The Choice

Chapter Five

Felicité's P.O.V

I see him finally. Staring at me, all alone. A bouquet of flowers in his hands. I confront him slowly and see his jaw almost sink to the floor as he makes eye contact with me. "Oh my god" were the only words that came out of his mouth for almost 5 minutes straight. I felt my face heat up as he continued to stare and I noticed he was blushing. "You're blushing" I laughed and gave him a friendly light push. He smiled, again not being able to speak. "What's the matter Reed? Cat got your tongue?" I nag playfully and he just stares speechless at me. "Felicité...." He blushes more, his face almost as red as a tomato. "These are uh you know, they're for you." I take them from him slowly: with my hand brushing against his and I can't help but smile and keep it there, gripping it softly. I blush more hiding my face by looking down towards our feet. "I didn't know what kind of flowers you liked so I just guessed." He seemed so shy around me, which made me wonder if that meant he wasn't comfortable, or if that meant he secretly liked me.

He took my hand and walked me to his car. A red 1950 Chevrolet truck sat with the sun beaming against it. It's rustic look caught my eye first. The antique truck looked so perfect. I loved old vintage things and this was something I wish I could have. I smiled as he opened the door for me helping me in, closing it as soon as I had gotten inside. When the truck started, it didn't sound as appealing as it looked. The radio clicked on shortly after and Johnny cash began singing 'walk the line' and I instantly knew I was falling for this classic southern boy. "I know it isn't much but this truck used to be my dad's and when he got sick, well he wanted me to tune it up so it could be safe to drive." The sadness in his eyes made me feel the pain he had been feeling. "I'm sure he is very proud of you Alan" I respond quietly, hoping I am at least helping a little. "I know" he said smiling slightly as he put it into gear.

"Where are we going?" He smiles and says "you'll see" turning the radio up louder. When Tim McGraw comes on I start singing along. I had never really been a great singer, not like Carrie Underwood: but I could sing quite well when I tried. I rolled down the window and put my feet up on the dash board smiling. "Is there anything you can't do? You're smart, you can sing, you're absolutely stunning and you can make the quarter back of the football team fall for you." He blushed after those words escaped his mouth. "Sorry," he said "I didn't mean to put it that way I did" he tried to focus more on driving, but nothing worked. He always ended up looking over towards me. He stopped the truck by an open field and shut it off. "This isn't that romantic, but we're away from everyone else." He took my hand and we got out of the truck and walked towards the tailgate where he lifted me in and climbed in himself afterward. We sat for the remainder of the time holding hands and laughing. We were getting to know each other and that's exactly what I had wanted to do. Alan Reed was not one of the assholes that walked the grounds of my school. Because of his kind, caring gestures, I knew that I was slowly beginning to fall for him.