Hey Sexy! (Noralei)

[Ethan White]

Ethan wasn’t drunk. Nope, despite his wobbly stance, drooping expression and slightly slurring speech, he insists that he is perfectly sober. He knows his limit and he was sure he drank within it. He is a model big brother after all; despite him and Braxton aiming to join a fraternity, he wouldn’t let their alcohol-driven ways get into him. Despite partying a bit harder than how he usually does, he did try his hardest to still be coherent enough not to be a blabbering mess.

‘Try’ being the operative word that is.

After laughing and giggling for reasons that escape him, he lazily flopped into a friend’s couch and tried to settle in for the night. His dorm room isn’t ready yet and there’s no way he’d go home at such a state. (He’s just a bit intoxicated, but not full-blown drunk, he says. But his father might go into a berserk-rage mode so he’d reserve going home for tomorrow). A small whine escaped him his friend threw a pillow and a blanket on him, but promptly made himself comfortable once the lights went off.

Mind still restless, he promptly took his phone out a few minutes later and began texting.

My bed feels cold tonight. Wanna come over and help keep it warm? ;D.

With a sneaky grin, he scrolled down his contacts and hit send. Now all he needs to do is wait.

Unbeknownst to him however, he didn’t really send it to Kimberly Harrington. Nope. With his hand-eye coordination out the window, his finger accidentally went two contacts down. Harrington, K. Harris, M. Harris, N. Yey Ethan.

[Noralei Harris]

Nora was dead asleep in every sense of the word. Her blankets were kicked off, discarded thanks to the heat. The air conditioning had been turned off for the weekend, and the box fan in her window only helped her by making the air less stagnant. Clad only in a tank top and panties, the heat still made her restless. She had only fallen asleep half an hour ago, curled around one of her numerous pillows, hugging it like it was a life preserver.

Or a boyfriend.

The cell phone next to the night table blasted her text tone at random, and Noralei groaned and rolled over, fumbling for her night stand as she managed to finally grab it and flip it open, holding it to her face as she blinked awake. The brightness of the screen hurt her eyes and she had to close them for a moment, but once she opened them again she quickly navigated to her inbox, opening the text after noting it was from Ethan. She didn’t bother hiding her disappointment since she was alone; she was sort of hoping it’d be from one of the twins... Even if it was sometime around one in the morning.

Her self-proclaimed big brother’s text made Nora blink twice and read it again- also twice- before realizing that he had probably sent it to the wrong person. Sighing, she typed out a reply, cursing her phone for not having a keyboard. She almost sent her message ‘wrong number, Ethan’, but stopped herself and backspaced all of it, smug as she typed her new message.

Where you at?

Smug as a cat, she sent the message with a press of her thumb before rolling over again, clutching the phone in her fist as she rested her head on her pillow once more.

[Ethan White]

Ethan grinned when he felt the phone vibrate in the pocket of his jeans. After a second or two of wiggling to get it out (he made it a point to leave it on the side table beside the couch later), he eagerly opened the message and boy did his smirk got wider after he read it.

I’m in Bobby’s place, you know, the apartment complex just a few blocks from your place. Though honestly, I’d rather be in you right now. Be fast ok? I’m so horny I could just wet my pants.

He snickered loudly as he sent the message, his mind already thinking about all the things he’d do to Kim.

If only he knew.

[Noralei Harris]

In the space of time between her massage and Ethan’s, Nora had successfully managed to doze off again. She awoke once more and repeated the same routine with her phone: blinking as the light burned her retinas, navigating to her inbox, opening Ethan’s message, and, once her eyes had adjusted, read it. Immediately her face grew red and she put the phone down, burying her face in her pillow as she tried to get the mental image out of her head. Ethan, her big brother figure, all hot and sweaty and- ew. “Ew, ew, ew, ew, EW, EW, EW, EWWWW.” Rubbing her face in the pillow, she shuddered and clicked her phone shut.

It took her a few minutes before she shakily picked up the phone again, flipping it open as she found his message still on her screen. With another mutter of ‘ew’, Nora typed up a reply, opting to tell him who he was texting rather than lead him on.

