Lolli-lolli oh lollipop pop! (Andi)

[Ethan White]

Life has been rather good to a certain White teen. He survived the pledge initiation and is now a bona fide Kappa-Sigma brother (it was a narrow entry though, considering he did ‘win’ the highly sought after lucky football jockstrap). He got accepted into the ice hockey varsity team. And he’s dating a – in Jerry’s words when he saw her ‘round town one day – a hot and sexy BAMF.

But then fate had to intervene and suddenly made his coursework a little more intense than expected.

So for a week or so, the boy was bogged down by homework after homework, quiz after quiz, project after project. Between that, his social duties as a fraternity brother, and the daily after school training the varsity acceptance entailed, he was exhausted. Spent and tired beyond anything he’s felt before. He’s just flopping lazily on his bed every night, not even bothering to crawl out of his clothes (he discovered that he does so involuntarily in his sleep back in 9^th grade anyway).

He was really thankful that finally, the weekend’s come. He couldn’t have survived the whole thing had it extended for a day or two more. So despite the party he’s been invited to the night before, Ethan slept early Friday night until around one or two o’clock in the afternoon the next day. A few hours later, he sent his girlfriend (they haven’t really labeled their ‘friendship’ as anything yet anyway) a text asking her if she could meet him near the movie theater to watch a movie. Fortunately, she said yes.

-xxx-

“That was awesome. I can’t believe I didn’t watch Rise of the Planet of the Apes sooner,” he grinned as they walked out of the cinema, dropping their 3D glasses to the side as his free hand continued to shove popcorn into his mouth. “Glad you made time for me, considering how I suddenly shut you off this week.” He knows he’s not really to blame since he didn’t have much control on such things, but he figured he should still try and apologize.

“So, where'd you like to go next? Want to eat or be beaten at DDR first?”

[Andi Thalis]

Despite the events of the sex ed seminar that had happened, and the incriminating photos that a certain technopath had displayed so blatantly to the student body, the young woman was feeling a mood in which she would smile fondly and her eyes were mist over, like she was remembering a very happy memory. And indeed she was, for she was “with” someone. Sure, they hadn’t defined the basis of their “relationship” as anything but friends, but she couldn’t help but wonder if he was ready to take that next step. Lukas was gone, hadn’t contacted her in a while, and Matt was too much of a friend to even consider dating.

So when she got the text message asking for a movie date with the guy she was infatuated with, she couldn’t help but say yes.

-xxx-

Andi grinned up at Ethan as she dropped her glasses in the bin, still sipping the Dr. Pepper in her hand. Their shoulders brushed every so often, even though the girl was a bit shorter than the boy. Her free hand was sitting comfortably in the pocket of her white shorts as she walked alongside him, her curly hair bouncing off her shoulders and down her back and arms. “It’s fine,” she told him gently, and with a smile as she looked up at him. “I’m just glad we’re here together now.”

How cheesy, Thalis.

She laughed as she finished her soda and dropped the cup into a trash can, looking up at him wickedly. “Boy, there are some moves I would like to show you,” she told him with a grin, and yes, she meant that as a double innuendo. “Be prepared to have your butt handed to you.” As she said that, she walked in front of him a little and swayed her hips a little to get her point across, smiling at him over her shoulder. “Besides, you need to work off all that popcorn you ate in the movie.”

[Ethan White]

If there’s anything that Andi should know, is that cheesy doesn’t exactly equate to bad in Ethan’s book. First off, he never really was a smooth talker. Just ask his ‘boyfriend’ Braxton, or his old pal in high school like Jack – they’d gladly tell you how greasy Ethan is with his words. But then, it is through such greasy speech (and his boyish charms he adds) that he successfully lands a date more often than not. “And I’m practically yours for the whole night,” added the boy with a grin. “How’s school by the way? Hope Dad’s not being his jerk-self and giving you way more trouble than he should.”

