Dallas: Must be gay. Call me. Then make her talk to me.
Me: Uh, okay. What are you gonna say?
Dallas: First I'm gonna ask her if she wants to be my picnic date for tomorrow night. Then if she puts out, I'll ask her to HC.
Me: DALLAS!!!! >:( Dallas: Aw, cool your orange panties and call me, I'm just kidding. I think she's cool. I won't try anything, but, if she attacks me, I will NOT resist :p I call Dallas, we chat, I go uh huh a lot, and finally hand the phone to Katie. "Hey, Dallas wants to talk to you."
She goes, "Uh huh,"
Then, "No, I don't." Big eyes. Points to the phone. Big smile.
"Sounds fun. Okay. Bye."
"AAAAHHHHHH!!!!! HE ASKED ME TO GO TO FRENCH MOVIE NIGHT WITH HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
I hug her.
Me: She's screaming in joy.
Dallas: I'll have her screaming in ecstasy ;) Me: You are SO bad!
Dallas: Speaking of bad. Dawson got mad about the panties? I figured you were with him, he'd laugh. I didn't even think you were out there taking off your lacy orange thong for Aiden. So you doing both of them now?
Me: It had rained, my sweats were all wet, he had shorts on under his sweats, let me change. I dropped them when we ran because it started lightening and pouring. And no, me and Aiden are only kissing. Me and Dawson too now. Well, trying to.
Dallas: Going for the love god huh?
Me: Hottie god. Hey tell Riley, your room at 10:30 if we wanna hang out.
I lay in my bed and snuggle up with my pillow. My sheets smell like Dawson. Like his cologne. It makes me miss him. I text him.
Me: My sheets smell like you.
Dawson: My sheets always smell like you. I miss you already.
Me: It feels like we broke up.
Dawson: We already did that. We're starting over kinda, remember?
Me: Do you ever wish you had a crystal ball, so you could look in it and see who you are supposed to end up with? It would make life so much easier.
Dawson: But think of the things you would miss along the way.
Me: Like?
Dawson: Me.
Me: You don't picture us married someday, sitting together on the beach, 4 adorable dark hair boys playing in sand along side us and a dog named Peyton?
Dawson: Actually I could picture that. But we'd have to have a couple adorable girls like you. And definitely love the dog's name :) But I have five more years of school to get through. Who knows what will happen. I do love you though.
Me: I love you too. Where do you want to go to college? Like far away or somewhere not too far?
Dawson: Maybe Columbia with my bro, not sure. But somewhere on the East coast for sure. Close enough for you to visit me :) Me: Night Dawes <3 Saturday, October 2nd If only it were that easy.
10:30am Saturday morning I woke up feeling, well, hopeful. I don't know where things will end up with Dawson, but I feel like we'll be okay. We went to a movie last night and did laugh and laugh. He held the car door for me and wrapped his arm around me in the movie theater.
Kissed me in the car before he dropped me off, but we let it not get too out of hand.
I was sorta rude to Aiden last night. And he has really been trying. I felt like maybe I owed him an apology.
So I texted him. This is what was said.
Me: I'm sorry if I was rude to you last night. I was upset and ready to start crying. And even though he hurt me, I don't want to hurt Dawson.
Aiden: Saw you two leaving in his car last night. What happened?
Me: We talked. Figured some things out. Went to a movie so we could laugh.
Aiden: You're mine today, still, right?
Aiden: I hope.
Me: I suck at lawn bowling.
Aiden: It'll be fun. We've been practicing all week after football lol Me: So what time?
Aiden: Lunch first? I hear they are serving french onion soup, and those french ham and cheese things you were going on about.
Me: I signed us up for the cooking class.
Aiden: No.
Me: Tee hee :) Aiden: I'll pick you up at 12:30 :) Now, I'm lazily sprawled out on my stomach across Dallas' bed. He's sitting on the floor in front of me, and I'm running my hands through his hair. Giving him a scalp massage. (Love their lazy weekend mornings together.) The way he's groaning, you'd think I was massaging something else.
Riley barrels through the door, laden with bags and a tray of coffee drinks. It smells wonderfully, especially since all the boys room's seem to smell an oddly compelling combination of Axe body wash and dirty socks.
"I'm next in the massage chair," he says as he sets down the tray.
"I better get massaged then too."
Riley raises his eyebrows at me, "Yeah, that's what we want to hear about, who's been massaging you?"
I throw a napkin at him, but it falls shamefully to the floor in front of him. He bounds across the bed on top of me and starts tickling me. Holding my arms down, tickling my sides. I'm laughing and screaming at the same time. "Stop, stop. I give up."
"If only it were that easy," he comments.
Dallas laughs.
"So, Dallas has a hot date tonight with Katie, everyone KNOWS who you're dating, beings it's tattooed across your chest."
"It's going away, but I'm thinking about asking her out. What do you think?"
Dallas says, "She's cute, seems to be pretty into you. You haven't made out with anyone else in like a week or more, might as well."
"So what about you, Kiki? You into my brother or Aiden these days?"
"Both," Dallas replies for me.
"How's that working out?"
"Uh, last night I bawled, Dawes got mad at me, but then we made up. I don't know. I really care about him, but Aiden like enthralls me. But Dawson turns me on big time. So it's hard to choose and for right now, I'm not going to. Dawson and I are sorta trying to start over dating, and Aiden and I are just seeing what might happen. Who knows? You two are supposed to be psychic or whatever, what's gonna happen?"