You DO realise this is Noralei, right?

Because if he did know it was her, she was seriously going to have to reconsider their relationship. She sent it out and laid the phone down, opting to get up rather than fall back asleep, padding across her room to stand in front of the fan and cool herself off. Her face was still flushed.

[Ethan White]

Hot and incredibly bothered, Ethan had already begun undressing himself (his pants truly are uncomfortable) in the time between sending his text and getting the reply. A number of his friends have already told him time and time again that Kimberly has a huge crush on him (something he doesn’t really see, but hey, he’s not complaining) so he’s fairly sure she’d come. And if not, well, at his state, he’s not against some good ol’ sexting.

As for Bobby, well, considering the noise that’s coming from the bedroom, he’s fairly sure the man’s fine with him bringing someone over. Not like he’ll suddenly stop all the fun he’s having just to chastise Ethan for not asking permission, right?

When his phone vibrated, he eagerly grabbed it from the side table, expecting something along the lines of “I’m on my way”, “I’m already at Bobby’s door” or “I’m CUMing over. ;D”. He opened the text message with a grin and almost fell down from the couch when he saw what it read.

Shit.

He almost dropped his phone when he saw that. He read the text message three, four times and it didn’t change. He pinched himself, thinking that he’s dreaming, but it hurt. Good Lord, what have I done?

He didn’t know where to start. Should he apologize and simply tell her to forget everything that’s happened? Or explain his whole I’m-slightly-drunk predicament and risk being told on his parents? Maybe he should just tell her that it’s a prank and she fell for it.

Err. My bad. I totally thought you were someone else. >.<. I’m NOT drunk, totally am not. Please don’t tell on Dad. I’d do anything. Please let’s just forget everything happened?

Marilee would kill him. He’s sure of it.

[Noralei Harris]

When her phone made another sound, Nora waited a minute, trying to enjoy the fan for a moment longer before finally tiptoeing back to her bed to grab her phone. The first thing she did was delete everything prior to the new text- she didn’t need her parents finding that on her phone. She finally opened the new one and she breathed a sigh of relief. He had gotten her confused with someone else- she figured as much anyway. That just left the question of who he was REALLY trying to text, and she wasn’t about to ask that. It couldn’t have been her sister, unless he was somewhere in Baltimore and then... “EW.” She would be saying that a lot tonight.

Realizing she hadn’t replied yet, she pulled up the reply box and worked her magic with her thumbs.

I won’t tell, and I’ll pretend that never happened, but EW, GROSS.

She sent it and laid back in her bed, sighing as she tried to shake the mental image of ETHAN out of her head still. She felt like she had to go bleach her brain or something now.

[Ethan White]

As unfortunate as it may have been, the realization that he’s been sending rather lascivious messages to Noralei had wiped whatever traces of drunkenness off his system. It’s as if all the alcohol he’s taken a few hours before just went off and became the cold sweat droplets that erupted on his forehead, back and palms. He was still rather sleepy and tired, but inebriated? Not anymore.

A sigh of relief washed over Ethan when he read that she agreed to put that all behind them. He even found himself laughing at Nora’s EW, GROSS in the end, imagining the seventeen year-old pulling quite the face at him.

He deserves it anyway.

Don’t hate. I’m a guy. I have needs. ;P. But anyway, in an effort to forget whatever it is that had happened, what have you been up to lately? How’s Marilee? Any news of her return? I also hear you went to a party this weekend. How was it?

A barrage of questions with no coherence whatsoever. If they’re talking face-to-face, this would’ve been Ethan blushing like crazy as he mumbled on and on. He knows he have to apologize personally once he gets back to Pilot Ridge, but in the mean time, he hopes the sheer number of questions would take Nora’s mind of him. Or whatever it is she might’ve imagined.

On the bright side, at least he didn’t try and call Kimberly or something. Heaven knows how that might turn out.

