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Quick Note: This is a rather short chapter. But I just couldn't have squeezed any more into this chapter without getting repititious or boring. I've started work on Chapter 3, which will hopefully be longer than this one. Check out my site for updates. http://www.angelfire.com/mi3/TripleX
Okay, we're back here with me in the present now. Things were going great for me. I finally had a stage where I could showcase my talents, at least on a weekly basis. I had a best friend who I absolutely loved. And had met Doyle. If I had died at that moment, at least I would've died a happy man. But as all of you know, my life story doesn't end there. Start the flashback music up again.
Chapter 2: Doyle
As was usual for the weekend, I awoke at about noon. I would not have awoke then, if it were not for the phone ringing. I stumbled from bed and made my way to my desk. I clicked the speaker phone on, and yawned, not even saying hello.
"Ethan, was your lazy ass still sleeping?"
As I supspected, it was Ashley. She knew I slept late, but always managed to call sometime before I woke up.
"Of course," I said, yawning at the finish of my statement. "Its the weekend,"
"Get ready,"
"Why?" I said, annoyed that she woke me up, to make me leave the house immediately.
"I'm coming over, and bringing someone with me,"
"You better be talking about Doyle,"
"No stupid, I'm talking about Megan," (Megan was this girl at school that both Ashley and I hated)
"Okay, can you give me like a half hour?"
"Sure thing sweety. See ya later,"
"Bye,"
With that, I clicked the phone off. I sat in the chair for a minute or so, trying to get the energy to make it towards the bathroom. It came to me eventually, and I trudged towards the bathroom. I walked in and flicked the water on. I set the temperature gauge to "Ethan" (I loved those showers) and stumbled tiredly back to my bedroom.
I dug in my closet for a few seconds and eventually pulled out an outfit to my liking. I tucked it under my arm and walked over to my computer (Which I had left on all night.) I pressed the eject button on the cd burner, and the cd for my show popped out. I picked it up with my finger and brought it with me to the bathroom. I popped it into the cd player and began to undress as Mariah Carey began to blare through the speakers. I climbed quickly under the water and let it remove any sleepiness I had left in me.
I hurried through my normal shower activities, even excluding my favorite shower past time of jerking off. Because knowing Ashley like I did, a half hour would be a maximum of 15 minutes. So I quickly rinsed the soap from my hair and flicked the shower off. I grabbed a towel from the towel rack and began to dry the water from my body. After I had dried to my liking, I fastened the towel around my waist and stood looking at myself in the mirror.
'I'm cute' I thought to myself. "Got a damned good body," I said, flexing for the mirror. "And beautiful blue eyes, before the contact lenses change them to purple of course." Just hope this package is enough to impress Doyle.
I tore myself from the mirror and quickly put my clothes on. I was about to exit the bathroom, leaving my hair a mess, thinking it was just Ashley coming over. But as I stepped foot out of the bathroom, I remembered about Doyle. I rushed quickly back to the mirror and ripped my gel from the drawer. I squirted a glob onto my fingertips and ruffled it into my hair. I gave myself an approving thumbs up and exited the bathroom.
I walked back into my bedroom and glanced over at the telephone. The caller ID was blinking, so I checked to see who it was. Two calls had came in the short time I was in the shower. I picked up the phone and began to check the voice mail.
"You have 2 new messages," The computerized voice spoke to me. "First new message, sent at 12:47 pm,"
"Hey Ethan honey, its mom. I'm at your Aunt Caitlyn's. Call if you need anything,"
"Big whoop mom, I knew you were there anyways," I said, erasing the message.
"Next message, sent at 12:53 pm,"
"Hey Ethan, its Me. Listen, I'm not gonna be able to make it, so I'm sending Doyle by himself. Call me! Later babes,"
At that exact moment in time, I wanted to kill Ashley. I erased the message, and slammed the phone back onto the base. I should've known she'd do something like this. She knew how shy I was, and yet she set it up for me to spend the day with this incredibly gorgeous guy, who I had known for less than 24 hours. Damn her! I took a seat at my computer and stared blankly at the screen saver, which flashed at me the lyrics to a song I had written called "First Impression."
