The Trials of Loving Her

The First Move Chapter 9

She never did call as she said she would. I spent the days working in my shop, giving paint jobs on a few bikes that had been sitting by since Christmas. I even began working on rebuilding a motorcycle engine with many nights creeping up on me unexpectedly. Sometimes, I’ll have the speakers on so loud, blasting one of The Script’s songs, losing myself into my own thoughts as I sang along at the top of my lungs.

  It was on a Thursday afternoon, around six, when I heard the music died down. When I turned around to face the left corner of the room, I saw her standing there with a white plastic bag in one hand and a brown paper bag in the other. Through the white bag I could see two six packs of cold, icy Budweiser.

   “I guess you can’t go wrong with a couple of beers, a few snacks, some popcorn and a movie,” she said, giving me a smile still dressed in her blue scrubs. All I could think about was how good she looked. Even when she’s stressed, it seemed as though it was her best day yet.

   “I texted you but you never responded,” I replied, approaching her as I began wiping off the grease from my hands.

   “I meant to call you but…”

   “You’ve been busy with work,” I finished. “It’s okay. Adaline gave me multiple hints.”

   “So you guys have been hanging out?” Sera asked as she bit her lips, it was something she did whenever she seemed a bit nervous.

   “We’re just talking,” I assured her. “Nothing else.”

   “If you’re busy, I can go. I already feel lousy for not calling you before.” I just stared at her, saying nothing. “Okay then,” she said, walking back out.

   “I’m just about done anyway,” I said, staring at her as she turned back smiling.

   “I didn’t know you listened to The Script,” she said curiously. “Are they your favourite band?”

   “Favourite is a strong word,” I told her as I closed the garage door behind her. “There are many great bands that I like. One Republic, Imagine Dragons as well as Coldplay. They’re all uniquely different but good in their own way.”

   “Are you calling out your list of favourites, or mine?” she asked before following me to the door at the side leading toward the kitchen. “I hope Ms Harrison doesn’t mind me hanging out all dirty and smelling as I am.”

   I leant in smelling her neck as she looked at me strangely. “You smell perfect to me,” I told her. As I said the words a broad smile came upon her face. “My mom isn’t home,” I said, continuing my way toward the living room. “Jessie has a day off tomorrow so Mom is spending the night by her house. It’s kind of a girl’s night out minus the alcohol.”

   “Gotcha,” she said as we went into the living room. She began taking off her shirt before taking a seat upon the ground next to the couch. I looked at her and saw that she was wearing a thin white vest with her pink medium size bra showing underneath. “What?” she asked noticing me staring.

   “Nothing,” I said, taking a seat next to her. “Nice bra, it looks comfortable.”

   “It is, actually. Its poly cotton, soft padded,” she said. “No matter how comfortable some are I hate wearing it. When I’m home I don’t even bother.”

   “Why don’t you make yourself at home?” I said, smiling. As she paused, she stared at me with a smile.

   “Smooth,” she said laughing and shaking her head as she opened one of the beers. She handed me one as she opened up another for herself.