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[ethan jay mitchell]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, margin: auto; line-height: 85%; padding-left: 50px; width: 400px] i'm nothing without you if you had asked a five year old ethan where he would be in twenty years, there was no way in hell that he would say married to emily de franco. in kindergarten, the little shithead used to throw bugs at his redheaded enemy, and was constantly thinking of ways to pull pranks on her, with or without the help of his best friend travis covington. as time went on, she turned into a friend, someone who had been integrated into their little group of friends. ethan, travis, emily, nate, ace, zeppelin, and levi. come second grade, ethan new he was in love with her. sure, love meant different things to him as a seven year old. he thought love meant sharing his crayons, or offering her his brownie at lunch. these feelings never went away, and in high school, they started dating, officially. if you had asked any of their friends, they would have told you it was inevitable. even though ethan was immature, and argumentative, and even a little bit of a jackass, emily was his soulmate. in twenty-four years of living, he had never cared for anyone as much as he cared about emily. she was the jelly to his peanut butter, the mac to his cheese. even when times were hard, and oh, they definitely had experienced some rough patches, they always found their way back into each others arms. and now? now they were married with a beautiful son, who had ethan's dashing good looks with emily's charm, ethan's humor and emily's brain. the perfect mix of the two of them, bundled into a little three year old body. and ethan had never been happier. he could live without the touring, without the music, without the fans. he had a desk job now, and that was perfectly fine with him. the transition had been a little rough, but when he found out emily was pregnant, he knew things had to change. a tour bus was no place to raise a baby, and the late nights were definitely not healthy for ethan, let alone a toddler. he had to make a serious decision - his family or his career, and he could have made the choice in his sleep. even though he loved playing guitar, entertaining the fans, and exploring each new city time and time again, emily de franco-mitchell was ethan's yesterday, today, and tomorrow. he had already lost her once, junior year, and wasn't about to do anything to jeopardize their future again. so ethan chose to settle down. he traded in picks for pacifiers, studio time for lamaze lessons, amps for baby monitors. and he never regretted a single moment of it. he pestered travis until he gave him a job at his new record company, and even with emily working too, they had enough time between the two of them to take care of little emerson without worry. he knew they were great parents, and he absolutely loved having a child with the love of his life. even though some days were challenging, when emerson would spit up on his shirt right before he was about to leave for work, or when he'd kick and scream in his crib after being put to bed, ethan never, ever doubted that he made the right decision. he had chased his rock star dreams for long enough, and now he had grown up a little. he had become man. a husband. a father. he had become everything he had ever imagined and more. even though he loved spending every waking moment with his son, ethan figured the two of them deserved a break. he harassed zeppelin and travis, convincing them to babysit emerson for a few hours, while he took emily out on a real date. their first child free outing in, well, three years. ethan had spent the entire afternoon getting ready for said date; he even took the last few hours of work off, even though he rarely did any work after two anyways. he raced to the flower shop, recalled the restaurant to make sure their reservations were still there, and even called the movie theater to make sure the movie hadn't been canceled or anything. he made his list and checked it twice, like the santa of dating. he wanted to make sure everything was perfect, to make up for all of the lousy dates that ethan had planned in the past. like the time he tried taking emily to see a movie, but he was still under seventeen and couldn't get in because it was rated 'r', or the time he accidentally spilled water all over himself and had to walk out of the restaurant with a napkin over his crotch, because it looked like he peed himself. or even their awkward very first date, where ethan's mom drove them around because he was still too young to drive, and probably would have failed the written anyways. this was going to make up for three years of family nights in. he skipped up the relapse record steps, whistling while he rode the elevator up to her office. it was nearly six o'clock, just enough time to fetch her and make their six thirty reservation at that new little italian bistro that had great reviews online. his tune stopped as he reached her floor, and the lanky twenty-four year old snuck around various cubicles, finding himself in front of emily's office. he swung the door open and walked in as if he owned the place, standing in front of emily's desk in his most fancy bow-tie t-shirt. "i'm here to rescue you, milady." he spoke with a grin, pulling the bouquet of flowers out from behind her back. "these are for you." he beamed, proud to finally give her a floral gift that hadn't been stolen out of his neighbor's yard. "they're lilacs, the lady at the shop told me they mean 'first love.' i figured it was fitting." ever since the first time he had spoke those three magic words, he couldn't stop saying them. every single day he had to tell her how much he loved her, even if they were fighting, even if she was away on business, even if they only saw each other for five minutes in between meetings or appointments or errands. he never stopped reminding her how much he loved her, because honestly it was all that was on his mind at every moment of every day. YO STEPH AS EMILY THIS IS ONE THOUSAND, EIGHTY FOUR WORDS.

