was my own person and no one, not her, not Erik, no one was gonna tell me who I could or couldn’t be friends with.
‘Fine. Well, I’ll be going then. Have a nice life with your faux friends.’
She didn’t respond. She just looked really, really pissed. I didn’t hang around. I phoned Aunt Suze and told her I’d meet her back home. I figured I’d have a nice long, hot bath and a pampering session. After all, I had a date with a hot guy tomorrow and I wanted to look my best now didn’t I?
Chapter Nine – Slip of the Tongue
Erik
I’d spent the last couple of days in a perpetual state of confusion. I was defying Dad, going against his advice and his orders.
On the other hand, I had a date with the only girl that had ever really lit my fire. I decided not to make too much of an effort with my appearance for our date; that would definitely raise suspicion. Jared never missed a thing, he was really sharp. Dad often ignored the little things; he’d never intentionally embarrass me although he would join in the teasing when he knew it was just fun. If he’d known I had a date he’d have been really encouraging, until he found out who my date was that is. I didn’t want to lie about where I was going, or who I was seeing but I couldn’t risk being grounded. I decided I would tell them where I was going, that I was meeting friends for a burger. That was only the smallest of lies, as I was going for a burger but with just one friend, singular.
I put on T-shirt and jeans, didn’t make too much fuss of my hair, which could be a bit wild if I didn’t use enough product, and I definitely didn’t put on after shave – that would have been a dead giveaway. It was a comfortable hour’s walk from home to Sarah’s. I didn’t want to look too keen so, having arrived a little earlier than planned, I held back a couple of streets down so it was closer to 1 p.m. when I finally walked up the path.
I felt pretty bad when Sarah opened the door. It was clear from the way she looked that she’d gone to a lot of effort. She looked amazing. She had beautiful brown eyes; she didn’t have a lot of make-up on but then she didn’t need it. She had on a summer dress that reminded me of one of those 50s film stars; it was cut modestly but I couldn’t help wondering what it would look like on my bedroom floor!
The conversation was much easier than it had been in the week. As we walked slowly toward the park we laughed and joked all the way. She told me all about her dad, about her life in Europe, which was a bit sad really but she didn’t let it get her down. She’d had eight schools in the last twelve years, no wonder she’d grasped so quickly to the friendship that Kacey had initially offered her. It must have been really tough making friends when you knew you weren’t gonna be around long. When we arrived at the part there weren’t any benches free so we got our burgers and went and sat under a tree at the edge of the woodland. I wished I’d thought to bring a blanket; I hated to think of her getting dirty. Although, I have to admit the thought of her getting down and dirty had crossed my mind some time back. I shrugged this thought off as quickly as I could. Any guy who has been in the company of a beautiful woman will know the sheer terror at the thought of the unplanned hard-on!
We spent the next few hours talking about anything and everything. We discussed our favourite food and music; I liked jazz and Rocky Road ice cream and she liked rock and Mint Choc Chip.
‘So what about movies? What do you like?’ I wanted to know everything about her.
‘All time favourite movie ever has to be Ghost . It was the first film I ever cried at. When Whoopi slipped that coin under the door and he forced it up the door and into her hand. Oh wow. I just bawled.’
And so it went on, favourite book, holiday, colour, Sesame Street character etc. etc.
It would be about 4 p.m. when we starting
‘Fine. Well, I’ll be going then. Have a nice life with your faux friends.’
She didn’t respond. She just looked really, really pissed. I didn’t hang around. I phoned Aunt Suze and told her I’d meet her back home. I figured I’d have a nice long, hot bath and a pampering session. After all, I had a date with a hot guy tomorrow and I wanted to look my best now didn’t I?
Chapter Nine – Slip of the Tongue
Erik
I’d spent the last couple of days in a perpetual state of confusion. I was defying Dad, going against his advice and his orders.
On the other hand, I had a date with the only girl that had ever really lit my fire. I decided not to make too much of an effort with my appearance for our date; that would definitely raise suspicion. Jared never missed a thing, he was really sharp. Dad often ignored the little things; he’d never intentionally embarrass me although he would join in the teasing when he knew it was just fun. If he’d known I had a date he’d have been really encouraging, until he found out who my date was that is. I didn’t want to lie about where I was going, or who I was seeing but I couldn’t risk being grounded. I decided I would tell them where I was going, that I was meeting friends for a burger. That was only the smallest of lies, as I was going for a burger but with just one friend, singular.
I put on T-shirt and jeans, didn’t make too much fuss of my hair, which could be a bit wild if I didn’t use enough product, and I definitely didn’t put on after shave – that would have been a dead giveaway. It was a comfortable hour’s walk from home to Sarah’s. I didn’t want to look too keen so, having arrived a little earlier than planned, I held back a couple of streets down so it was closer to 1 p.m. when I finally walked up the path.
I felt pretty bad when Sarah opened the door. It was clear from the way she looked that she’d gone to a lot of effort. She looked amazing. She had beautiful brown eyes; she didn’t have a lot of make-up on but then she didn’t need it. She had on a summer dress that reminded me of one of those 50s film stars; it was cut modestly but I couldn’t help wondering what it would look like on my bedroom floor!
The conversation was much easier than it had been in the week. As we walked slowly toward the park we laughed and joked all the way. She told me all about her dad, about her life in Europe, which was a bit sad really but she didn’t let it get her down. She’d had eight schools in the last twelve years, no wonder she’d grasped so quickly to the friendship that Kacey had initially offered her. It must have been really tough making friends when you knew you weren’t gonna be around long. When we arrived at the part there weren’t any benches free so we got our burgers and went and sat under a tree at the edge of the woodland. I wished I’d thought to bring a blanket; I hated to think of her getting dirty. Although, I have to admit the thought of her getting down and dirty had crossed my mind some time back. I shrugged this thought off as quickly as I could. Any guy who has been in the company of a beautiful woman will know the sheer terror at the thought of the unplanned hard-on!
We spent the next few hours talking about anything and everything. We discussed our favourite food and music; I liked jazz and Rocky Road ice cream and she liked rock and Mint Choc Chip.
‘So what about movies? What do you like?’ I wanted to know everything about her.
‘All time favourite movie ever has to be Ghost . It was the first film I ever cried at. When Whoopi slipped that coin under the door and he forced it up the door and into her hand. Oh wow. I just bawled.’
And so it went on, favourite book, holiday, colour, Sesame Street character etc. etc.
It would be about 4 p.m. when we starting
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