This story has officially become my procrastination tool. I'm not even mad.
As JJ has his eyes on the road, I realize that I know very little about this guy who's taking me out on a date. So, I decided to ask some questions.
"So what do you do besides tattooing people?" I ask curiously.
JJ looks me up and down, as though assessing what he should tell me.
"If you want to ask me questions, I gotta be able to ask you some too."
"Fine. A question for a question." I say rolling my eyes.
"Okay well, I'm in college and I help out with my family business."
"What's your family business, then?" I ask.
"Woah, woah, woah, it's my turn now princess." He pauses trying to think what to say.
"What happened back there with your dad?" He asked.
His eyes come off the road to look at me. I'm stunned, I didn't think he would bring that up again. In the corner of my eye I can see him looking at me, I refuse to look at him without bursting into tears. We sat in silence for a minute.
"Nothing, it was just a fight. Do you not fight with your parents?" I say annoyed.
"It didn't seem like nothing to me, you were all freaked out." He said, turning his head back to the road.
"Shh, it's my turn now." I say trying to change the subject.
"Lana, don't ignore my question." He says.
"I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT." I snapped at him.
Why did I say that? I didn't mean to scream at him. My eyes start watering, trying to keep down the tears. I open my window to breathe. He puts his hand on my thigh to comfort me. Rubbing his thumb on leg, he takes a deep breath. After I just screamed at him how he can still somehow forgive me.
"I'm so sor-" JJ stopped me.
"No, I'm sorry for pushing. Earlier you told me you didn't want to talk about it and I still pushed."
He reaches to the cupholder and hands me some tissues. We pulled into a parking lot. I assumed we were here, so I quickly tried to stop my running mascara. JJ got out of the car and lit a cigarette. He then crossed the back of the car to open my door for me. I can get used to this princess treatment.
"You really shouldn't smoke, it's bad for you" I say looking at him with my watery eyes.
He chuckles at me and puts it out in his palm.
"Are you ready for the rest of our first date, princess?" Referencing my two date kiss rule.
"Yes, Busboy." I said as we exchanged a grin.
We walk towards the restaurant, JJ places his hand in the middle of my back. It's a small comfort, but it's one I needed.
"JJ...I feel underdressed for this fancy place" I say awkwardly.
"Sweetheart, you look beautiful, don't worry." He says in a low voice.
But my worries are far from gone as I look around the restaurant and see all these people dressed in suits and cocktail dresses. JJ is also looking around the restaurant, looking for a waiter to sit us down when he sees someone else.
I catch him staring at a tall tattooed man almost identical to himself and a woman standing beside him.
"Fuck...oh for the love of God." JJ curses
"What's wrong?" I ask.
"Uh nothing... Come with me." I giggle as he grips my hand pulling me with him, linking our hands and making me run so I don't trip over my feet.
He brings me to the washroom hallway. He gets handed a dress by one of the wait staff. I stare at the expensive silk material in his hands.
"Here, love. A dress to match your beauty. " He hands me a beautiful dark blue cocktail dress. I gasp in confusion.
"Is it for me?" I ask him.
He just laughs and pushes me into the women's washroom. I think to myself, staring at the dress. What if it doesn't fit? What if I ruin it? I look at myself in the mirror. I look so bland, no way do I deserve this. I don't understand why I seem so special to him. I begin to pull off my sweater, still watching myself in the mirror. I pick and poke at my body, wishing I could be more than I am. I unbutton my jeans and start to slip into the dress. I put the straps over my shoulders and try to reach for the zipper. I can't reach it, I keep trying and trying but it's stuck.
JJ pokes his head in the door realizing that I'm stuck. He walks in to help me.
"Do you need help, princess?" He asks, chuckling.
"Yes please, I've been stuck for like 3 minutes." I turn towards him staring down at my dress.
He walks over to me, turning me around to zip it up. He placed his hand on my waist and the other on the zipper. Once it's zipped up he leans his head down to my ear.
"You look beautiful, love." He whispers in my ear sending shivers down my body. He knows what he does to me, he knows that every touch on my body makes me feel weak to my knees. JJ grabs my hand and twirls me around, scanning me with his eyes. I stumble while spinning crashing into his chest. I look up at him, deciding whether I should pull away from his hold. He slightly grins at me feeling the same tension I do. I can feel his abs pressed against me through his black button up shirt.
"We should go in the restaurant now." I say breaking the tension between us.
He lets go of me and starts walking out of the washroom. I pick up my clothes and throw them in my bookbag.
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Finally, we could actually sit down and eat. I've been starving all day because I didn't have time for breakfast. The waiter comes over to our table. He looks over to JJ and flashes his eyebrows. Did they know each other or something? Finally after their little interaction he looks over at me.
"Hello, my name is Lincoln. I'll be your server today, can I start you guys off with some drinks?" The waiter says.
I look at JJ silently insisting on him to go first. He grins at me with his white teeth, stubbornly silently making me go first.
"Um, I'll have bellini please." I say nervously.
"Of course, and for you sir?" Lincoln asks.
JJ scratches his chin staring at the menu deciding on what to order.
"I'll take a sidecar." He says putting the menu down.
"Please." I say correcting his manners.
The waiter chuckles. "I'll be right back with the drinks."
"Lana..." JJ glares at me.
"I'm sorry that was uncalled for but, you have to admit it was a little funny." I giggle covering my mouth with my hand.
He tries to stand on his point but I could still see a smile peeking through. I went to pick up the menu on the table when the tall tattooed man from earlier slammed his hands on the table, shaking it slightly.
"Hey bro." The man says looking at JJ.
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The Ideal Love
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