Having two siblings in studying in Hammel and a father who’s a member of the faculty, the brunette knew all about the sex talk fiasco (mostly through Chris though, since his father isn’t telling him any). But since his younger brother wasn’t really in the seminar himself (he’s a junior; he just learned it from one of his other friends), he doesn’t know much other than the fact that he himself appeared in it. (Oh how Ethan laughed so hard at the sight of Chris being scolded). So lately Ethan’s been meaning to ask Andi if she was included in the slideshow. “Should I be rushing to school to beat someone up now? I’m a fratboy now after all, I can pull some strings and have them beat up,” he laughed, trying to mask the concern in his voice.

“Well, well, well. I’ve learned some new tricks as well,” laughed Ethan, happily indulging Andi as his hand instinctively curled around her waist, pulling her close, “I’m fairly sure you can’t top mine.” Yes, a challenge indeed. And knowing Andi, she won’t let Ethan off easy. (Which is what the guy hopes for anyway).

He had just finished his popcorn when Andi suddenly took a jab at his size. “Hey, are you calling me fat?” he said in mock anger. “This isn’t fat. It’s a hundred percent pure muscle.” Ethan wasn’t one to show off, but he still went on and flexed his arm out for a bit. He’s getting bigger, but not exactly fatter. Working out almost four times a week for his hockey varsity training does that, he thinks.

“I’ll show you,” he chuckled as he chased after Andi.

[Andi Thalis]

Andi smiled over her shoulder at the boy as he asked about school. “School’s been fine, other than the occasional troublemaker making hell for us other students,” she told him, her tone darkening a little at the end. She would never forgive Mia and Zac for what they had done; JD, she was starting to forgive, if only in little bits and pieces, and Robbie…he was off sulking because Estelle wasn’t talking to him, so Andi knew he had gotten his punishment. “Your father’s been his stern self, nothing new there.”

OH, that was right; Ethan was part of a fraternity now, and it nagged a little at the back of Andi’s mind. Sure, she was close to graduating too, since her birthday was tomorrow and she would be eighteen, but she couldn’t help but wonder if Ethan would get too caught up in the fratboy lifestyle and forget her, going after some college beauty instead. She put it in the back of her mind, because hey, she was a confident and sexy young woman, and she didn’t need to worry and scare Ethan away. “No, Ethan, it’s fine,” she told him, turning around to walk backward and watch him, knowing he was talking about the seminar. “I took care of that business already.”

Her body melted against his when his arm came around her waist, drawing her closer to him, and her heart fluttered at his grin. He was just so adorable, and sexy, that Andi couldn’t resist leaning closer and drawing his mouth to hers, kissing him with a familiarity that came easily to her. She took her time, wrapping her arms around his neck to hold him close until she drew back for breath, tugging his lower lip as she broke the kiss. “And all that muscle is mine,” she whispered fiercely, smiling as she broke the embrace and entered the arcade.

The lights and sounds made her feel like a kid again, and she walked the arcade until she found the machine. “Prepare to be beaten, White,” she told him with a teasing grin as she kicked off her shoes, stepping onto the machine in just her socks, and put some money into the game.

[Ethan White]

As expected, Andi decided not to tell him much about it. He understands; she’s always been a strong and rather capable girl. Probably why he’s been so drawn to her the first time they met. “Zac’s always been a dick. And he should’ve gone to jail. Damn bastard and his money.” Just because she didn’t mention it doesn’t mean he’d keep his mouth shut on that matter though.

He tried befriending the pompous teen back when he’s still young, but he proved to be a bit too much for Ethan. Not that it was of any loss to him anyway. “I’ll tell Dad to loosen up then. I think he’s just jealous because his students have such an active sex life and Mom’s basically barring him lately.” Oh how Ethan loves his parents so much.

Had the brunette been privy to his girlfriend’s Andi’s thoughts, well, he would’ve done his best to reassure her that he wouldn’t do anything of the sort. With Brax in tow the challenge would definitely be up a level, but he’s fairly sure he can just party hard and not bring anyone home. Brax and his other bros can tease him all they want, but he’s determined to stay loyal. Or at least the most loyal he can get when girls throw themselves at him.

