PART I: Aimee
"Ethan!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.
Ethan was my annoying next-door neighbor. It never ceased to amaze me how full of himself he could be. He was my brother's best friend and almost constantly over. Ever since we were little, we never got along. My brother and Ethan once trashed my room, while I was out. I was just thankful that he was going to a college across the country.
"What?" He grinned. Of course, he was looking perfect, as usual. His green eyes sparkled, and the wind pushed through his dark brown hair. He had to be the hottest guy at our high school, unfortunately. It made it especially hard to be mean to him. His personality however did help.
"What do you mean 'what?' I told you Matt wasn't home, so you can go now!" I said, rudely.
He frowned in mock offense. "Awww, Aimee. Why are always so mean to me?"
I rolled my eyes and said, "Why are you such a pompous jackass?"
Ethan chuckled. "Aimes, I am going to miss your sarcastic wit when I go away to college." Then he turned to go.
Miss? Me? No, he said my sarcastic wit. But, why did the thought of him missing me make me feel...different. It should have repulsed me! He was Ethan, little Ethie, as I teased his mother's nickname for him, after all. I tried to shrug the thought off, as I went about my chores. Easier said then done.
Much to my dismay, but to my sister's delight, Ethan decided to join us for dinner. Apparently, my brother, Matt, had promised to hang out with Ethan tonight, while he also promised to have dinner with us. My father decided on a compromise, by inviting Ethan to dinner.
My sister, Audrey, drooled over him all through dinner. My sister was only thirteen, compared to his eighteen, while she had a huge crush on him. It was a pure physical attraction, which I could understand. But once he opened his mouth, the attraction was ruined. At least in my opinion. Audrey always jumped at the chance to go to the beach with Matt if Ethan was going.
Matt told me not to be so hard on Ethan, for there was more going on than meets the eye. However, Ethan never gave me good enough reason.
"Ethan, I hear you are going to Princeton?" My father asked. Yes, Ethan was smart, in the top ten percent of his class. His parents also had enough money to afford him going to an Ivy League school. To me, Princeton was in New Jersey, which was about three thousand miles away from our small suburban town in Washington.
"Yes, Mr. Morgan." Ethan responded politely.
"Matt, why can't you go to a school like that?" My father asked my brother.
"Because I have better things to do." He responded. Matt was not going to college. He had already concluded that college was not for him. At least at the moment. He was taking a year off to travel around the world.
"Oh, Ethan, you are so smart." Audrey gushed, while I rolled my eyes.
"Thanks, Audrey. It's nice that some members of the Morgan family appreciate my intelligence." He said, smugly, his gaze on me.
"Awww, Ethan, you know Aimee loves you." My brother joked. I decided not to respond before I said something stupid. Those two loved to bait me, and make me angry.
I sat quietly throughout dinner, while my father inquired Ethan on his future plans, and my sister stared at him with a dreamy expression on her face. Matt said nothing at all, but filled his stomach with mass amounts of food. When dinner was over, it was my job to clear the table. Matt, Audrey, and Ethan went into the family room, while my father went into his office to do some work.
Around eight or so, I ventured into the family room, to find my sister alone watching television. "Where's Matt and Ethan?" I inquired, not really caring about the latter.
"Oh, they went out somewhere. Matt said something about picking up chicks." Audrey said, sounding somewhat upset.
I nodded and turned to go up the stairs when Audrey's voice stopped me again. "Do you think...um...do you think Ethan likes me?"
I sighed and turned to sit down next to my sister. She muted the T.V. "Sure." I said.
"But, not enough to make me his girlfriend?" She said, looking down.
"Um, well you are five years apart. He is going to college across the country. But, don't worry. You'll find someone. You are smart, fun, and beautiful." I said. Her features brightened for a bit, and she hugged me, catching me off guard.
"You really think I'm beautiful?" She smiled.
"But, of course." I said. It was true. She had beautiful cerulean eyes, wavy blonde hair that rested a little bit under her shoulders. Her teeth were naturally straight, while mine had braces on them for two years, when I was fourteen. My sister also had a lot of character. I loved her deeply; despite the way she was annoying most of the time.
"Thanks. Besides, I think Ethan likes you." She said, earnestly.
I would have laughed, if not for the serious look on her face. Instead, I said, "Whatever you say." I started to get up when I heard her call after me, "Believe whatever you want. But, I think he does have a thing for you. It's probably why he bothers you so much."
I laughed now and called back from the top of the stairs. "Ok, Audrey. I think T.V. is rotting your brain."
As soon as I got in my room, I turned on the radio. Christina Aguilera's "Beautiful" sounded on the speakers. As I crossed my room, to my bed, I caught my reflection in the mirror. I stopped in front of it, and inspected myself.
At sixteen, my hair was blonde but not as light as my sister's. Nor was it wavy, but straight and went down my back. I always loved having long hair, and the few times I did cut it short, I missed its length.
My eyes were hazel and my complexion pale. I never really could get a tan, but then I never really spent that much time outside. Except when I went to the pool in the summer, but I usually put on too much sunscreen to get a tan. I was 5'5 and one hundred and twenty pounds. I had plenty leg muscle, from playing soccer all year round when I was younger. However, I had not played in years, due to my knee injury. Every now and then, when I would run, my knee would still bother me. My upper body strength, on the other hand, was severely lacking.
I applied some peach scented lotion on my dry face, and began to undress. I put on my pajama pants that were baby blue with clouds, and a white spaghetti strapped shirt. I brushed my long hair, and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth. Afterwards, I lied down on the bed, drifting off into sleep.
A few hours later, I woke up to the ringing of the phone. The phone call that would change my peaceful life. My world stopped.