Etta nodded although her dad couldn’t see her. She spent last two hours in the basement with old books, clothes and toys, deciding which were good enough to be donated and which were going straight to the trash can. It was a tedious task, but Etta was happy to help.
The idea to renovate the basement came after yet another heated argument between Amon and Seth. During the last two weeks, no day had passed without those two yelling at each other. At some point, Seth hacked into Amon’s phone, causing all sorts of trouble. When Amon found out, he slapped Seth across the face with such force it broke Seth’s glasses. Seth, understandably, fought back and then all hell broke lose.
That was the last straw. There was just so much conflict Melia could handle before realizing that her two sons simply couldn’t live with each other.
Moving one of them to the basement seemed too harsh and so it was decided to create two separate spaces there, one for each boy to spend his free time however he liked.
And, probably for the first time in their life, Amon and Seth both agreed on something.
It meant a lot of work for the entire family, but everyone was just so happy, so eager to live without constant door slamming, frequent swearing and endless cycles of insults that they all jumped right into it.
And so Etta found herself on the hard basement floor, surrounded by long forgotten household items and dusty furniture. It was both pleasant and heartbreaking to go through all that old stuff. She hadn’t even thought of those things for years, but saying goodbye to them was harder than she originally anticipated.
Her nostalgic moment was suddenly interrupted by shrill noise of her phone ringing.
Etta shaked her head, half-amused, half-annoyed and threw an especially heavy encyclopedia to the “still good” pile, when she heard the husky voice.
Dante mumbled his answer, but the words were overpowered by the sound of the door slamming. As soon as Etta realized what happened, she ran towards them in futile attempt to open them again.
Etta knocked on the door loudly and called Amon’s name.
The music really was loud – she could hear it from where she stood. There was no way she could out shout that. And Tori was with them, too, painting old shelves to make them look less pitiful.
She grumbled as she return to the giant pile of books on the floor.
Etta frowned and threw a book at him with exaggerated anger. He caught it and started paging through it casually.
He smiled wryly, voice thick with mockery as he shut the book and threw it on the ground. Etta shaked her head and decided to join him on ancient bed that her mom used to sleep on when she was still a kid, but she remained quiet.
For some reason, his comment made her think of the advice she got from aunt Devi. ‘Tell him how you feel.’ She took a deep breath.
To her surprise, he didn’t laugh at her snarky comment.
Etta was taken aback – his voice had never been so dark and serious before. At least not in front of her. She suddenly felt really stupid for joking around like that.
He tried to make it sound like it wasn’t a big deal at all, but it didn’t work. Etta felt even more ashamed for being inconsiderate before.
Hearing that, Etta’s heart skipped a beat in terror. She figured what it meant and she didn’t want it to be true, she didn’t want him to say the words out loud. The basement suddenly felt so much colder.
But before she could finish the sentence, her phone buzzed. It was a text from mom.
Dante just shrugged, lost in thoughts and Etta started typing the reply, when the idea struck her.
She dialed Amon’s number, then Tori’s, but none of her siblings picked up.
Something in his tone made her glance at him. There was a soft smile on his lips and strange intensity in his eyes, glimpses of longing and angst, pleas and promises, doubts. Etta couldn’t quite put her finger on what it was she was seeing but she knew he had never looked at her like that before. Like he was lost.
She leaned in.
His voice was but a whisper when he gently touched her hand.
Etta wanted to object, feeling like she was none of those things he just mentioned, when his weight shifted slightly. It brought him closer to her, so close she could feel the heat of his breath on her face. There was the look in his eyes again, intense and dreamy, that was drawing her in, hypnotizing her, until their lips met in a kiss.
Well, almost. Because in that moment, the door opened wide and hit the bed just a few inches from Etta, who, startled by the unexpected sound, jumped.
Tori’s smiling face appeared seconds after that, informing them the lunch was ready and making fun of their temporary prison. Etta tried her best to act innocent, wondering how much her sister saw.
She got her answer as they were leaving the basement together.
But Etta’s mind was already miles away. She was too astonished by to pay attention to such mundane things as words of advice. She didn’t need those where she was – on cloud nine.