[Noralei Harris]

Nora was now the furthest thing from asleep as she could possibly be. With a sigh, she debated going downstairs to get a can of soda, but abstained, opting to turn on her and Marilee’s shared TV and pop in Annie. (The 1999 version of it.) She decided it was a good time for a movie, despite it being the early hours of the morning. The door between to the landing was closed, so her parents wouldn’t wake up to the sounds of orphan girls singing.

When Ethan texted back, it was still the opening credits. His text ended up coming in two parts, it was so long. She read it quick and shot him a reply as she made herself comfortable on her bed, propping herself up on her pillows.

Ignoring that... Marilee hasn’t been picking up her phone. Mom’s worried. And yeah, I went to a party. Met two guys, saw them again today. Well, yesterday.

Yesterday was Monday, it was now a very early Tuesday morning.

[Ethan White]

Sleeping in his jeans was never really an option, and since he’s already resigned to the fact that no one would do that for him, Ethan slowly wiggled out of his pants and shirt and simply threw them across the room. He could just pick it up early in the morning. He was awake, yes, but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t feeling lazy.

In an effort to mitigate the hangover he’s sure to feel once he wakes up late in the afternoon, he promptly slid from under his blanket and into his friend’s kitchenette, helping himself with three glasses of cold water. He saw his phone glow on the couch and would’ve grabbed it already, had his bladder not been pushy and made him head out to the bathroom (lucky for him there was one outside his friend’s room).

He frowned slightly when he finally got hold of his phone and read Nora’s message. Two boys? Again? Big brother instincts are kicking in and he’s not quite sure what to feel.

Marilee’ll turn up soon. Don’t worry. But TWO BOYS? Haha. Nora, Nora, Nora. I would never have pegged you for someone who could juggle two guys at once. XD. Do I know them?

If they’re from Pilot Ridge, Ethan’s positive he’d know them in some way or another. The town’s a fairly small community after all; tight-knit and all that. And if they came from the fortress that is Hammel, well, considering how he’s a frequent visitor, it’s not like they could escape him either way.

And yes, he’s going to hunt those two boys down.

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Sorry it took so long. I actually finished this first but I held it back for mah dump (which isn't complete anyway). SO SORRY FEDDEHDAH. D;.
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[Noralei Harris]

While waiting for Ethan’s reply, Nora made herself comfortable. After rolling over and adjusting her pillows a few times, she finally pushed her foot against the wall, making her hammock rock as her TV lighted her room. She watched the shadows being cast on the wall as Annie started to sing, and gave her TV the utmost attention.

When the boy finally replied, it was right in the middle of ‘It’s a Hard Knock Life’, so she ignored it as she opted to watch sad little orphans sing instead. The volume was turned down, and she thought she heard her father get up in the other room, but when no other sounds came she ignored it.

Once the song was done, she shot a text back, humming the tune as she did.

Doubt it. But yeah. I’m not juggling two guys, I only like one of them. They’re twins, Gabriel and Urial. They go to Hammel.

She was ninety-nine percent sure she spelled Uriel’s name wrong, but at such an early hour it hardly mattered. She sent it anyway.

[Ethan White]

Ethan would’ve preferred to stay on his cozy couch for the rest of the evening (or was it morning already?) but as it was, his body had other plans. At first, he tried to ignore his stomach’s sudden rambling, telling himself that if he doesn’t think about it, it’d go away. But then it rambled again a second later, and this time he felt rather weak. And so with a grunt, he found himself walking across the apartment again, relying on the light outside to enhance his night vision (he was too shy to open the lights).

As he had only been to Bobby’s flat twice before, he didn’t know where everything was and thus his sandwich took a little longer than he would’ve expected. It went well though, considering he found everything he wanted – from lettuce to tomatoes, to cheese and some leftover ham (he just wishes that none of these were spoiled already).

With a satisfied grin he flopped back into his beloved couch, grabbing his phone from the side table to whip up a quick reply.

Twins? How could you even tell them apart? And you went on a date with the other twin around? Isn’t that creepy? Or at least, awkward?

Hammel eh. Guess he has to ask Chris or Brea about these two then.