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[EMILY ELIZABETH MITCHELL]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 425px; background-color: #ffffff; line-height: 85%] you know i need you just like you need me, can't stop, won't stop, i must be dreaming. when was the day going to be over? it seemed like the hours that fell between two and five always went the slowest in the work day, and after years of classes at udel, she would have thought she would have gotten used to how sluggish the time always made everything feel during those hours. emily's eyes were wandering, drifting away from the computer screen in front of her even more now after hours of staring at it. you could say she was totally unfocused, and who wouldn't have been after a long day of driving back and forth between this office and travis' amongst other places? being a public relations liason was definitely something she enjoyed, on most days at least. but today was one of those longer, draining ones that seemed to never end. the only exciting thing that really happened to keep herself a little bit disconnected from work was when she had stopped by the studio to see zeppi for lunch, but it only lasted for a short period of time since that was right before she had to go to some mandatory staff meeting that had just been sprung on her via her work blackberry at around eleven that morning. but emily couldn't really complain - all her friends were beside her in work, spread out in the various components of relapse and anything related to it, and she mused on how much this business and label had become so much a part of her life in the last five years. oh, relapse. emily shook her head, reaching for the diet soda near her hand and taking a drink from it before picking up a pen and signing the paper in front of her. her eyes caught a glimpse of the photo frames on the corner of her desk, and she couldn't help but smile back at the faces that were captured in the moment. the thought of relapse and all the things that it brought along with also made her think of her family - not just the people, but her real family - and sometimes she'd dare to even think to say that it was a big part of putting her where she was today. only not really, she believed in fate and not much of coincidence now as an adult. tired was merely an understatement for her, and she took her glasses off and placed them down gently against the surface of her desk as she attempted to rub the sleepiness away, her eyes all the while fixated on the photos before her. she reached out and touched the closest one, picking it up into her hand and stroking the glass with her hand, feeling a little warm in the heart as she always did when she thought of her family. not only were these photos a reminder of what she had to come home to, it was also a testament to how far she had come, how much the last couple of years had changed her. if you went back on the history of emily de franco, if she had ever written it all down or had any movie record of her life, you'd practically find ethan mitchell in every part of it. sure, back in the beginning it seemed like more of a horror movie in her childhood, with him being like a terror to her even if she was fairly sure she had never given him a reason to be. even then she knew boys would be boys, how ethan wouldn't really change and travis would kind of be the same way too and nate was way nicer to her back then out of all her boy friends. and with the way ethan had shown himself to be as a young boy would basically continue for the next few years, the thought of ever liking him after all the dirt and the pranks was almost unheard of. then somewhere along the way, he seemed to change. perhaps she might have took it as cute when in their later years of elementary and middle school his offering to walk her home from the bus and giving her flowers from someone's yard was his way of a sort of apology for everything he used to do, but it wasn't until high school and puberty hit that everything became more than just an apology in her head. suddenly she found herself liking his company in classes, the notes they passed as friends, the time at lunch spent together laughing, because ethan always never failed to make her laugh. soon she was being told in confidence by travis and zeppi that ethan was practically in love with her - it was a thought that initially was fishy, only because she was in denial and their whole group pairing off with each other at the time just conveniently placed ethan and emily together. but then it made sense - if travis and zep could be best friends and date, then why couldn't they? you could call the whole situation fate, that it was bound to happen someday and on the level of how frustrated they had all gotten a few years ago with nate and zeppi's relationship, but this was something different. as time went on it became way more apparent that ethan and emily weren't just any couple. though there were a few times where they were separated from each other, whether you were talking about the time in high school that changed their lives forever after or the months where the weekend theory would be on tour and she would be at school, the fact of the matter was that over the years, no matter who you were, anyone could see that she and ethan were made for each other. and over time, while she let herself fall in love with the rascal of a boy she grew up with, emily de franco had started to see all that she was doing, changing ethan mitchell in more ways aside from his maturity and personality. it was sometimes hard to believe that this much time had passed, that it was only yesterday where she remembered being asked out on dates and the firsts of every part of her relationship with ethan. it was nice to have a routine now, and nowadays, there was nothing but smooth sailing for them. no fights, no quarrels, only love. being married for three years and having a beautiful son that was the light of their lives only made emily look forward to every day. emily twisted the rings on her left ring finger, the diamonds sparkling in the light as she looked back at one of her wedding photos and then moved her eyes to focus on the latest family shot taken of her and ethan holding emerson in their arms at the last friend and family gathering. she couldn't