“Ha. Are there any pictures I should be worried about?” Certainly he’s not referring to himself, if that’s what you’re asking. While he’s had a few liaisons with Hammel students over the past years, he’s rather certain that Mia had no pictures of him. Or were there?

Ethan isn’t really fond of PDAs or any of that sort, but when Andi suddenly pulled him in for a rather deep kiss, he didn’t resist. He happily complied and even gave a small whine of disappointment when Andi suddenly pulled away. (The lip bite was just too good to be true). “If I say you have to earn it, would you get mad at me?” he teased, tightly holding her hand as he let him lead her to the arcade.

“I’m sorry to tell you but even if you wore socks, I’m fairly sure I’ll own you,” winked Ethan as he went through the choice selection, picking the one with the relatively high BPM as well as a high difficulty.

“I think we should have a bet for this,” he said as the game loaded, “Loser treats the other one to dinner?”

[Andi Thalis]

The comment about his parents made her shudder; she so did not want to think about Ethan’s parents doing the horizontal tango, not when his father was her English teacher. “No, Mr. Neville managed to get all the pictures and burn them,” she told him, keeping her tone neutral. She didn’t want him finding out about her…sessions with Lukas, now that the other man was out of the picture for the young woman.

She knew she had him after she had kissed him. Now she danced in her socks, since dancing in her socks was what she was best at. (Yes, she pulls a Tom Cruise in front of her mirror now and time again.) “I would get mad at you, since all of thiiiss…” she retorted, running her hands over every luscious curve she had (and shaking her bottom in his direction), “Is already yours.” She winked over her shoulder, noticing some other boys watching her with their jaw dropped. She always managed to garner that attention, like she was a porn star or a stripper instead of a student. “And I will totally kick your butt at this game,” she laughed, enjoying their gentle banter.

It was clear they were boyfriend/girlfriend dating, right?

“You’re on, Ethan,” she grinned as the music began, and her hips began swaying as her feet moved. She was a good dancer, better than she could sing, and she had the graceful body of a dancer as she moved.

[Ethan White]

“Oh really? Bother. Would’ve wanted to see what your pictures look like,” he smirked, sending Andi an impish wink.

Oddly enough, Ethan says he wouldn’t really mind it that much if he saw her among those shown in the slideshow. Sure he’d be upset, not because she’s been with other guys, but because someone dare showed it for the general public. He has to be a good boyfriend after all.

But if it was just him and Andi, well, he probably tease her about it. Make her laugh and ask her supposedly awkward questions like ‘Did he have bad breath?’ or ‘I hear muscle-bound jocks have small dicks, is this true?’. And while he would feel a bit challenged to outdo whoever it was that’s with her, well, competition is always a good thing, right?

The stares of the guys around him didn’t escape Ethan’s eyes for one moment. He’s not oblivious to these things after all. But, he wasn’t at all insecure about it, so he let them be. If fact, he rather likes it. Let them be jealous of my hot girlfriend, he says.

So really, Andi’s retort gave him quite the great set-up. “Here that you guys?” he said with a smug grin, grabbing Andi close and turning his head around just for a bit, “All mine.” And to rub salt into the injury, he promptly leaned down and captured her lips for a brief, but deep, kiss once again.

Seems he’s starting to get the hang of the whole PDA thing after all.

The jive was ok when they first started, but come the second song, Ethan’s slowly feeling his legs weaken. Seems all those hours at the gym just couldn’t beat his pro of a girlfriend. By the third (and last, thank goodness) song, well, he’s spent. He’s reduced to a sweaty, panting mess by the end of the song. He’d be surprised if he even hits a C really.

“Damn those hips,” he laughed, wheezing slightly as he gave her thighs a squeeze as his other arm wiped the sweat from his forehead, “So where’d you want to eat?”

