Cupid's Bow Breaks

Chapter 7.....Our first date

I’m baaack. Did you really think that minions could put me behind bars and keep me there? Were you scheming with them too? If you were, I will find you. And that’s not an empty promise coz I. AM. A. GOD!! Understand?

            My lawyers and my incredible charm got me out, they’re that good, the both of them. Apparently, it wasn’t a valid charter because of the spelling mistakes. So in your face, minions!

            Who am I kidding? The stupid creatures left the window of the interrogation room open. I just slipped out. Great. Now I’m also a wanted fugitive. This seriously sucks.

            Anyway, it was Valentine’s day and I wanted to take Diana out on a date. Our first real date. I was really nervous. Usually I go on a few dates with the girl before meeting her parents. This time it was the other way around. I’m in really bad form.

            I was wearing my best suit. I didn’t think that an ancient Roman toga/skinny jeans would be appropriate. This date makes me giggle every time I think about it. I also blush. There is something seriously wrong here. Maybe I should go see a doctor.

            I called for her at her house. “Hello Mrs. Savage,” I said. (I ran a Google search. Diana has done some impressive things.) “I’m here for Diana.” She giggled and then screamed, “DIANA! COME HERE AT ONCE!”

            She came down in a pair of shorts and a tank top. Not exactly the right outfit for what I had in mind, but I hadn’t given her prior notice. Still she looked really pretty.

            “Are you ready? I asked.

            “What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be in jail!” she said, looking stunned. “And I’ve got…….. plans.”

            I’m not stupid. I heard that pause. “Really? What plans?”

            “Uh….Uh….Hmmm.” Gottcha. I clicked my fingers and suddenly we were floating a few feet above the tip of the EiffelTower. It was evening and the lights of Paris, France had just come on. It really beats sunsets. How did I survive before electricity?

             There was a table with two candles and a vase of red roses. It was set for two. (Yeah, I maintain a few locations like this for emergencies). I chivalrously drew the chair back for her. She stood there, arms crossed and unimpressed. “Paris? Really? You need to get a life,” she said. “So how many girls have you brought up here?”

            Who did she think she was? I’d never reveal that kind of information to a girl I was trying to charm. The real reason is that I've lost count. We sat down to eat. There were only two burgers. I didn’t want to go overboard. Big mistake.

            “Burgers? I’m vegan. And after all this trouble, the least you could do was get some good food.”

            I (mentally) winced. I’m never going to understand this girl. So one disappointing date later (a new record, my only date that lasted five minutes), I return her home a little past her curfew (it takes hours due to the increased traffic. Stupid airplanes). Her dad opened the door and swung his fist into my face.

A/N: Am looking for new ideas (my co writer just quit). HELP!!!