Still Dunno

Chapter 30 - First Of Many

Janis' POV

Wesley and I sat at the pizza place for over two hours.

We talked about everything from music to our childhoods.

Talking about my childhood made me sad because I thought of my Mom.

What would she have thought of Wesley?

Would she approve?

Would she tell me to run in the other direction because he was a musician?

Technically, Wesley was a musician, but since he wasn't playing anywhere, did it count?

Would Mom have a problem with the age difference?

I bet Riker would calm down about Wesley if Mom was here.

I got the feeling that Riker disapproved.

Which made me laugh because Wesley and Riker were a lot alike.

"Do you wanna get out of here? I know this other place that has a band playing. We could go check them out?" Wesley said.

"Sure," I smiled. "Let's go."

Wesley paid the bill, and we left.

He held my hand to the car, and this time he opened my door for me before we got in.

I never thought a little gesture, like opening a car door, would mean so much, but my heart beat faster, and the butterflies danced in my stomach.

I'm falling for this guy.

That thought scared and excited me simultaneously, and as much as I wanted to sit and analyze it, I tried to push it out of my head until later.

We arrived at the bar and went inside.

It was crowded, and the band was playing.

"Do you want a drink?" He asked.

"I'll have what you're having," I said.

Wesley went over to the bar.

I looked around for a table and found one in the back.

It was far from the band and hard to see them, but it was a place to sit down.

I made my way over and sat down.

I looked around, watching the people.

The dance floor was crowded.

Would Wesley ask me to dance?

I hoped it was a song I liked, so I could play it repeatedly, and it would be our song.

Some guys were playing pool.

They had a little round table filled with empties, laughing loudly and a little obnoxiously.

One of the guys caught me staring, raised his beer to me, and smiled.

I looked away quickly, hoping he wasn't acknowledging me.

Wesley came to the table and set a beer bottle before me.

"I wasn't sure if you drank beer," he admitted.

"I do," I said, grabbing and sipping the beer.

"This was the only table. I know you can't see the band that well, but you can hear the music."

"This is great."

Wesley sat down opposite me and took a sip of his beer.

We couldn't really talk because it was loud.