"It doesn't really matter, as long as we stay close. The three of us."
"Yeah," Dallas says, "we'll always have each other's backs. Right?"
"Right," I say happily.
Like I said, anything.
12:30 pm I've been rushing around trying to get ready. I'm in my closet pulling on an adorable pale pink skirt with black trim and embroidery, when there is knock on my dorm room door. Knowing it's one of the girls, I pull it open. But instead, standing there in my doorway is Aiden. Looking every bit the god in a deep green polo shirt and khaki pants. I do notice that the deep green shirt makes his eyes so green they practically glow, but I'm looking shocked at what he's holding in his hand. An adorable bouquet of the palest pink and white flowers, pale pink roses, pale mini pink hydrangeas, white sweetheart roses, lily of the valley, dusty pink peonies.
And I want to about die. No boy has ever giving me flowers! Like he bought me that little corsage, but not like a whole bouquet!
I stare at them, thinking how pretty they are. "Are those flowers for me!?"
He grins. "Yeah, they look like they kinda match your skirt. And your bra."
"Oh shit!" I throw my hand across my chest. "Uh, hang on," I yell and run in the closet, throw on my pink cashmere tank and cardigan sweater that goes with it. Walk back out, rolling my eyes at myself, embarrassed.
"I liked what you had on before, but it'd probably cause a riot on the boules field."
He grins, looks me up and down, like a very typical boy and says, "Do you always answer your door in your bra? Because I think I'm going to have to come up here more often."
"I thought you were one of the girls."
"Here," he hands me the bouquet. I put it on my desk. Smell them. Walk back over to him and straight up to his face, wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him.
And if I were him, I'd probably think I was a partial god too. It was that good of a kiss.
We walk hand in hand to the cafe.
"Why don't I go get lunch, while you get coffees?"
"Yeah, that sounds good."
"Oh, and that table over there, with the Reserved sign on it, that's ours."
He thinks of everything. Seriously.
I get us two Cafe au laits and a couple little fruit tarts for dessert and sit at our table. He comes out with our Croque Monsieurs that look really pretty authentic. We sit in the sun and pretend we are in Paris. I make him speak to me in French, give up and try speaking to him in French, see if he can decipher what I say. He does better with that task. It feels sorta surreal to actually be out on a real date with Aiden, like sitting out here in front of everyone. A few people flit by and say hey on the way to the playing fields and the art show. I even see Dawson walking with Jake and Ace, happily munching chocolate filled croissants.
Aiden won his men's lawn bowling competition, and I sucked the field up enough that we were out of our couples competition by the second round.
"How can someone so athletic suck so bad at lawn bowling?" he teases me.
"I'm better at croquet. We shoulda chose that."
He gently touches my waist with his hand, and I lean in toward him. "I don't care if you suck. I'd play anything with you."
"Maybe I wanna play a kissing game."
"Like I said, anything," and he kisses me. A lips touching powerful kiss. I keep thinking the more I am around him, the more I kiss him, the less power his lips will have on me, but it seems to be the opposite, like my kisses are making him stronger. The more my lips touch his, the more powerful the kisses become.
Maybe more meaningful.
He looks at the side of my head, puzzled, hooks my hair behind my ear. "You're wearing just one feather earring, huh?"
"Well I didn't know if you always have your back pack readily available or not, so you know, I thought just in case you needed something like that tonight."
He looks at his watch. "Hold that thought, Boots. It's time to go to work."
"No, you get to go to work. I have to go change real quick. I'll meet you there." (A lot of this is different, so get ready for it. You're almost to the end of the first draft, and you'll get to read the alternate ending. You're going to find out if when I planned the series, if I planned for her to end up with Aiden or Brooklyn. Compared to the way the story ends in the published version, this seems a little anticlimactic now, but it's still sweet. So, here you go...) The sun is starting to set.
7:30 pm I run back to my dorm, touch up my makeup, brush out my hair. It had straightened it this morning, but it's humid out, and my hair has turned all wavy. It doesn't look bad though, I add some styling balm, work it through the waves to soften them. Then i put on my dress for tonight.
It's a strapless black ruffled tulle dress. Around my neck, instead of a necklace, I wear a black satin ribbon choker. I look at the pink flowers Aiden gave me, grab one of the big pink roses and pin it to the choker. Add some pale pink sandals and head over to the football field.
Aiden is handing out picnic baskets when he sees me. Stops dead in his tracks. Holds my eyes. Leaves the baskets almost in a trance, never breaking our eye contact, walks over to me, grabs my hands in his. "Wow. You look so beautiful."
"The flower made the outfit," I smile.
"Come on, beautiful, we have to do some work."
So we work, handing out everyone's picnic baskets. The turnout for the movie is fantastic. Like everyone is here. People are wandering around, talking, blowing bubbles, holding hands, kissing some. Uh, well if you don't count Riley and Ariela, who is apparently trying to eat his face.
It's one of those things were you really do wanna yell, Get a room.
Dallas shows up with Katie. She looks adorable in a teeny floral print dress. Dallas is holding her hand, and they look ADORABLE together. Like seriously.
Peyton comes up and talks to me and Aiden. She's kinda giggly.
"Why do you seem so giggly?"
"Brad just asked me to homecoming!"
I hug her, "That's awesome."