his question stung me like a wasp, it kept striking parts of my heart i didn't know i had and pulled at the heart strings i forgot existed.
he's asking ME out ?
i had to pinch myself. when i did i didn't wake up in my messy bedroom, i was here and so was vinnie.
this was real life. it feels like unicorns existed and dragons, wizards and warlocks, it just felt like make-believe. nerves sent electricity through my arms, legs, lungs and heart when i squeaked a "yes" to him.
his eyes lit up, like something within him was set ablaze. i saw how much he wanted to smile at my answer, but it's like he dimmed it down to just a smaller, joyful smile. his pearly whites visible. it was still beautiful to look at either way and i'm happy to admit that to myself and only myself.
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"hey bunny, who's this ?" my dad's voice interrupted and my head snapped immediately towards him, a rag between his hands in attempt to clear the car grease stuck to his skin.
"um dad, this is vi-"
"vinnie hacker, sir." vinnie extended his hand towards my dad. his eyebrow was cocked up, i knew exactly what he was thinking with the way he looked vinnie up and down:
'what was a pretty boy doing in my shop?'
"anastasia looked at my car yesterday. and i'm checking up on how it's working out." vinnie explained. my dad had his guard up, he was so overprotective of me it was almost to the point he was going to put a chastity belt on me once. although i still haven't done anything sexual with anyone, i have the rest of my life ahead of me, all i can think about is cars, not about how i want to lose my virginity to a hot guy in the heat of the moment.
to me, it's something more special and significant between to people. maybe that's just the virgin in me talking but, if i ever lose it, i want it to be with someone i love and for it to be special. like a fairytale - okay yeah, that is the virgin talking, that stuff is meant for fantasies and movies.
"right. okay mate, nice to meet you." my dad's hand extended finally. he shook vinnie's hand, his australian accent still stronger then ever. everyone looks at us like we're aliens from another planet due to how we speak.
americans adore us for some reason at the same time though, always asking if we ride kangaroos to school or have pet koalas and wrestle crocodiles for fun. none of that was true. it was funny, but not true.
"i want to take anastasia out for lunch. i'll take good care of her i promise." vinnie spoke with such confidence it made me surprised. the way he stood, shoulders relaxed and pushed back, most people shit themselves because of my dad. he's so tall himself and muscular, he always has this 'winter soldier' stare about him. marvel should of hired him to play bucky barnes.
