Scaring tribes || ST 1

11

Archer's POV

Saturday, a few days later...

I picked up my phone and dialed Dean's number. After a few signals I heard his voice on the other side.

"Arch? Hi." He said.

"Hi, how would you feel about a date today? With me?" I asked and felt how my heartbeat sped up.

"Omg, yes! I would love to!" He said and I could almost see the smile on his face through the phone.

"Sweet, uhm meet me at the local diner at 1.00 pm." I said.

"Yeah, perfect. Bye." He said.

"See ya." I said and hung up.

I walked up the stairs and into my room. The clock was 11.42 am and I was going to start to get ready. I placed my phone on my desk and walked out of my room again and into the bathroom. I took my clothes of and walked into the shower. The hot water started rinsing down my body as I turned the hose on.

When I had finished my shower I wraped a towel around my waist, grabbed my clothes and walked back into my room. I walked over to my closet and pulled out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Then I pulled the clothes on before checking the clock again. It was now 12.19 AM. I walked back into the bathroom and fixed my hair. I grabbed my phone and walked downstairs. I went into the kitchen and drank a glass of water before I put my leatherjacket and shoes on and walked out side. I started walking towards the town square in a slow pace. When I reached the town square I sat down at a park bench, waiting for Dean.

After a while I saw Dean walking onto the town square and towards me. I stood up as he came closer. He stopped and smiled at me.

"Hi." He said and I could see the spark in his eyes.

"Hey." I said, walked up to him and wraped my arms around him.

"Oh." He whispered shockingly before wrapping his arms around me too. I pulled him in thigt before I let go of him. We started walking to the diner across the town square. We walked into the dinner and sat down at a table in a corner. After a while a waitress came, ready to take our order.

"Hi, what would you two sweeties like?" She asked with a soft voice, smiling towards me.

"Uhm, I want the blueberry pancakes and a strawberry milkshake." Dean said and gave her a smile.

"Yup, and what would you like?" She asked and turned towards me, batting her eyelashes.

"I would like some french toasts and a chocolate milkshake." I said.

"Mhm, perfect." She said, winked and walked away. I turned my gaze towards Dean only to find him with a disgusted look on his face.

"What?" I said confused.

"Arch, she was so flirting with you!" Dean said low, almost laughing.

"She was?!" I scream-whispered.

"Yep, and I don't like it." He said nonchalant and snorted.

"Well, then show her I'm not available." I said and looked him straight into his eyes. I leaned my leg a little forward under the table, letting our knees touch. A uncontrollable smile spread across Dean's face and his cheeks went pink. He looked away and the only thing I could think about was how handsome he was.

After a while the waitress came back to our table with our food and drinks. She put it down, leaning very close to me as she did. Her perfume were some blend of fruit and flowers and it didn't smell that good to be honest.

"Here you go." She said.

"Thank you." I said.

"And if you boys would like anything else, just call for me." She said looking at me with a big smile. Dean put his hand on my hand that I had placed on the table. I took his fingers in my hand and looked up at the waitress again.

"Hhm, yes ofcourse." Dean said looking towards her.

"Ooh." She said and the smile on her face faded before she walked away, looking like a sad puppy with its tail between their legs.

I locked back at Dean, who had the biggest grin across his face. He let go of my hand and started eating his pancakes.

When we had finished, I paid the bill before we left. We had just walked onto town square as I stopped and turned towards Dean.

"I'm gonna take you to my place, if you don't mind ofcourse." I said.

"Yeah, I would like that." He said and smiled.

We started walking towards my house in a slow pace. When we got out of town and onto the smaller roads, I reached out to hold Dean's hand, intertwining our fingers.