"Yeah, we do need a shower."
"We?"
And he just gives me a naughty grin.
While I am drying my hair, he's checking out the loft, seeing what's in the frig. He comes back in with an open bottle of Cristal and two flutes. "This place is sweet. And there's tons of great food in the frig. If we didn't have to go look at dresses, we wouldn't have to leave."
He sets the glasses and bottle down, grabs my robe belt and unties it. "Much better," he says, looking down at me, basically naked again. "I think we should just be naked until we have to go back to school." He pours us each a drink. "Here's to my beautiful, naked girlfriend."
"I'm not drinking to my nakedness."
He runs his hand down my stomach. "Oh, but you should."
"Dawson! Stop that! Dresses first, so I don't get in trouble, and then we can come back here and get naked or whatever. This weekend was supposed to be about shopping, not sex."
He kisses my shoulder, "Bullshit. If you really wanted it to be about shopping, you would've brought your girl friends, not me. And I can't help that you're so damn sexy, and you make me want you. All the time." (He is right about that. And later, she does. Who can forget their Lingerie Party?) And even though I need to go soon, the fact that he wants me all the time, makes me feel extremely sexy, so I figure, what the hell. I laugh, say, "Come on, help me get dressed," as I slide my robe off, let it fall to the ground, and walk out of the bathroom with nothing on.
He follows me, like a dog after a bone, "Oh, you're in trouble now."
So eventually, we made it to the stores. Barely. I found a gorgeous dress to wear. It's so pretty, and it looked really great on me. Kym is good, that's for sure. All the dresses were beautiful, but one of them had Dawson all hot and bothered. It's a Valentino one shoulder dress made of black lace. It has a banded waist with a macrame style almost sunflower patterned skirt. It's fitted and short. The top of the dress is asymmetrical, off one shoulder, tied at the top with a small bow. It also has a nude colored backing behind the lace, so there is the slight illusion that you are naked and the lace is just there to cover certain body parts. It's gorgeous, classy, but still very sexy. I also really loved the Louboutin double platform sandals she had picked out to go with it. The heels are so tall, and combined with the short dress, make my legs look miles long. (I love this dress!) "Hey, do you have some more shopping you need to do?" Dawson asks me as I'm paying for the dress.
"Well, I wouldn't mind shopping a little more before we leave."
"Okay, good. I need to run a quick errand, and then I'll meet you back here in say thirty minutes?"
"Uh, sure. Where are you going?"
"It's a surprise."
"Um, okay, well then, I'll be in the shoe department."
"I should have known that."
He gives me a kiss and rushes off.
All I have to say is it's amazing how many pairs of shoes and boots you can try on and buy in a measly thirty minutes. (There is a lot of me in this line from Keatyn. I can do the same thing.) I'm laden down with packages, when gorgeous Dawson comes strolling back in, gift bag swinging in his hand. Literally every shoe shopper's head turned when he walked by. He is that good looking. Even the old ladies couldn't help but stare. It makes me feel very lucky. I wanna scream, Yeah, this is my boyfriend.
He walks up to me, kisses my cheek. "You leave any shoes for anyone else?" He's eying my seven shopping bags.
"There's not that many pairs, I swear, shoes just take up a lot of room."
"What did you buy?" I ask, curiously.
"You'll see later."
Which probably means more condoms or something romantic like that.
"Hey, do you think it would be okay if we met my parent's for brunch tomorrow? Riley told them I was in town and now they wanna meet you."
"Gonna be kinda hard if I have to be naked."
"I'll probably let you get dressed for this."
"Okay, I brought a nice dress, so that'd be cool. Did they love Peyton?"
"Well they did like her, then I don't know, you know how parents are, when someone breaks up with their kid, they kinda stop liking them."
"Yeah, Tommy's ready to kill Brooklyn."
"So back to the loft?" he winks.
"Yeah."
Back at the loft and we're digging through the frig trying to decide what we are going to have for dinner.
After dinner, Dawson says, "I bought dessert. That's what's in the bag."
"Yum. What did you get?"
"Okay, so close your eyes."
I close them.
I can hear him getting banging around in the kitchen, and pretty soon he's back in front of me.
