...." Ethan trails off as I noticed we didn't know each other's last names.
"Johnson. Please, call me Florence."
"Nice to meet you Mrs. Johnson- I mean Florence," Ethan corrects, his cheeks flushing red. Why is he so worked up?
"April didn't mention that you were such a fine looking young man," my mom says, causing me to give her a look. "How old are you?"
"I'll be 19 in December," he answers.
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color blind | e.d
Fanfiction"you must be color blind to think that i'm beautiful. what do you see? tell me, do you see black, white, and gray? because obviously you do." "no, but i do see a beautiful skinned girl that makes me happy, and if she can't see that the color of her...
