Friends and Lovers

An Ewan and Drew story

Esther Spurrill-Jones
Prism & Pen
Published in
14 min readSep 14, 2021

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Image by sharonj from Pixabay

1996

“Hey, Ewan!”

Ugh. Ewan stuck his finger in the book he was reading and shouted back, “What?!”

Amber stuck her head into Ewan’s bedroom, a teasing grin on her face. “Your girlfriend’s here.”

“What? Where?” Shoving a bookmark between the pages, Ewan dropped the book on his bedside table and rolled off his bed.

“Outside.” Amber followed him down the hall. “She’s on a horse.

As Ewan went through the kitchen, Mason and Gabby were sitting at the table, playing some game while Raven did the dishes at the sink. Amber told them in a stage whisper, “Ewan’s got a girlfriend.”

“Oh my God, Amber!” Ewan hissed at her.

“Ewan!” Raven said over her shoulder. “Language!”

“You’re not my mom, little sister,” he shot back.

“If Mom was here, she’d say the same thing.”

“Ugh, whatever.” Ewan put his hand on the doorknob and glared at his siblings. “Stay in here.”

“You’re not a parent either,” Amber said. “I don’t have to do what you say.”

Please stay in here.” Ewan cast a glance around at their rapt faces and sighed. Whatever. He couldn’t keep Grace waiting…

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Esther Spurrill-Jones
Prism & Pen

Poet, lover, thinker, human. Poetry editor at Prism & Pen.