One Game

7. A Start

~Jo p.o.v~
The truck was quiet. But not the awkward quiet. More like the good quiet. I guess we were both emerged in our thoughts.
"Okay, I'm just going to say this." I blurted. "This is already going like some fanfic that I sometimes read and I don't like it."

I look over and he looks taken back. Maybe he doesn't know what I'm talking about.

"You read fanfics?" He asks

"That's besides the point. We've just met and we've both said that we like each other and that one of your insanely hot friends confessed that he likes me! Like people!!! WE JUST MET!!"
I guess I was to deep in my rant that I hadn't realized that I pulled over.
"I mean like come on dude! Didn't anyone teach you to hide your feelings and get to know someone first? At least go on a couple dates with them before anything. And then you go on this speech that seems like you've been in love with me for years and you haven't! I don't like you. Yes, your smile is great. And yes, your body and face is attractive. But that doesn't mean that I like you. To like you I have to get to know you. I have to know what you're like. Right now all I know is that you have friends and that you're attractive. Oh yeah and that you suck at pool."
My breath is scattering at this point.

"Wow..." Is all that he could say.

"Please say fucking something else than that." I say.

"Yes, we just met. Yes, I said I like you. Yes, Jack said he liked you. Yes, I got jealous. And hell fucking yes I wanted to beat his ass! But I didn't. I have no clue why but, I didn't. Okay so what if this is like a book? What's the worst thing that can happen? We live happily ever after? Is that really such a bad thing?" He finally takes his breath.

Did this boy really just say that? I guess he did.

"Well mister fairytale, I don't want to live happily ever after. I want things to happen in my life. Exciting things. I don't want to have everything handed to me. To me this just feels rushed. I can't believe that I just said that. Why? Because we aren't even dating! We haven't even got to the date yet!
Okay... yes we just met but I don't want this to be cliché. Whatever this will turn into. If it even turns into anything. It might just fall apart after you leave today. And who knows, maybe we'll meet again in like a decade or so and pick up where we left off? Where ever that will be." I decide that I'm done freaking him out and stop talking.

"I don't want to meet again in 10 years. And when people say that you know if you find 'the one' you just know. I just know now. I can sense it in my soul. Whatever that we are seventeen years of age. We have plenty more time. God forbid anything happens. I want to make mistakes with you. I want to have adventures with you. I wanna have fights with you that last days and have you give me a silent treatment. I want to make a big deal out of the makeup part of the fight. I don't care what people think! I want to say I don't care if you don't want to talk to me after this. But I can't. If you don't talk to me again, just know that I will be thinking that you're the one that got away. I will forever compare the girls I am with to you. I will always think about what we could've done if you had decided to keep talking to me after this big fight." He pauses for a moment.
"Wow. Fight. We haven't stepped foot into the restaurant yet and we've managed to have a fight. And you know what, I love it. I'm not going to say I love you because I don't. That parts true. I don't love you. But there's no doubt in my mind that I will come to love you."

And with that he stopped. Cameron turned his head towards the windshield and starred straight.

I started the truck and pulled on to the road. Outback here we come.