Spongebob Musical Ethan Slater Novels & Stories

“Come, come, there’s someone I want you to see.” No o e needed to tell me that it was Ethan, cus I knew how Zoe was, a f**king loser. He stood near the grand piano, wearing a navy-blue suit that made his dark curls and eyes look impossibly soft. And yet, there was a hardness to his expression when he saw me. Or maybe it was vulnerability. “Barbie,” he said, his voice low. “Ethan.” I kept my voice steady. His eyes lingered on me for a moment too long before Zoe let out a charming laugh and whispered something into his ear. His gaze dropped.

“Uh—I mean, there’s nobody here, so no one would judge you.” “Okay, give me some music.” I fumble for my phone, searching for a suitable song before I settle on RAZE’s latest dance hit. Looking up, Ethan’s expression dances along the lines of ‘are you kidding me?’ But I scrunch my nose at him and tell him to humor me. With a shake of his head, Ethan performs the son,g as usual, hitting every beat with practiced precision and skill. When the song fades, Ethan’s barely sweating. This is child’s play for him.

Laura and Ethan had a few spoonfuls of each dish, but it didn't take much until they were so full that they couldn't eat another bite. “Can I take the rest home?” she asked. “Dallas and Ivy will go crazy over these desserts.” “Yeah, definitely,” Ethan said. “I'll have Daryl pack it all up for you.” He turned in his chair and glanced toward the house, giving a nod. Almost immediately, some slow and soft music filled the air. It was a slow swing music song from their night at the museum. Laura's jaw dropped. “You remembered.” “Of course I did,” Ethan said. He stood up from his chair and held a hand out toward Laura. “Can I have this dance?”

I opened my mouth to answer, but Ethan's voice cut through the air before I could form the words. "EVERYONE!" All eyes shifted to the stage, where Ethan was climbing up, a microphone in hand. His brown hair was artistically messy, and he smiled with the confidence of someone about to do something bold. "I'm going to sing a song," he announced, pulling applause from the crowd. "This one's for someone very special." He paused briefly, a nearly secret smile forming on his lips. "Though she probably doesn't know it yet." The chords of a romantic ballad started playing, and Ethan began to sing. The song was slow, charming, and when his eyes found mine, a shiver ran down my spine.

Clara’s voice shattered the tense air, causing Ethan to flinch in surprise. He frowned sharply and snapped, “Why are you screaming?” Clara shot back, “Because I’ve been calling you and you refused to answer! Don’t tell me you still love her...” Ethan scoffed, a bitter smirk curling on his lips. “Who would want a cheap prostitute like her? Only a blind fool like him would still want a slut.” After a moment’s pause, Ethan grabbed the microphone, his voice carefully measured as he addressed the crowd.

Third Person's POV "I'm a Barbie boy, in a Barbie world, life is plastic. It's fantastic!" Ethan sang as he stood on the kitchen table, with a wooden spoon in his hand as a microphone. Hughes stops stirring the sauce and cocks an eyebrow at the lyrics Ethan just sung. He watches Ethan dance, using the kitchen table as his stage as the music plays from the living room. Claudius has a smile beaming on his face as he dances on the floor as if he's a fan watching his favorite singer.

Just as I was about to open the box, Johann said, "I'm going to be busy with a huge project, and I won't have any time to keep you company. Just tell me whatever you want." Then, he caressed my neck like he was comforting a mere pet, his movements thick with mockery and degradation. Yet, just a split second later, he suddenly gripped my neck with force, hurting me like he was trying to strangle me. "There really is nothing going on between Eva and me. Our relationship is strictly that of employer and employee. She's nothing more than just my secretary, so stop being so petty and jealous. "Do you understand me?"

It utterly made Samantha giggle while shaking her head. "It's fine if you don't - " "Here," Samantha offered a popcorn, going into his mouth. "Thank you, Sam. You are very kind," Ethan while chewing down the popcorn. Up until the end of the Marry Poppins movie, Samantha wound up feeding Ethan a piece of popcorn each time. As the film progressed, Ethan would ask a question, now and then. "Ah, so this is where supercalifragilisticexpialidocious came from," remarked Ethan, seeing the part where Marry Poppins introduced a new word. With a smirk on his face, he asked, "How does Kyle like watching this?"

Robbins asked. "Very fine! I'm so proud of myself,I've never felt this good" Ethan smiled. "I'm glad" Robbins smiled too. "I'm starving already" Ethan said. "I'm going to order lunch right away sir" Robbins said and Ethan nodded with a smile. He wished he had never made his parents pick up Morgan from the first place, who knows where he could've been now. In the guitar? ___ "OMG!" Irish laughed so hard at the movie she was watching with her stepmum.

“Slap yourself,” Ethan ordered. My feet halted and I turned to look at him, shock reeling in my expression. His dark eyes were fixed on Stacy who still knelt on the floor—her eyes wide, her lips parted as she stared at him in disbelief. “But…but…sir,” she stuttered and Ethan’s lips curled into a sneer at the sound of her voice, almost like hearing her speak irritated him dearly. “It seems you don’t like your job as you claim,” he spat darkly, and her eyes flared at his words.