"First Impression," I muttered aloud. "I made a good one of those, its the second one I'm worried about,"
I let out a sigh then walked over to my dresser. I slipped on some deodorant, and picked up the notebook from atop the dresser. 'Unfinished Works'adorned the cover. That was my nice way for saying 'Troublesome pain in the ass songs that I can make absolutely no progress on no matter how I try, but yet I keep trying.' I had time to kill, so I decided to waste it on trying to get something accomplished on these songs. I took the book and walked with it to my keyboard on the opposite side of the room. I opened the book and flipped blankly through the pages until I found the song I was looking for.
"Ah 'Sweet Nothings', how I loathe you," I spoke to the book, seating it onto the music holster.
I began to play back the notes I had gotten done so far, to refresh my memory. After I had reminded myself of the tempo for the songs, I sang the lyrics I had accomplished so far.
" just wanna whisper... Sweet Nothings in your ear Whenever you are near Each and every day I tried to make you stay But still, my love you^Òre gone Gone away....."
I stared blankly at the lyrics. As always, nothing came to me. I had written that chorus almost 2 years ago, and had accomplished no more on it since that day. It was the longest resident ever of my "Unfinished Works" book. I hated this song. There were times I wanted to rip it up and forget I had ever written it. But my grandfather, who was also a musician told me never to do that. "Never trash a song," he told me. "You never ever know when you'll think of something that will fit into a song you wrote years ago," Those words always rang up in my ears anytime I thought about torching any stupid song I couldn^Òt work on. So there came the creation of the "Unfinished Works" notebook.
I continued to play around with the notes. Trying desperately to change anything on it, so I could at least pretend I had accomplished something on it. But still, nothing came. But that didn^Òt stop me, I continued to waste my time on it until I heard the door alert system go off.
"Someone is at the door," the computerized voice spoke to me.
The voice continued to speak to me until I walked into the living room and shut the alarm off. I gave myself a quick glance in the mirror then went and answered the door. As I opened the door, there stood Doyle, looking as good as I had ever seen him.
"Hey," I spoke trying desperately to disguise my nervousness. "Come on in,"
He walked in and I shut the door behind him. He walked over and took a seat on the sofa. I looked over at him and felt my heart skip a beat. He was here. With me. Alone. I just seriously hoped I didn't do anything to screw this up.
You want something to drink?" I asked, breaking the ice.
"Sure, water if you got it," He said, looking at the pictures that adorned the coffee table.
I chuckled lightly to myself. "If we got it." I didn't speak in return, just walked into the kitchen and grabbed two bottled waters from the refrigerator. I returned to the living room to find Doyle walking around the room, looking at the loads of pictures that covered the walls. I was an only child, from a single parent, who just happened to be a photographer. So needless to say, my mom went a little over board on the picture taking.
"Here," I said, handing Doyle the water.
"Thanks," He replied, unscrewing the cap and taking a big drink. "You were a cute baby," He said, returning to the sofa. "Glad to see some things never change," He avowed, flashing me that gorgeous smile.
I was instantly melted (like always, it seems) the second he looked at me. I smiled back brightly at him, unable to speak. I took a drink of my water and cleared my throat. The nervousness still had a hold on me.
"So what do you want to do today?" I asked, sitting my water down on the end table next to me.
"Anything you had planned is fine with me. I know its kinda wrong that Ash dropped me on you like this with no warning,"
Finally someone in this world who understood what Ashley was like. Not to say I was all that mad about today. I probably would've spent all day messing around with songs, and trying to get whatever little parts I had left for my show together.
"I was probably just gonna write all day. I've had some great ideas for some new songs lately," I explained.
