Love Can’t Be Forced – Part 2

“E! Wake up, you’re going to be late!” my dad yells through my closed door.

“I’ve been up for the past ten minutes!” I yell back. It wasn’t completely a lie. I mean, I did wake up ten minutes ago but went back to sleep.

“Sure you were!” My dad said, sarcastically. I get up and change into new clothes.

“E?” my mom asks, knocking.

“Yes?” I say, opening the door.

“Are you going to ask her today?” she asks, truly concerned.

“Yeah,” I say.

“Okay, I just want to make sure you don’t get your heart broken,” she says.

“Mom, Katie’s my best friend, my heart won’t get broken,” I respond.

“Okay, good luck,” she says, leaving my room.

Today was the day. The day I would ask my best friend, crush, and soulmate out on a date. Katie has been my best friend since that day in seventh grade, four years ago, when I was the new in school and she invited me to sit with her and her friends. We immediately hit it off and hung out at each other’s houses almost every weekend.

Katie was always nice and a truly amazing person. She always waved to people in the hallways and sat with the lonely people at lunch. That’s why she always had a lot of friends. For me, I had her, Jason, and Jessica. That was it.

“Get ready, E!” my brother, Edward says. He was my favorite brother, since he always supported me and never made fun of me.

“On it!” I say, closing my door. I change quickly and run to the kitchen. I grab a quick energy bar and juice.

“Basketball practice today, E,” my other brother, Eric says. Yes, my whole family’s first name starts with an E.

“I know, Eric,” I say, just as my other brother, Earl headlocks me.

“Stop!” I say. He removes his arms from my head and I pat down my head.

“Oh! Little Ethan-bear has to make sure his hair is perfect for his girlfriend!” Eric says, taking as if he was talking to a baby.

“Stop!” I say, pushing past him to get my backpack and put on my shoes.

“Why do you look so dressed up, big brother?” my little sister, Elle says. Let me tell you some things. One: she is the cutest thing in the whole world! And two: she’s my favorite sibling, but don’t tell anyone else that.

“He’s asking his crush out, Elle,” Earl says.

“But why?” She asks. Earl shrugs.

I walk away and head to my car.

“Bye, good luck buddy!” Edward says. I wave bye and back out of the driveway. I was lucky to get my driver’s license earlier than anyone else at my school since I could skip car rides with my parents. I mean, yes I do love them, but sometimes, they are very embarrassing.

My phone rings and I pick up the call from my car.

“Hello?” I ask.

“Ethan?” I hear Katie ask.

“Yes?” I say.

“Are you on your way to school right now?” she asks.

“Yeah, why?” I ask.

“I need a ride, my dad just caught a cold.”

“Oh okay, on my way right now!”

“Thank you so much! See you soon!”

“No problem!” I say, hanging up. I guess I get to ask her out earlier than I was planning to. It’s surprising that I’m not nervous right now.

I pull into her driveway and she’s standing there, waiting patiently. I unlock the doors and she gets in.

“Thank you so much!” she says, leaning over to give me a hug.

“Of course!” I say, starting to back out of her driveway.

“I’m so tired!” she says.

“We have like thirty more minutes. We could stop for coffee,” I suggest, hoping she would say yes. I needed coffee.

“Sure,” she says. I sigh in relief. I drive to the nearest Starbucks and go through the driveway.

“Hello! Welcome to Starbucks! What can I get for you lovely folks today?” a young lady asks us.

“Um, grande caramel macchiato please,” Katie says. Her favorite drinks at Starbucks had either too much caffeine or too much sugar.

“Grande decaf cafe latte please,”  I say.

“Okay, is that it for today?” the barista asks.

“Yes!” I say, taking out my credit card.

“Okay, $10.29,” she says. I hand her my card and she takes it. I get my card back and she runs off to make our drinks.

She hands us our drinks and I continue driving to school.

“Umm, Katie, I need to ask you something,” I say, after a couple minutes of complete silence.

“What is it?” she asks, after taking a sip of her drink.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a long time but I didn’t really have the courage,” I say.

“Oh,” is all she says back. My heart pounds as I try to find the words I would say.

“Do you want to go out with me?” I ask.