"Okay, open."
In front of me is a sinful looking triple layer chocolate cake. On the top is written. Homecoming?
"What does that mean exactly?"
"I'm asking you to be my date for homecoming."
I smile. How can I not? A cake? He's so freaking adorable. And he's hot. It's a deadly combination.
"Oh, well yes, I'd love to go to homecoming with you."
"That dress, I may have to hide you away all night. You looked so amazing, Keatie. I can't wait."
He starts to cut the cake. "Wait. Take a picture of it."
He does, downloads it to facebook with the caption, She said yes :) We eat the sinful cake. Oh my, it is so good. Seriously almost orgasmic.
Even though he threatened me with torture of some kind, I couldn't sit at the dinner table and eat naked. I guess I'm not that confident in my body yet or something, or it seemed a little gross. I suggest we get in the hot tub, so we do, looking out at all the city lights. It's gorgeous in an urban way.
"This is really romantic," he tells me.
"Yeah, it's nice."
And then he starts kissing me again.....and we all know where that leads. (This was super cute, but not quite the same as the naked chests and the Dean shaking his ass that ended up in the final version.) Sunday, September 11th Meet the parents 11am (Although I did a clothing board for what she wore, this entire scene got cut.) I'm kinda freaking out about meeting his parents.
"Did you tell them you stayed at the loft with me last night? What are they going to think? They will think I'm sleezy."
"They are going to love you. Just chill. And I told them we were staying at your stepdad's loft. I didn't mention he wouldn't be here."
"What if they ask? Oh and they are going to ask me about my parents and my family. Shit. Do we have to go?"
And why the hell am I so nervous about this? The only other times I've gotten this nervous was when I'm around Aiden, or when I got to meet David Beckham. Because really, regardless of what they tell you, it's not milk that does a body good. It's whatever he does to work out. I don't really know what it is, but it's working. I should point out I really don't get nervous meeting famous people, I know they are just people, but when I met David, he was out surfing with Tommy and I walked out there completely unprepared. (Can you even imagine the hotness of watching Tommy and David surf together? Does David even surf? In my mind, he can.) I should have known something was up when mom was standing in the living room watching Tommy surf through the telescope. She never does that. But he walked out of the water and booyah, holy shit, yeah, you get the idea, I lost use of my tongue. Now that I think about it, he is a bit god like as well. He and Tommy and possibly Aiden may be in some secret god club. (LOL, Abby.) We meet his parents at their house for brunch. Their house is a gorgeous upper east side row type home on a gorgeous tree lined street. Most people own like a floor of these homes, and they own the whole damn building. I guess I should of known based on the house in the Hamptons, but both Riley and Dawson are so laid back and not the least bit uppity, they're parents did something right. I like them right away.
French Kissing Crisis 7:50 pm Hottie God: Desperately need you.
Hottie God: For workbook help.
Me: Library 20 min?
Hottie God: My room 20 min.
Me: NO!
Hottie God:Fine. Library it is.
I'm sitting on the floor of my dorm. Our usual hangout spot, looking at all the signs they have made and feeling bad that they did all that work. There wasn't really anything else to do during the day, they complained, so it was fun.
"And we even got Carson and Logan and some of the guys to help us, ordered chinese, it was fun."
"Yeahhhhh and Carson and Katie KISSSSSEEDDDD!!!!!" (Poor Katie. I deleted her kissing Carson, I think.) "Wait, what about Tyrese?"
"Oh, I don't know." Katie tells me. "He's fun, but he doesn't seem to want to be serious, and I want a serious boyfriend. Carson is a cutie and Logan is a hottie, like really a hottie. And so is Dallas. I think he might have been flirting with me."
"Well as soon as this campaign is over, I'm taking you all out for Mexican or something."
Annie says, "So I just put this on facebook, it's kinda mean, but I don't care. It says, Gossiping with the girls in Keatyn's room, hearing ALLL about her and Dawson's weekend in NYC."
"Tell me you didn't tag him."
"Oh, I did."
Maggie asks, So, how was meeting his parents? Riley told us you met them."