"Really? Do you write you own music?"
"For most of my songs. I've used samples for a few of them,"
"That is so cool. I have never been able to write my own music, lyrics I can do,"
If I had not already had the world's biggest crush on him at that point; that sealed the deal. Doyle had already been boosted to perfect status in my mind. And now I find out that he is a song writer. I was now officially head over heels.
"I had no idea you wrote. I got an idea, why don't we just spend the day inside. Just me, you and my keyboard?"
"Sounds great to me," He said, standing. "Just one more thing though,"
"What's that?" I asked, standing also.
"Can we order a pizza later, I'm starving," He laughed, once again melting me with his smile.
"Sure thing," I laughed, as I led him down the hall towards my bedroom.
I could not believe it. I had finally met a fellow song writer. The only person I had ever written a song with was my grandfather. But he had died awhile back, so my song writing became a solo effort.
As we entered my bedroom, Doyle immediately made his way to my keyboard. He picked up the 'Unfinished Works' notebook and began to read the page it was open to. He was looking at the page questioningly, which was actually a very cute look on him. He sat the book in his lap then looked up at me.
"November 14, 2011?" He asked, referring to the date above "Sweet Nothings"
"Unfortunately yes. I have not been able to get anything accomplished on that song in that long,"
"Yikes," He said, sitting to book back onto the music holster. "Lets start with this one. I'm sure with both our minds directed at it, we can at least get a verse done," He said, laughing at the finish of his statement.
"Don't be so sure," I laughed back, sitting down at the keyboard.
I began to play back the notes for him. I sang the lyrics softly, as always closing my eyes. When I opened them, they connected with Doyle's, who had been staring at me the entire time.
"What?" I asked, self-consciously.
"Nothing. I just love your voice. I really fell in love with it after listening to your CD last night," He said, looking me straight in the eye.
I couldn't speak in return. Anytime I was complimented on my music, all I could do was smile. And then add to it the affect Doyle's amazing smile had on me, I was speechless. It was becoming an awkward silence. But I couldn't pull myself away from his sparkling green eyes. After a few moments I was able to shake myself back to reality, and play back the notes once more.
"So, what do you think?" I asked, at the finish of the last note.
"Well," He started, but then paused. "I think we should try to drift into a slower rhythm,"
"Okay. Something like this?" I asked, altering the melody to give it a slow tempo.
"That's perfect," He said, pulling up the chair from my desk and sitting infront of me.
"Well, lets get to work on the lyrics now,"
"Okay,"
Doyle walked back to my desk and grabbed an ink pen and a few loose pieces of paper. He jotted down the "Sweet Nothings" title atop the paper, then began to stare at it. He instructed me to keep playing back the melody, which I did. After a few minutes, he began to jot down some lyrics.
After he finished them, he handed me the paper. I looked the lyrics over very approvingly, and began to play back the melody. I played it one more time, and began to sing the lyrics Doyle had written.
"Where did I go wrong? Why am I here, writing this song? I always searched for love A love like you But now you're gone and I Don't know what to do If I could get you back Back in my arms I'd show you there's nothing I won't do To make it up to you"
Doyle was once again staring at me when I opened my eyes. I smiled nervously, and took a drink of my water. He was still staring. I was beginning to think I had something in my teeth.
"You stare at me alot," I said, sitting my water down.
"Can't help myself. You're nice to look at," He said, sliding foward on his chair and resting his elbows on my keyboard.
"Oh really?" I asked, beginning to flirt.
"Yes, really,"
With that, his lips met mine. A surge of emotion ran through me as his lips softly caressed mine. My heart was racing. I had wanted to do that since I had met him. The kiss lasted only a few short seconds, but I could not stop smiling as we pulled apart.
"Sorry," He said. "I've been wanting to do that all day," He said again, blushing at the end of his statement. "Don't be sorry. It was great," I replied, placing my hand on top of his.