[Noralei Harris]

Even with the movie on, Noralei kept dozing off and waking up again. When Ethan sent his message, she was in the middle of dozing off. She was asleep for a good five minutes before a sound on the TV woke her up again, and she groaned before rolling out of bed. She pressed pause on the PS2 remote and left it sitting on the floor. Sighing, she trudged (quietly) downstairs to the kitchen. She opened the fridge and pulled out the gallon jug milk, getting a glass to pour it in. It was after she had made herself comfy in the kitchen chair and made sure no one had woken up that she finally looked at Ethan’s text and replied.

Sorry, dozed off. Uh, one has a scar on his cheek, and they don’t dress alike, so. And it wasn’t a date, they came over to watch a musical with me. Dork. I’m not dating them. I dunno if they even have girlfriends.

She should probably get on that. She didn’t want them to think she was only hanging around them to date one of them though. Hmm. Maybe she’d text them about it later.

[Ethan White]

Ethan himself was yawning quite frequently as the night early morning progressed. Lucky for him he has nothing to do and nothing planned for the day ahead so he can probably sleep the whole morning. The afternoon even, if he feels like it.

Despite how many times he’s yawned and how heavy his eyes already feel though, he can’t sleep. It’s like his mind is far too busy to sleep just yet. Too many thoughts running through his head, he says. He tossed and turned, went left to right, even buried his face on his pillow.

Maybe a bath would be a good idea.

He was already in the tub when his phone vibrated, making him turn the shower off and wipe his hands before reaching out to the counter.

You should probably sleep then. Babies need their sleep after all. >=P. And twins that DON’T dress alike? That’s weird. Lemme guess, you like the one with the scar. And he better not have a girlfriend yet else I’ll have to kick his butt for…well…I don’t know. But yeah.

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[Noralei Harris]

After her glass of milk was gone, Nora found herself needing to use the lavatory and left her phone on the table as she did. Once she was done with her business, she came back and found her phone blinking red, indicating a new message had arrived. She rinsed out her cup and put it upside down in the top rack of the dishwasher like she was supposed to before reading it. Snorting, she rolled her eyes and closed her phone, making her way back upstairs silently. She was pushing open her door when her father suddenly opened the door to his room, scaring her so much she must’ve jumped ten feet in the air.

“Why are you up so late?” He asked quietly, peering around her to make sure Guylan’s door was closed.

“Er. Had to go to the bathroom.”

Allen Harris was no idiot, he glanced down at Nora’s hand and raised a brow. “With your phone?” He smirked as Nora bit her lip. “I don’t want to know. Just remember you signed up for the shelter tomorrow morning.”

Oh, she had forgotten about that.

He closed the door before she had a chance to thank him for reminding her, and she could hear him climb back into bed as she crept back into her room, shutting the door quietly behind her. She rolled back into her hammock and turned Annie on again, keeping the volume between the three and four level. Remembering she had a text from Ethan, she opened her phone and bit her lip.

Was she really that predictable?

I’ll sleep later. And maybe I do, maybe I don’t. either way, I think their nice and there shall be no buttkicking even if they do have gfs.

She held onto her phone and watched Annie some more, no longer all that tired. It was too hot in her room- she was burning up.

[Ethan White]

It’s not that Nora’s predictable, no. She’s anything but actually. Ethan just lucked out if anything; it’s the whole one-has-a-scar-on-his-cheek comment that somehow told him everything. He has personal experience backing him up he says.

Back in 10^th grade he went out with Mae, who had a twin. When they were dating, he could only see the differences Mae had – how she had a Canada-shaped birthmark on her waist, how her eyes are smaller, and how she laughs at a relatively higher pitch than her sibling. Faye was the epitome of ‘normality’. It was only when they broke up did he see that Faye had a mole on her neck, freckles on her shoulders and a relatively higher hair line.

His grin got wider when he saw Nora’s reply. My little girl’s all grown up, he snickered.

Ha. I know I should be all against you dating and all that, but I’d let Marilee be that. (I’ll just torture Brea when the time comes). XD. I say you jump on them now. Guys like it when girls take the initiative. It feeds our magical ego. Just don’t overdo it, ok?