Yes, he’s accepted the fact that he’ll be treating her out today. Never stood a chance in the first place anyway.

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[Andi Thalis]

Ethan was wrecking with her nerves, she was sure of it. As soon as the music started, she had taken three steps before he had grabbed her close, proclaimed to her admiring fan club that she was his, and kissed her, branding her with his taste and heat. She couldn’t help but moan softly in disappointment when he pulled back, but she remembered that she had a bet to win, and she was back to dancing.

The first song was lively, making her heart jump in adrenaline and cardio exercise as she kept moving, her body swaying and her feet moving on the arrows. Taking off her shoes had been a good thing; she could hit the arrows easier in just her socks. When the second song rolled around, she glanced at Ethan and started to notice that he looked a little worn around the edges. She grinned and kept moving, even as the song went faster and faster towards the very end. Her legs were like jello when the third song came around, but it was slower than the other two, making her feel like fern leaves in the wind as she danced, and she punched the air when she got her final score.

“All right!” she proclaimed in glee, applauding when she realized she’d won. She beamed her brightest smile and looked over at Ethan as he squeezed her legs, shaking said hips in his direction. “My hips are awesome, thank you very much!” she retorted happily, jumping down to slip her shoes back on. “And I was thinking pizza, since, you know, maybe all those calories will make you feel better after losing to your girlfriend.” Yep, she’d said it. It hung in the open air, waiting for his reply. Her hands, gentle as they were, helped Ethan stand up as he regained his breath, her smile still on her face.

[Ethan White]

Ethan was still busy panting and grinning like a loony, taking in his loss – both at the game and the sensation in his legs – when Andi suddenly said the g-word. For a moment there his word seemed to stop, his heart beating a bit faster than normal as he turned to her with his eyes wide in both surprise and delight.

So they are in a boyfriend/girlfriend relationship after all.

Yes, despite what seems like a confident stride in him, Ethan’s still pretty much shy when it comes to the whole transition thing. He’s still a bit scared that, well, he might be going a bit faster than what Andi would’ve liked. It happened to him a bit too many times before, he’d rather not do it again.

Cowardly as it may, he was happy that it came from Andi this time. Telling himself to stop grinning like an absolute fool, he wiped his forehead with his arm and stood up, casually slinging said arm over his girlfriend.

“Pizza does make me feel better,” he said, trying to act cool and casual despite the desire to jump all over the place in glee already, “As long as they’re not vegetarian or vegan. Because that sucks.” He happily led Andi out the arcade, planting a light kiss on her lips and adding, “I’m glad my girlfriend knows.”

There. It should be enough of a confirmation, shouldn’t it?

As they were walking towards the pizza shop though, Ethan couldn’t help but feel a bit uneasy regarding his rather greasy state though. As much as he’d like to cuddle up with Andi, he thinks that his sweaty self is a little off putting. He himself is turned off by it, how much more would his girlfriend think?

“Err, Andi, you think we should stop by a clothes store for the moment? I’m so soaked right now,” he laughed weakly, “Unless of course, you like me all sweaty and dirty.”

In retrospect, it doesn’t seem all that bad, does it?

ooc:
Crappy and late. I'm sorry. D;.
- Jam

[Andi Thalis]

She had caught him off-guard with the g-word, something had wanted to do. She wanted him to know that she was playing for keeps in this game between them, wanted him to know that she wanted him by her side and vice versa. He was funny, sweet and charming, and he was a major flirt, even if the lines were cheesy. She was placing in him her trust that he wouldn’t hurt her too badly.

She was trusting him with her heart.

She watched the grin grow on his face and she knew she had him. Andi smiled when his arm came around her, tugging her close to his body, and his words rang in her ears. “I like my meat as much as the next football player, Ethan,” she teased lightly, kissing him back when he leaned in. “My pizza, at least, will look like a mountain of meat, cheese, and sauce.” When he said the g-word, a shiver ran through her body, confirming that indeed, they were in a relationship now.

