Unknown Passions: Fan Fiction
Forbidden Fruit Chapter 1
If you ever looked up the word bitch in the dictionary a picture of Ethan Crane would come up right below it.
Of coarse Julian and Alistar, if he ever had a picture of him take, would follow.
"Theresa!" Pilar interrupted her thoughts, which was fine, because she was supposed to be doing homework. "Whitney's on the phone!"
Practically racing down the steps she immediately swiped the phone from her mothers hands.
"Hey. So what'd you hear?" the question popped out of her mouth.
"Hey." she paused. "What's up?"
"What's up! Why are you asking me 'what's up?' Now what'd you hear over there?" the excitement in her voice was so clear, Whitney didn't want to be the person to wreck that, but someone had to.
"You really don't want to know Theresa." she mumbled in a dismal tone.
"Whit?"
"Theresa. Really you don't want to know."
"Or you don't want to tell me." she read her mind perfectly.
"Both."
"What is it Whit?" she demanded to know.
"Theresa...um...he's cheating on you..." she naturally said more after that, but none of the words caught her attention as much as that first sentence.
"With who?" she irrupted, her mouth tasting the venom.
"Gina." her voice was no a whisper.
"Gina! That slut!"
"Theresita!" Pilar snapped at her daughter upon hearing the word slut.
"Theresa I'm sorry."
"Why are you sorry. You didn't do anything." she mumbled meekly.
"Bye Whit." her voice in a depressed manor, she hung up the phone before her friend had a chance to reply.
Correction. If you looked up bitch in the dictionary Fredrick Hadjan. Then Ethan Crane. Then Julian Crane. And then Allistar Crane. If anyone ever found a picture of him...ever.
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And the phone that had heard so many secrets was then disconnected from the other end.
Leaving Whitney with an incessant, annoying beeping noise.
But she never hung up the phone. She just let it slide from her hand towards the floor.
And once the clank of the crash between the two objects took her out of the trance she was in, she raced to Theresa's house
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"Air five!" he heard shouted across the school yard, as his was lifted towards the sky only to be hit by air, as his friend simationuasly did the exact same thing.
"See ya man!" Chris shouted as he left for the summer, leaving the infamous Ethan Crane standing alone waiting for his limo and chaffier which tended to change every year.
And he did wait.
And wait.
And wait.
He wished he just decided to drive home on his own from college, but his parents insisted, for some reason he would never understand.
They were very fickle and interesting people.
Why he was going home for the summer was also another press stunt. He would much rather be renting a beach house with some friends or something remotely like that.
Instead he got the smallest town on Earth with the absolute most happy and sickening people he ever had a chance to meet.
But he was a Crane.
He was the Crane intended to inherit the empire, and because of that he had to seem perfect.
Of coarse he wasn't.
How many woman he had to threaten after he got drunk and slept with so they wouldn't reveal anything was almost an infinite number.
It would just look bad if he was cheating on his beloved girlfriend, Sherry.
Whom was also one of the biggest sluts he had ever met, but she 'had a good heart.'
And wasn't that all that mattered.
His hamstring machine gave him more pleasure.
On that final thought a long black stretch limo pulled up next to him.
And an unfamiliar man with blonde hair and brown eyes greeted him.
Ethan stood there.
"Sir please get in the car." he requested.
But he stood there.
"Sir..." his voice was cut off.
"Are you a rookie or do I have to tell you what to do."
"What? Oh!" it suddenly came to him as he raced out the door.
Carefully picking up his bags, which weighed around 50 pounds each, he placed them in the trunk.
After a loud click from the large vehicle, he then went to Ethan's side to open it for the young Crane.
Ethan silently stepped into the car, without a thank you, or any sign of manners at all.
The young man then scurried around to the other side.
And then he finally left the one place he'd rather be than home.