help but smile. if she weren't motherly enough by nature, that little boy made it all the more clear that she was meant for that role. even now, three years after his arrival into the world, emily still found it hard to leave her son for work, and it was also a mutual feeling she was glad that ethan shared, maybe not at the same type of level that she as a mother did, but at least it was something and it was there. it wasn't that she doubted ethan's devotion as a father at all, but as an irrational fear from the past, it was always something she had worried about before they made the actual decision to have the second child they concieved together. there were so many things to think about three years ago; where they would officially live, what would happen with her finishing off her last semester, what ethan would do about being in a band. the last part was something emily never wanted him to give up, but in the face of change and adulthood, the decision had to be made. all in all, she was proud of her husband, and all the more proud of her friends for being as wonderfully supportive of the both of them. besides, she wouldn't have known what to do if her child would have had to grow up not knowing zeppi, nate, travis, ace, and levi. and every time she looked into emerson's eyes, wonderous as they were when he stared back at her, she saw the adoration he had for his parents, his aunts and uncles, and emily knew that no matter what, it was all always going to be worth it. it was like the moments she spent thinking about her family always came in a daydream or a mistake of an impromptu nap - she hated to be caught in it, but some days she would be resting her head against her palm and her eyes would stay closed for more than ten minutes after having to be up all night with emerson - and her fond thoughts were interrupted by the abrupt opening of her office door. emily jumped a little bit, startled and habitually shuffling papers around her desk to make it look like she had been doing something, but when she saw it was only ethan, she put a hand to her racing heart and laughed, sighing in relief. "god, i thought you were my boss, you scared the hell out of me," she said, letting out another breath as her eyes looked at ethan skeptically, fine eyebrow raised as she observed his usual stance... and what he was wearing. "i take it you took another half day, cause i know you weren't wearing that when you left for the office this morning," emily continued, returning her own sly grin as she stood up and smoothed her skirt with her hands as she walked over to him. with heels she was almost the same height as ethan, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and rested them against his shoulders as he revealed some flowers from behind him. the kiss she placed on his lips thereafter was probably a little bit too deep to be work appropriate, but she smiled into it, not thinking twice. even if they were being all pda in her workplace, it was one of the only places that she could be alone with him, but not saying in any naughty way. it was just nice to have a romantic moment without crying or screaming in the background. when emily broke away, she took the flowers into her hand, examining them and beaming as he talked about lilacs and their meaning. leave it to ethan to rationalize his choices, even when she thought all flowers he gave her were beautiful. "aw, baby, thank you. you are so sweet, and they're so beautiful. i'll have to find a free vase in the house to put them in. or actually, get one for this office. i need some more color in here." she always felt like a teenager again when he did things like this, and it was nice to have a man that always said and showed his appreciation. emily ran a hand through her red hair, meeting his gaze and knowing that he knew the statement and question she was about to make. "and i know you've probably got this taken care of but while you're here and not at home, you better tell me that emerson is being watched by someone right now or i'll kill you..." hey, it was a valid question, valid with her motherly worry. eying the clock on the opposite side of the wall, emily noted it being quarter to six, and she leaned against the front of her desk now, looking up at ethan and continuing to smile coyly. "so you say, my knight," she began, touching his arm lightly since she knew well enough something was up, "that you're rescuing me? what are you buttering me up for, huh? is there an occasion that i might have forgotten?" tati as ethan / uh lol 2012 words / asdfgjdfksjfghf sorry but omg i missed them

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[ethan jay mitchell]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, margin: auto; line-height: 85%; padding-left: 50px; width: 400px] i'm nothing without you he caught himself staring at his wife again, noticing every little movement she made and smiling at each one. despite the bad, the hard, and the challenging, ethan had only ever had eyes for emily, and that was true in every sense of the phrase. whenever she was around, his eyes were focused on her, even though he had memorized every curve of her body, every dimple, every freckle, every little perfection she had to offer. although ethan was admittedly not a very observant person, he could always tell what emily's mood was - he had spent enough time studying her face to notice when she was faking a smile, or when her eyes were full of sadness. since they had been married though, he hadn't seen either of those two. their marriage was honestly the strongest one he had ever seen, or could ever hope for. they rarely bickered, they never screamed. they were in pure bliss, even when other elements outside the marriage got them down. whenever work was driving him crazy, whenever he was tired when emerson kept him up screaming, whenever he was angered by something on the news, all he had to do was open his wallet, pull out the picture his mother took on his very first date with emily, and every single trouble and worry in the world disappeared. seeing emily's smile in that photograph made his palms sweaty, his cheeks red... he felt like an awkward, lanky teenager all over again. then he'd snap back to reality, and realize that his life was perfect. there was no need for anger or disappointment