Obstruction

The Edge of Seventeen

-Stevie Nicks, The Edge of Seventeen -

https://open.spotify.com/track/2id8E4WvczfKHB4LHI7Np3

- April 12th -

"So just fucking tell him," Ellen said.

She was getting fed up with my obsessive thinking.
I had spent the weekend in what Ellen had named 'the Ethan-bubble'.
I hadn't seen any of the guys since Friday.
No gigs.
No recording.
Just a lazy girlie weekend with Ellen.
Movies, popcorn, ice cream.
And I was having some serious withdrawal symptoms.
Ellen was close to calling Selma to get another sane person in the mix, but I had blankly refused.

"I can't just tell him!" I moaned from my starfish position on the floor.

"You want him to make the first move?" Ellen asked from up on my bed.

"I don't know," I sighed, rubbing my face.

"You want to know if he likes you too, right?" Ellen said.

"He's just so hot and cold I don't know if he's flirting for fun or for real!" I said sadly.

"Okay... so what exactly do you want from him? His body? Sex? Cuddles?" Ellen asked with a suggestive smirk.

I smiled wide.

"Yeah... all of that... and his smile. And the way he pokes his toungue out when he's really focused. Have you seen the way he bites down on the guitar pick? So goddamned hot!" I grinned allowing my dirty mind to go wild.

Just the idea of him and me together had my skin in goosebumps. Seeing Ethan naked was firmly sat on top of my bucket list. But there was more to it than just the physical attraction. There was more to him. Who he was. Ellen stayed quiet, waiting for my hot flushes to cool off before I continued.

"And the way he always opens doors for me... and the way he makes me laugh... and his hands and his eyes... and his intelligence... and the way he just makes the music come alive," I listed.

Ellen looked at me with a smile.

"Looks like you need to amp up your seduction," she grinned and jumped off the bed.

She dug through my wardrobe and found a pair of skintight leather jeans I'd hardly ever worn, a tight singlet and a sheer off-shoulder t-shirt.

"I'm not convinced, " I said.

"Do you want him or not?" Ellen asked getting fed up with my doubt.

"I don't want to fuck up the friendship," I said.

"And you're worried about the band. And the fact that he might go to Vienna. And you don't want to mess things up," Ellen listed.

I nodded.
She laughed.

"Right... Tomorrow. At your bandpractice? You know that Stevie Nicks tune? The woo, woo, woo?" Ellen said, singing off key.

"Edge of seventeen?" I asked naming a song we had recently added to our repertoire after several requests for it.

"Yeah that.. When you do the woo-bit you need to rotate your hips.

"Won't that look a bit stupid at practice? Besides I have a guitar I need to play," I said.

"Figure it out. Point is. You wiggle your booty. Bring his attention to it. Then watch his reaction," she smirked.

"Which is most likely to look at the floor all embarassed!" I huffed.

"Not if you are subtle and ignore him completely," Ellen said.

I gave her my most sceptical look.