morning princess - ethan dolan

08.

"How did you even meet this guy?" Mathieu questioned me, as he wiped sweat off his brow, "You haven't gone out anywhere, and suddenly you find this guy to go out with."

I cleared my throat quickly. "Ethan and I were friends back in Kindergarten, and he moved out of the States to France," I lied. "His father is a diplomat and took his entire family here."

"And how did you meet him?"

"Through Instagram," I smiled, "I found his account and contacted him."

Mathieu squinted his eyes at me, before shaking his head and looking ahead. I could see the marketplace about two minutes away, and I could see some restaurants as well.

"I'm about to lay down some ground rules right now," Mathieu began, "and if you don't follow them, I will cut your ass."

"I thought we already established some rules, before we left," I reminded him.

"I made some new ones, because you never fucking listen to me," Mathieu retorted, "now shut up and listen. As your guardian at the moment, I need to know where you are at all times. If for more than a minute, I have no idea where you are, I will call Auntie and Sofian. I don't want to hear that you ran off with that boy and had s-"

"Mathieu! Calm down, Jesus!" I interrupted, "This is the first time I'm going to meet him in a while. Can you calm down?"

"There are thirteen year olds having sex as if it's normal ! Let me find out you had sex with him, or that you kissed him, and I'll break your goddamn ne-"

"Look, we're here!" I smiled, glad I didn't have to listen to Mathieu's unnecessary speech.

I can see the Thai restaurant, Naga, just across the street from the market. My watch says that I'm about two minutes late, and I'm so excited to see Ethan in person.

"Okay, brother, I'm going now, okay? I'll meet you here in the market in one hour," I promised, kissing him on the cheek. Before he could say anything, I ran towards the entrance of the restaurant.

I gasp at the beauty of the place. It's small, and dark, with soft music playing in the background. There's not many people here: an old couple in the back, a woman sipping tea at the table nearest to the entrance (she was unbelievably pretty as well, she looked like a model).

"Isa?" A voice speaks from behind me. I turn slowly, my heart beating heavily against my chest. I'm suddenly self-conscious about my appearance - Do I look cute? Is my hair okay? - and then I realized that I walked a few miles and I probably smell like crap.

I close my eyes when I have finally turned around, looking up into the eyes of Ethan. His hair is messy and cute like always and he has on this plain black shirt with a pair of blue jeans, the pant legs rolled up to his ankles. He has on a pair of Nike shoes, of which I didn't know the name of, and he was wearing those brown glasses that I loved.

"Ethan," I mumbled in adoration. He was so tall and beautiful, he has such a gorgeous face.

He smiles, opening his arms for me. I'm confused at first, but I finally walk into his arms and wrap my arms around his broad torso. I can smell this citric fragrance on his shirt and I can feel his soft skin as he lays the side of his face against my forehead while we hug.

I feel at ease, like he's this part is my life I didn't know I needed until I met him. I have this warm feeling embedded in me now, knowing that I have Ethan in my life.

"We should really get a table," I mumbled, loosening the grip I have on his body.

"Or, we could just stay in this position, and I could hold you in my arms a little longer," Ethan attempted to persuade me. When he saw the stern look I gave him, he simply sighed, placing his hand at the small of my back before leading me to an empty table.