in the world ethan lived in, because he had everything he could ever want waiting back at home for him. the love him and emily shared was the kind they wrote movies about, only better. it was pure, untainted, perfect, precious... and nothing could ever change that. ethan mitchell was the happiest man in the world. "i went home and changed." he beamed, sliding his hands onto her hips as she came into his arms. he held her by the curve in her back as they kissed, the spark they had at sixteen still present after all these years. it was like they were two puzzle pieces, completing each other, filling each other in. he couldn't imagine a woman better than emily - megan fox had nothing on his wife. he reluctantly allowed emily to break their kiss, taking the flowers from his hands. if he could have his way, he'd kiss her every moment of every day... seeing each other randomly throughout the day wasn't working for him. he wished she had gotten a job at the skyshot office, so they could have secret meetings in broom closets... or in travis's car, like they used to. oh god, those were the days, back in high school when their hormones were going crazy and they literally found a way to have sex in every single place imaginable. looking back at it, he felt a little sorry for all of his friends, who had their beds hijacked at parties, or their basement couches, or even their gazebos in the backyard. they had managed to tone it down a little now that they were matured and had a child, although ethan was really, really hoping emily would agree to have another child in the next coming months. he had become addicted to the idea of having another child, of travis having a child, of zeppi having a child... he wanted massive playdates, and more importantly, he wanted a group of little the weekend theory offspring creating a band and following in their father's footsteps. more importantly though, ethan was trying to make up for the incident that happened senior year of high school, when ethan first realized that he had extremely powerful sperm. when ethan and emily had concieved their very first child, when they weren't even adults yet. when emily had to get rid of the baby, because ethan was an immature asshole and couldn't control his mouth when he was having all sorts of panic attacks. he had learned to not think about their unnamed first child anymore, because any time he did, his heart would ache for days. to think that if he had reacted a little better, the two of them could have started a family a few years earlier. to think, that they could've had eight consecutive years of dating, rather than having to admit that they had split up for a few months after the incident... he couldn't help but to think that if he were travis, or nate, or one of his more mature friends, everything would have been okay. then again, he was ethan mitchell, the same ethan mitchell that emily had fallen in love with... so it really didn't matter anymore, did it? he smiled as he watched her look at the flowers, and he was honestly proud that he had picked something that she liked. he was no good at these kinds of things, he always ended up doing something cliche or overdone... but he figured that was just his style, and emily loved him for it, even if he was rather lame. like his proposal on the rooftop of that hotel, or his wedding vows that sounded like they could have been taken straight out of one of those cheesy 80's themed chick flicks that seemed so popular around the time he was writing them. while ethan was a musician, he wasn't very creative... he didn't really write any of the weekend theory's songs, he barely wrote his own guitar parts. he was around to provide a good heart, that was all. but he was content with that, because loving was something that ethan loved to do. "you're very welcome, babe, i'm just glad you like them." he laughed a little and looked down at the ground. they had been married for years, and emily was probably the only person who got to see ethan's modest, less boastful side. the boy was known for his ego, not when it came to the ladies or anything of that nature, mostly when it came to how 'awesome' he was. how smooth and cool he was for marrying a complete bombshell, how neat he was for playing guitar in a world famous band. but when he was around emily, he was just ethan, and when he looked back at her he always saw the most beautiful woman in the entire world. he definitely thought that emily had downgraded when she accepted his marriage proposal, but he wasn't about to complain about that. he would always joke with himself that she had been so blinded by the giant rock of a ring that he had bought her that she completely forgot who she was marrying, and was just too nice to say something come wedding day. eyes rolled back in ethan's head, and he reached forward to grab emily's hand, comforting her maternal instinct. "em is back home with zeppi and travis, don't worry. everything's fine, we've got until midnight until the carriage turns into a pumpkin." he lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it quickly, hoping the bit of scruff on his face wouldn't bother her. "i planned it all out so we could have a night to ourselves, kid free." he started to explain, walking closer to her so he could wrap his arms around her waist once more. "nope, no occasion." it was a little white lie, there was no way she could notice, right? "i just thouuuught you could use a break, some time with your super handsome husband alone, in a dark restaurant that doesn't have kids menus." he grinned, giving her a quick peck on the lips before turning towards the direction of the door. "now hurry your fine ass up, because we have reservations at 6:30 and we're not going to have a throwback to homecoming dinner." he chuckled at himself - yeah, it was funny now, but back then, when ethan accidentally made the reservations for half an hour earlier than he remembered and they couldn't get a table before the biggest dance of junior year... yep, wasn't about to make that mistake again. YO STEPH AS EMILY THIS IS ONE THOUSAND, THREE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY EIGHT WORDS. OH PS, THIS IS THE LONGEST REPLY I'VE WRITTEN IN LIKE A YEAR AND THEY'LL GET LONGER FROM HERE.

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