"Do you want to eat at that Mexican restaurant?" Bryan asks me, it was our first dinner date.
"Eh, I really can't stand Mexican food," I answer his question.
"Good, cuz I can't either," he says smiling, "How about that cute little Italian restaurant, Italiono's" he says the next part in a horrible Italian accent, "We could have spaghetti and meatballsa."
I can't help laughing, " Sure, but only because you made it sound so appetizing."
Today was day eight, time for the first kiss. Wow, I'm actually excited about it. I mentally smack myself in the head. This is a set up relationship not real! Stop thinking like that because there is NO way he's falling for you. Ouch, my conscience is harsh.
We walk over to Italiono's hand and hand, smiling. Wow, I think I might actually be falling for him, might. Well, it doesn't matter because there is NO way he could be falling for me, all this romance is for the fans only. I have to repeat "Fans Only" in my head the whole walk to Italiono's while my mean conscience whisphers some really hurtful words in my head.
"Table for two?" the lady at the front desk asks when we get there.
"Yep, can you make it private though?" Josh responds. Private?
"Er, the only "private" table we have available right now is one next to the bathroom, sorry," she apologizes.
"That's OK then, a public table will do," replys Josh.
"Right this way," she answers before gesturing towards an empty table and passing out our menues.
When she's gone I ask Josh, "Why did you want a private table?"
"Well, there's something I need to tell you, but I'm not sure I want to say it in public," he answers.
"Oh," is all I can come with. Millions of questions run through my head --what was so important that he couldn't tell me in public? Did he want to tell me that he's falling for me?-- Were just two of them.
Soon, our waitress comes and takes our orders. Josh gets a hamburger, and I get a chicken sandwich. We eat, talking here and there, and later, Josh drives me home.
"Thanks again, for driving me," I say.
"Anytime," he answers.
"Er, what was it you wanted a private table for?" I ask.
"Can it wait till tomorrow," he says leaning closer by the second.
He's inches away from my face, and I can smell his cinnamon breath, breathing on my nose. "Are you ready for this?" He asks.
"Definitely not," I say, my heart beating a million times a second.
He laughs and presses his lips to mine, it was sweet, nothing hard core. I enjoy it while it lasts, but soon he pulls away.
"Time for bed, see you tomorrow," he replys.
"S-sure s-see ya," is all I can get out, still awed by his kiss. I was sooo not ready for it. He laughs and leaves me to sleep.
-Hot dogs may be made of a pig's nose, you know.
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Life with Server Boy
Teen FictionMy producer set me up with Josh Rias, a famous actor, for the fans and paparatizz, but I think that I might actually be falling for him. Is he really what I thought he was? Is he the villain or the hero?
