It's Sunday today, and Alex said he would pick me up at 9, only 1 hour to get ready. I chose a cute shirt that has feathers and cross arrows on it and says 'Good Vibes. Positive Minds.' with a denim sleeveless jacket on top of the shirt. A dark blue skirt with white anchors on it, some dark blue shoes (yes, I wear shoes with skirts.), and earrings with a silver feather and on my right ear it has a cuff attached to it. I decided to leave my curly hair up, and just put mascara and lip gloss on.
I have only a couple places to go, and it's mostly just to stock up on food and all that for the week. Other than that I've got nothing else to do, besides play a game on my laptop while eating either ice cream or flan, I still haven't made up my mind. Or I can also play GTA on my play station 3.
I'm still deep in thought when someone knocks on my door, I check my watch going to the door and see that I still have five minutes. Hmm who could be here right now?
I look through my peephole, and I'm not surprised to see him standing there. Early and dressed casually with jeans and a t-shirt, that are most likely very expensive. I wonder if I should wait a couple seconds before I open the door, just to see what he'll do.
"Open the door Raven, I can practically hear you breathing and feel you watching me through the peephole." At that he looks right at the peephole and smiles, I blush and open the door.
"Hi.." I mutter awkwardly keeping my eyes cast downwards. When he doesn't respond I look up at him, to see that he is gazing at me and what I'm wearing.
"You look beautiful." He says, looking at me with truthful ice-blue eyes.
I'm not the type of person to receive compliments easily, so I just change the subject, "So, shall we go?"
There's a flash of something in his eyes, but as quickly as it appeared it disappeared. "Sure, come on."
I grabbed my purse and we were on our way.
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Alex said that he had to make a stop somewhere before we went anywhere and I was alright with it, until we got to the car dealership.
"How many cars do you have?" I ask Alex out of curiosity.
"I don't know, I never really kept count. Why?" He looks at me briefly, then focuses back on the road.
"Well we're at a dealership, so I was just asking." I feel awkward about asking now though.
He laughs, shakes his head trying to compose himself, but not being able to hide his grin. I look at him curiously waiting for him to explain.
"I'm not buying a car for myself."
"I feel like there's a but there." I state while raising my eyebrow.
"But.. I was wondering if you'd like one."
I know he didn't mean it as if I were charity work, but either way... I still exploded, "I'm not some damn charity work, that you feel the need to help, what the fuck is wrong with you? Just because your a damned billionaire with a lot of money doesn't mean you can treat my like a piece of shit that needs some damn help 'cause i really don't!"
He calmly parks the car, turns it off and turns in his seat to stare at me. More like study me. After a few uncomfortable minutes he finally speaks.
"I'm not doing this out of charity, Raven. I'm doing this because you deserve it, because I believe you want a car. Now we can sit here all day, or you can look for a car you like and go have breakfast and do whatever else you need to do." His eyes flashed with anger and probably.. hurt when he said the first sentence, but then he masked it with calmness.
I mutter to myself as I get out of his car and slam the door still mad at him.
As we're walking, I see my dream car and unconsciously walked towards it. I run my hand over the dark blue hood with 2 black stripes, and walk towards the drivers door to peek inside. Black leather seats, just what I wanted. Just one more thing to make sure it has, I open the door and flick the indicator on then I walk to the backside of the car and squeal in excitement, my anger long forgotten.
Suddenly a voice speaks through my momentary excitement. "You like this car?" A disgusted sounding voice says.
"Yes, I love this car and I want to get it." I stated, turning around to face Alex and his look of disgust on his face.
"But Raven-" I cut him off, because I have an idea of what he was going to say.
"Look Alex, you said you wanted to get me a car. So, it'll be either this Mustang GT 500 or nothing, and I'm fine with both. Also stop judging my taste, I can't provide enough money for an expensive sports car anyway."
"Well I can provide the money for you, just choose another car like a Lamborghini or something, please-" I cut Alex off again.
"This car or nothing, Alex." I say it firmly, so he'll get the idea I'm actually serious.
He finally gives in, and we go through all the paperwork. Finally I have the keys to my car, and I couldn't be happier than I was right that second.
"Thank you, Alex. I'm definitely driving my car for the rest of the day. Thanks again, see you later." I almost succeeded in walking away when he grabbed my hand.
"We still have the rest of the day to do what you want. We'll take the Mustang, my driver will pick up my car later." I agreed with him as long as I got to drive and got to be in my new car.
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It was funny seeing Alex in my car for the rest of the day. Also seeing him in regular stores, instead of the expensive ones he most likely goes to. I finally got home, and made use of my parking spot too.
I throw my keys and purse onto my bedside table, and took a shower, changed, brushed my teeth, and finally got in bed.
I was dozing off when my phone vibrated with a text. Thinking it was Luis I checked my phone. Definitely not Luis.
I hope you had a great time today, it was fun. Except the parts you were being stubborn over nothing. ;) Sweet dreams, good night Raven.
Once again I fell asleep with a smile on my face, and sparkling ice-blue eyes in the forefront of my dreams.
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