"It was good. They liked me, I think. We talked, I mean I can talk to anyone, have good manners, I wasn't worried. Well, I was worried, I want them to like me. It was so cute when Dawson said, Mom, Dad, this is my GIRLFRIEND, Keatyn Monroe. I about died. Then his mom kept trying to figure out who I remind her of. Some one on TV she thought."
"I know who you look like," Annie says. "We watched Running with the Angels this weekend, and we decided you remind us of Abby Johnston. Like you sorta look like her, but it's like your more your motions, gestures, the way you tilt your head. Her voice and mannerisms are so much like yours, it's crazy."
"Weird," I say. (This is just stupid, really. The whole premise of her running to the East coast to figure out who she is. And lying about it. I would so hate her if I found out. At least in the published version, she lied with good reason. This was just... wrong.) Now would be the perfect time to tell them. It really would, but I don't.
Annie coos, "Sooooo, you and Dawes all alone, did you, you know, did you sleep with him?"
"Well of course I slept with him. He says I like to snuggle. He makes me feel so safe and happy, and did you see the cake and how he asked me to homecoming?"
"Yeah we saw, and sleeping isn't what we meant."
Maggie blurts out, "Ohmigawd, did you have sex or what?"
"Look, I don't want to disappoint you guys, but I don't really think it's anyone's business, and I don't want it getting around school either way. So I'm gonna have to say no comment."
Annie looks at me, trying to size me up. "That means you did it."
"No it doesn't. It means I don't' want people talking about whether we did or didn't, so I'm saying no comment either way."
Katie huffs, "Okay, so you did some stuff, right?"
"Yeah, I can say we did some stuff."
Maggie starts to play along, "And was that stuff, whatever it was, good, fun?"
My eyes get all dreamy, I know, but I can't help it.
"It was very good, very fun. He says he loves me. Says he's never breaking up with me. I can probably also say that he looks extremely good naked. He is seriously hot. All of him."
"Ahhhh," Annie giggle screams.
Maggie continues, "So did he tell you those things before or after the good and very fun stuff?"
"No, that was like when he asked me out. I haven't told him I love him yet. But's he's said it to me quite a bit. I just worry that he hasn't settled things in his mind with Peyton yet. I'm afraid when he does it's going to end badly for me." (Ha. Maggie is tricky and trying to pry it out of her. Also, this scene did end up happening, just a little differently.) "I don't think that will happen," Katie says sweetly, touching my arm. "Her and Jake are going strong, like she was making out with him."
"Jake doesn't seem to be very happy with how things are going. And why aren't they in his room, doing private stuff yet? I'm not talking sex, but even just like good making out, under the clothes kind of stuff."
"Maybe she wants to make him wait. I heard she's pretty prude, even though her and Dawes did."
"I got the impression that it wasn't that great sexually between her and Dawes. I really don't know how it couldn't be though, he is so hot."
"Does he make you hot?" Katie is raising her eyebrows up and down at me.
"Oh, yeah, very. Okay, so I will tell y'all one thing." They all move in a little closer, rapt with anticipation. "At the game the other night, when I had on his big sweatshirt, he put his hands inside it and was like just sweetly rubbing my sides, my stomach and then pretty soon his hands were, uh in my underwear, rubbing me. Oh my gosh, that was like the hottest thing. Being there with all you around, and no one knows. I have to think of a way to do something like that to him."
Annie is shocked at me, "I can't believe you let him!!!" (Me either, but . . .) "Weren't you afraid someone would notice?" Katie asks.
"Did y'all notice I didn't get up to cheer when Aiden made that great catch?"
"Oh yeah. That's why. We thought you were boycotting Aiden's catch."
"Then when whoever scored, I was um, really happy about it."
Maggie grins at me, "That is soooo bad!! I totally want someone to do that to me. I bet it felt like naughty. I wanna feel naughty. I'm sorta tired of being the good girl all the time. Well not that I'm that good."
We laugh, "I think it's fun to be naughty like sometimes. And speaking of that, I want to do something like that back to Dawson. Any suggestions?"
"You could do something to him at a game like under a blanket or throw a sweatshirt across his lap." Maggie says.