Spongebob Musical Ethan Slater Novels & Stories

I asked Ethan, trying to shift the attention off me. “Me? Fun? Oh, sweetheart”……he grinned “I live for fun. Climbing, surfing, salsa dancing” “Salsa dancing?” I choked. Ethan nodded proudly. “I’m basically a menace on the dance floor.” Alex muttered, “He’s terrible.” “I am amazing,” Ethan shot back. And just like that, the table dissolved into laughter—mine soft, Ethan’s loud, Alex’s was nonexistent but his eyes were warmer now. The drinks arrived. Mine was soft pink and smelled like strawberries.

Veronica looked disgustedly at Ethan, who was indeed dressed very simply at the time. Ethan glanced at his cheap watch, which actually looked quite old. Feeling that he didn't have enough time to listen to the drama in front of him, Ethan said, "Miss, can you take me to the cashier now? I'm in a hurry." Sophia looked surprised but immediately nodded and said, "This way, Sir. Come with me!" Ethan nodded. Meanwhile, some of Sophia's friends laughed mockingly when they saw Sophia escorting Ethan to the cashier. "Most likely, the young man will say that he left his wallet behind."

Emily said, intrigued. “Just a little,” he muttered as he sat down. “Could you sing a little for us? Please?” Emily pleaded. “No, I can’t,” Ethan replied bluntly. “Come on, Ethan, don’t be such a boring dick,” Josh teased. “Please, you don’t have to sing the whole song,” Emily pressed. “If you sing, then you can go,” Josh bargained. Ethan let out a heavy sigh. “What song?” he asked. “Thinking Out Loud by Ed Sheeran!” Jems said almost immediately in excitement.

To “I’m a Barbie Girl.” The audience roared. Ethan and Jaxon spun in circles, lip-syncing dramatically, hands on hips as they pranced and preened. I bit my lip so hard trying not to laugh that tears filled my eyes anyway. When the video ended, the stadium burst into applause mixed with cackles of disbelief. Ethan stormed over to me the second the whistle blew. “What the hell was that, Avery?” he snapped, grabbing my arm. “You think this is funny? Do you have any idea how embarrassing you’ve been lately?”

"He’s here! He’s really here! He’s in the front row, Collins! This is for you!" My heart hammered against my ribs. I moved to the curtain and took a quick look. Ethan’s white silhouette was like a beacon in the dark hall, a light that seemed to pierce right through me. "Collins! You’re on! Go out there and show your mate a side of you he hasn't hunted yet!" Tammy cheered, giving me an encouraging shove. I felt a sudden sting of moisture in my eyes. "Shut up, Tammy!" "Next, the pride of our Biology department, Master Collins Parker. He will be performing an acoustic rendition of 'Tim McGraw'. Please, welcome him with a warm Solstice greeting!"

His voice was smooth, deep, commanding without raising in volume. Anna stiffened. Vivian nearly toppled out of her chair. “Holy—” Vivian slapped her own mouth, whisper-screaming behind her palm. “Is that Ethan Voss?” Anna’s brows knit. “Who?” Vivian’s eyes went comically wide. “Who? Who?! He’s only one of the biggest damn music producers in New York! He’s worked with Grammy winners, babe. Actual legends.” Ethan approached them, calm as if he were walking a runway. He extended a hand, his smile disarming, the kind of smile that could talk a nun into sin.

Third Person's POV Ethan sang as he swayed his hips while stirring the sauce. The Omega moved fluently through the kitchen as if it were his own. He opened the cabinet and pulled seasonings down before instructing Hughes to grate a parmesan wedge into a bowl. “Everywhere I go, I'm spotted And everything I want, I got it 5'5 with brown eyes Smile like the sunrise,” Ethan sang as he turned to the breaded chicken. “Noah, I think the song is about you when it comes to height! Your ass is short as fuck!” Ethan said and then flinched a moment later when a bread roll bounced off the back of his head.

His hand stayed longer on mine, rewriting my earlier thought that he might be avoiding people. Finally, the youngest-looking one stepped forward with both hands shoved inside his hoodie pocket. "I'm Ethan." He smiled sheepishly. "And before you ask, no, I'm not as quiet as I look. They just never let me get a word in. I'm an artist. Not a singer like James, more of a painter.” “That’s really cool. I’m a doctor,” I answered, sharing his excitement. I couldn’t believe I was actually meeting them after so long. “Alright guys, we can’t just stand here. Let's go somewhere private, okay?” Tyron said.

Raphael noted, not looking up from the documents. "She asked the waiter for extra garlic knots," Ethan continued, sounding slightly traumatized. "When he said they were sold out, she looked at him like she was going to burn the entire building down. I had to bribe the kitchen staff with a hundred dollar bill to make a fresh batch." Raphael let out a rich, genuine laugh. "Did you hate the date?" Raphael asked, looking at his cousin. "No," Ethan rubbed the back of his neck, a goofy smile breaking across his face. "I actually really liked it. She made me watch a three hour documentary about deep sea squids at her apartment. We are getting street tacos on Wednesday."