Put Me in a Movie

Twelve

You had to tell Jessica that you were going to have dinner with her ex-husband. You were basically breaking the girl code by agreeing to have dinner with him. This was the first time you were going on a date with a friend's ex. Could it even be classified as a date? All you two were going to do was just eat dinner while Gabriella played with Fern. If anything, it was a playdate for Fern and Gabriella.

Who were you kidding? You liked him. You really really like him. You were essentially a nervous wreck every time he was around you. When he ditched you at the wrap party a month ago, it crushed you. You were ecstatic that you had another chance to show him that he really meant something to you.

You grabbed your phone from the counter and dialed Jessica's phone number. You began to pace around the room as you waited for her to pick up.

"Hello?"

"Jessica, hi, it's me. We need to talk," you let out a deep breath and began to explain the situation. You told her everything from how you felt about Miguel to the kiss you shared in the hallway of your home. Jessica was silent the entire time while she let you explain what was happening.

"Well, I'm glad that you talked to me about this. To be frank, I could give two shits that you kissed Miguel. I divorced him because I didn't want to be with him anymore. You two can have each other. Now, if you'll excuse me, I was getting a massage from this really hot British guy." Jessica hung up and you let out a sigh of relief.

Now, it was time for you to pick out an outfit. You needed something that was classy yet it showed that you didn't care too much. You stared at the options that you had in your closet. You could wear the cute denim dress that you got a few months back or you could wear a red romper. You went with the denim dress. It was more practical than the romper anyways.

Now, for hair and makeup, you went with something more natural. It was a simple dinner after all.

You checked the time. It was five twenty-three and you were supposed to be at Miguel's by six thirty. You needed to leave soon if you wanted to make it on time. Miguel hated tardiness. You packed Fern into the car and began driving. Fern's head was out of the window as the California breeze ruffled her fur.

You made it to Miguel's house by six twenty-six. You held Fern close to you as you made your way to the front door of his massive house. You rang the doorbell as opposed to knocking on the door. There was absolutely no way that anyone could have heard you knocking when he had a house that large.

Gabriella opened the door in a matter of seconds and squealed when she saw Fern in your arms. She thanked you profusely as she took your sweet dog from your arms. She also complimented your dress and said that you had great taste. The entire time you interacted with Gabriella, she was inside the house and you were still outside.

"Gabriella, let her in," Miguel said as he stood with his arms crossed in the doorway that separated the foyer from the rest of the house.

Gabriella stepped aside for you to come in. You tried not to gawk at Miguel's beautiful home, but you just couldn't help yourself. His home looked like it was built in the nineteen twenties. The architecture was very art deco. Basically, his home could have been Jay Gatsby's home from The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald.

"Come, we're having spaghetti for dinner," Miguel beckoned you to follow him.

You followed him into the grand dining room that was set for two people. It looked very romantic. The lights were dimmed, there were candles lit on the table and roses in a pretty vase. Your brows furrowed. There were three of you eating dinner tonight, "Where's Gabriella going to sit?"

"She's going to go eat in her room. She has her tea party table set up in there for herself and Fern."

You smiled at the thought of your little doggy up there with Miguel's daughter. Gabriella ran up the stairs and into her room while Fern chased after her.

You and Miguel sat down at the same time. Then, worry washed over his face, "I should have pulled out your chair for you. I'm sorry. I haven't done this for a while."

You laughed, "Thank you, Miguel, but I'm perfectly capable of pulling out my own chair."

"Can I get you anything to drink? Water, soda, beer, wine?" He listed all of the beverage options he had.

"Wine is perfect." Miguel nodded his head and left the dining room for a second. Then, he returned with a bottle of red wine and two glasses. He poured your glass first and then his own. When he sat back down, you noticed that he was wearing the same shirt he wore the day you met. Nostalgia washed over you as you remembered that he had to carry your drunken body all the way up to your bedroom.

"So, what have you been up to?" Miguel asked. The question was simple enough that you could answer without much thought.

"Nothing much. Just making sure Fern isn't eaten by coyotes and catching up on some shows that people have been raving about."

Miguel sighed and rubbed his face with his hand, "To be honest, I've really missed you. I couldn't go a single day without thinking about you. I don't know what kind of spell you put me under, but it's worked."

You didn't know what to say to that. He was the one who left you alone in your hallway after he kissed you. He was the one who was acting hot and cold. He was the one who made you go crazy ever since day one. He wanted you though and you wanted him.

"Isn't this maybe too soon? I mean you said it yourself."

"Fuck that," he shook his head, "I was scared. I thought that maybe you didn't want me. I was coming up with excuses and that's the one that came out."

"Miguel, I - I don't know what to say. I mean, I really like you, but I feel like you could do so much better."

"Are you kidding me? I've been obsessed with you for years now and I finally have the opportunity to be with you. I'm not letting this go. If you want to be with me, I'll gladly have you." Miguel reached across the table and put his hand over yours. "I've dreamed about this moment since the first time I saw you."

"What are we going to do?"

"We'll start slow. I don't want to rush you into anything that you're not ready for."

"So, does this mean we're dating?" You immediately regretted that question once it came out of your mouth.

"If that's what you want, then yes, we're dating." Miguel couldn't believe he just said that. He couldn't believe that after years of dreaming that you we're finally his. This day couldn't have ended any better.