"Keep your eyes closed and no peeking!" Blindfolded, Peter guided me to our next adventure.
"Oh come on! Not even a little peek?"
"We're almost there hun, patience is key." I fake-laughed at his joke, only because I didn't hear him... Did he just call me hun?
"Okay, okay, okay." I said more eager than when my little goddaughter asks me for candy. THUMP! i rubbed my forehead trying to control the pain, but Peter quicky rushed close to me, holding my head in his arms. "Did you just ram me into a wall? i thought you were my guidance? " I said flirtatiously.
I heard him trying so hard not to laugh as little giggles came out of his sincerity, "I'm so sorry!" He held my head so tight. "Are you okay?"
"No! i think i might me blind!" I said jokingly, grabbing the cloth tied around my face.
"Okay Miss Smartypants, you can take off the blindfold now." I heard the excitement in his voice as he pulled me to a stop.
I revealed the surprise as i removed the bandanna from my eyes. "Peter, you set all this up? you are the sweetest! this is incredible. " Walking down a hill covered in grass and flowers, we sat down on a huge blanket that hand an old-timey picnic basket. He pulled out orange juice, fruit salad, pancakes, sausage/egg sandwiches... any breakfast you could think of! The park was dead silent, "You shouldn't have done all of this! I'm surprised the park is so empty."
"It's for you." I looked at him confusingly.
"For me?"
"Do you recognize the park?" I shook my head no, as i observed my surroundings. "This is the 'Movie in a Park'." Loud music started playing as a glow gleamed across. "I reserved it for you." he explained pointing in front of him, I looked to find a huge screen that read 'Breakfast at Tiffany's.' I looked back at him in a gasp of air, as my eyes teared up. "Good Morning Mariska." he smiled at me. I kissed his lips, placed my head on his shoulder and cuddled into his strong arms.
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After the movie ended, we took a long walk on the hiking trail. i had never felt so comfortable with anyone in my entire life. "I have another surprise for you, coming in at twelve o'clock." Peter said, pointing straight forward.
"Paint ball!?" I didn't know if i was asking or stating... Peter just doesn't seem like someone who's into paintball. I guess that's why they say; 'Never judge a book by it's cover.'
"Yeah. You ever play?"
"No, actually my friend's into it but i've never."
"Perfect." He smiled as he grabbed my hand and ran down the hill. "Hey Jasper!" he greeted the young man who gave us our, um... uniform? It was all white so you would be able to see the pretty paint colors splattered on you and we had to where goggles.
"I might be an amateur but I'll still beat you." I flirtingly smack-talked.
"Well, we'll just see about that!" I ran away and hid behind a big rock that was apart of the obstacle course.
"You'll never catch me alive!" I shouted as i dodged from one hiding place to another. I threw a purple paint-balloon at Peter that hit him in the shoulder. "Oh my god! I actually got you!"
In the first 15 minutes, we became covered. It looked like we actually went through the rainbow to get to the pot of gold. I chucked a balloon that accidentally smacked Peter in the face, "Huh! I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" I rushed over to hug him.
"I think it got in my eyes." I reached to his face to check them, when i felt a hard squash on the top of my head. I had never seen him run so fast in his life.
"Peter, you're so dead!" I said laughing, with pink slime dripping down my face. I finally caught up to him and smashed a balloon on his head, and we came crashing down. We were both laughing uncontrollably, as we lay in a stack of hay apart of the game set. I stopped giggling when i realized how stunning his eyes are.
"You look so beautiful with no makeup on, your hair all messy and paint all over your face." He was so serious, but i just covered my face in embarrassment. He brushed my hair out of my face and the paint off of my mouth. He slowly leaned in til i couldn't wait any longer.
We both lay on the groud, him slightly more on top of me. One of his hands was on my cheek, reaching to my neck, and the other on... well... a different kind of cheek. I pulled away and giggled a little at how lovestruck i was. I placed my forehead on his, "Wow you really know how to put on a date."
"Well darling," he glowed with happiness, "I still have a few more surprises up my selve."