His next words made her smile, and she pulled away from him slightly to take his hand, threading her fingers through his. “We can find you something nice to wear,” she said with a gentle smile, her green-brown eyes sparkling. “I like you sweaty and dirty, sure, but that’s better saved for bedroom sport.” She winked, knowing she had sooooooo gone there, and pulled him into the nearest masculine store she could find, Ethan in tow behind her.

[Ethan White]

Boy was Ethan (and Andi, somehow) lucky that in no way was he a mind reader. Sure he’s a little sweeter and cuddlier than most boys around (patting himself in the back, how wonderful), but he’s no different when it comes to the whole commitment thing. Don’t get him wrong, he loveslikes adores Andi and would be honoured to be her boyfriend, but the gravity of her words would be a little too intimidating for the brunette.

Responsibility has never been his strongest suit after all.

In any case, he was having so much fun at the moment, even smirking when Andi said something about meat. “I’m rather certain you love meat more. I mean, I haven’t had football players hit on me yet, but you’re almost always all over me,” he chuckled, rubbing Andi’s chin as he pressed his nose against hers.

No football players had hit on him yet, but he’s got three or so hockey players that did. But Andi need not know that, right?

Ethan happily held Andi’s hand, chuckling slightly as she led him into a nearby store. “Careful there babe, I’m still pumped up and full of adrenaline; who knows what I might do in the fitting rooms,” he teased. Thank goodness they’re not in Peekaboo right now or something then.

He momentarily unclasped his hand from his girlfriend’s too look at a couple of shirts near the corner. “Andi, would this work?” he asked, holding up a hanger, “Or do you like this better? Or did you see something better over there?”

Thank goodness he brought his girl shopping with him then.

[Andi Thalis]

“It’s because I can’t stop touching you, Ethan,” she murmured when he rubbed his nose against hers, speaking the truth. Sure, he was taller than her (which was good) and he had muscle (even better), but she felt extremely female in his arms, against his chest, and that didn’t include how she felt every time she inhaled the smell of his skin, or tasted his kiss, or thought of him without a shirt on.

She would most likely melt.

“I may enjoy it,” she teased back, watching as he went and grabbed a couple shirts. He held them up, and she was captivated by the red one. “I really like the red one, but that may be because it’s my favorite color,” she told him with a wink, grinning as her fingers combed through the shirts she was standing in front of. She grabbed three more shirts: a black one, a white one, and a fitted dark grey one and put them in Ethan’s hands, turning him around and walking him to the dressing rooms.

“Try them on and model them for me,” she said sweetly in his ear, pressing a kiss there. “Or do you want me to come in with you and help?” She ran her nails lightly down his back with her words, grinning teasingly. He would look good in all of those shirts.

[Ethan White]

It’s Andi’s particular aura of confidence – the fact that she’s so sure of what she wants and you know she definitely won’t stop until she gets it – that makes Ethan want to be with her almost every time. He’s fairly certain that it’s this particular quality of hers that makes every moment he spends with her rather steamy, may they be in bed or just randomly walking around town. He could still remember the first time they’ve been together and boy does it still send shivers of pleasure down his spine.

“Well, there’s no harm in trying all of them on right?” he shrugged, grabbing the other three his girlfriend picked for him. Though he has to say, the red did capture his attention too. He usually goes for the dull-coloured ones, like greys and browns, but somehow this red seems to work it for him. “I’d love for you to help me,” he grinned sheepishly, giving Andi a wink, “but I don’t think that crazy hag over there would appreciate it.” He pointed to the blonde woman folding clothes not far from them.

Telling her to wait on the bench in front of the dressing room, Ethan began trying the clothes on, starting with the three Andi picked then moving on with those he found, ending with the red they both loved. “What’d you think?” asked the brunette, turning around, “I love it, but it makes my nipples show so much.” He pointed to his chest with a hearty grin, playfully cupping himself to supposedly hide the offending protrusions.