We stayed silent for a few seconds, just staring into each other's eyes. I was never a believer in love at first site, but my views were quickly changing. I had only met Doyle the previous day, but I was already feeling emotions for him I had never felt in my life. I felt completely connected to this man, who was basically a stranger. And as my hand connected with his, I knew that this feeling was right.
After we got over the nervousness of our first kiss, I walked away from the keyboard and plopped down on the bed. I laid down and began to stare at the ceiling. Doyle walked over and plopped down on the opposite side of me. I saw his head lay next to mine out of the corner of my eye. He stretched his arms above his head, eliciting cracks from the joints of his arms. He rested his hands under his head, then spoke.
"You have an incredibly beautiful ceiling," He laughed.
"Don't I though?" I joked back, propping myself up on my elbow.
He followed suit and propped himself up on his elbow and stared at me. I stared back at him, trying my best to take in all of his wonderful features. I was over the awkwardness that before came with staring. I just continued to stare, enjoying the sparkle of his beautiful green eyes, the way his lips formed just the perfect smile, and even the tiny little mole underneath his left eye. He was beautiful, and some little voice inside me told me I was in love.
After what seemed like a never ending staring contest, I sat up on the bed. I twisted in my spot, in a vague attempt to crack my back. I walked back over to the keyboard, and picked up the 'Unfinished Works' book. I gave it a look of disgust, and tossed it back to my dresser.
"You wrote a great song, but its not going to go with that chorus," I said, painfully aware that NOTHING would ever go with that chorus.
"I was thinking that myself," He said, laying once more down on the bed.
"So what do we do now?" I asked, laying down on the bed also.
"Well. I was thinking about kissing you again?" He said questioningly.
"I like that idea," I replied coyly, propping myself up once more on my elbow.
He smiled then sat up on the bed. He brought his hand to my cheek and stroked it gently, making me shiver deep inside. He then slowly brought his lips to mine. The kisses started off as just short pecks, but quickly turned into a passionate fury. I slowly opened my mouth, inviting Doyle's tongue to enter. I began to feel the velvety softness of his tongue caress the inside of my mouth. I lay back slowly on the bed, my lips still not leaving Doyle's. He followed me down, moving his kissing slowly down my jawline, tracing it with sweet kisses. As he reached the center of my chin, he licked me. Bewildered, I looked up into his eyes. As my eyes connected with his he burst into laughter. He collapsed onto my chest, in an attempt to catch his breath.
"You are one weird boy," I laughed
"I know," He said, wiping the tears of laughter from his eyes. "But you like it,"
"So what if I do?" I asked coyly, planting a quick kiss on his lips.
"Don't get yourself in trouble Mr. Christiansen," He said in a vague attempt to sound stern.
"Oh I won't. I can behave," I said, kissing him quickly again. "But can you?"
"Guess I'll have to won't I?"
"You betcha," I said, pushing him off of me. "Now lets go order that pizza, I'm hungry,"
"Okay,"
So Doyle and I hopped from my bed and made it to my kitchen. I called Jensen's and ordered a large pizza for Doyle and I to split. After the order was placed, Doyle and I went into the living room to watch TV. I flicked the TV on to MTV2, the all video channel. Doyle and I continued to chat about stupid things, like school, cars, boys, etc. The videos were only on for noise.
Eventually our pizza arrived, and we took our chatting into the dining room. The tension I had felt earlier had quickly left. Doyle made me feel completely at ease with my sexuality, something I had yet to come to terms with. I felt as if I were talking to an old friend now, not some guy who less than 24 hours before had made me stutter when I spoke. For the first time in a very long time, I honestly felt happy. And Doyle had brought that to me.
The rest of the night was pretty boring, so I won't bore you with the details. Doyle wound up staying until almost midnight, when my mother said it was time for him to leave. I was beaming inside. Doyle made me feel like I had never felt before in my life. He touched my life so much in such a little amount of time. This was someone I could easily get to love.