And then a rather ‘Brax-y’ idea came into mind. With the attendant’s back on them, he quickly grabbed Andi and dragged her inside the dressing room. Thank goodness it’s unlike those usual small ones (it extends a bit to the side, even having a bench that can seat a person) and the door extends to the floor so an extra pair of feet wouldn’t be all that noticeable.

“So…” he said with a smirk.

[Andi Thalis]

He modeled those shirts for her, although acting a bit goofy, and she chuckled when he did. She had been right; the red looked good on him. It brought a healthy flush to his sunkissed skin and made some red come out in his hair, making him overall a very goodlooking specimen of manhood. Andi couldn’t stop her tongue from licking her lips as she could stop her eyes looking him over, even laughing when he joked.

She stood from her bench and walked to stand in front of him. She covered his hands over his chest, her fingertips feeling the muscle under his shirt. “Does it look like I mind that, White?” she murmured sexily, flashing him a sultry grin, her voice just on the fence between teasing and actually being serious. It was at that moment that he tugged her into the dressing room, making a breathless laugh come from her throat as she leaned back against the door of the room, looking at him in the coziness of the dressing room.

“So, Ethan, why did you drag me in here?” she asked with a grin. The soft black tank top she wore brushed her sensitive chest with every breath she took, and she was reminded of the first time he had taken her. She was still slightly embarrassed that it had been on his family’s dining room table, but then they had cuddled on his bed…he was too sweet. “Are you going to turn me into a bad girl again, Ethan?” she crooned softly. “Was the table not enough?”

[Ethan White]

Had Ethan been privy to Andi’s thoughts right now, well, he would’ve been redder than the shirt they both agreed on. While he’s relatively good at taking compliments, he insists that Andi just has this special brand of saying it that makes him feel even more special than he actually is (or at least how he thinks he actually is). Though he claims it’s a little over the top at times, he couldn’t deny that he loves such an ego boost.

If only he could learn how to reciprocate such praises properly.

“Well I do,” whined the brunette, sticking his tongue out the moment Andi walked close and held his hand in hers. He playfully bounced at the balls of his feet, grinning playfully as he juggled his inexistent breasts. “You may not mind it, Thalis, but Carson minds it. Very much so.” He hadn’t been as conscious as he is right now about his seemingly perpetually hard nipples before he met that boy. Up to this day he still can’t convince himself that chatting up with what seemed like a familiar face a few months ago was a perfectly sane idea.

Andi’s inquiries were met with a rather intense gaze combined with his rather mischievous grin. He slowly walked towards her, effectively pinning his girlfriend against the door, stopping only when his nose finally met the crook of her neck. “It’s never enough,” muttered the boy against her shoulder, his sense of smell being overloaded by a mixture of her perfume and that fragrant smell he could never quite put his finger on. “If it was, well, you think I’d come back?” he teased.

A simple taunt, one Ethan hopes Andi’d understand. While most, if not all, of their encounters were rather steamy, heaven knows he doesn’t look at Andi as an overglorified fleshlight. Insists that he’s totally not a jerk like that. He definitely wouldn’t have taken her to the amusement park – an hour and a half drive from Pilot Ridge – if he’s just there to shag her, wouldn’t he?

But even before Ethan could fulfill his hidden exhibitionist fantasies, an unwelcome voice suddenly boomed from the door. “Excuse me? What’s happening in there?” said the voice that he could only assume belonged to the blonde attendant from before. Eyes wide, Ethan quickly grabbed a shirt and pulled it over himself. “Just follow my lead, ok?” he whispered.

“Open u-“ “Hey,” Ethan happily interrupted, opening the door and revealing in a relatively uncomfortable position. “My girlfriend was just helping me take this shirt out,” he nodded shyly, hoping she’d buy his act, “The shirt got stuck and I can’t take it out, right babe?”

How he wishes he had mind control or at least pheromone manipulation right now.