Cynthia Romani

Chapter 18

I'm crushing hard. Aleksandr will be my ruin.
~Cynthia R.

I'm downstairs waiting patiently I got ready early. My mom and dad are here with me. She looks tired but has a small smile on her face when she looks at me.

"I knew you two would date! Im so happy." My mom says and she smiles so brightly at me. I can't help but smile back, god I feel so giddy. This is my first real date ever.

I'm on my phone texting Olivia when the doorbell rings. I get up and run out the room. "Cynthia Aleksandr is here." My dad yells and I calm my breathing down and walk over to the living room. He's standing there looking so handsome with not just any basic red roses.

No this man bought me a 100 red roses bouquet. Wrapped in black parchment paper and a red bow on the stems. I smile and reach for the flowers. "Look mom!" I run to my mom and show her the flowers.

"I bought her some too." My mom gasps and reaches for the tulips, her favorite. "Oh my goodness, Aleksandr I love you so much." Mom says as she hugs him.

I reach for his hand and face my dad who's still at the door. He looks at me with a small smile and nods for me to come over to him.

"This look is good on you, I love seeing you happy. My little arsonist. take care Cara Mia." He kisses my forehead and then pushes me out the door patting Aleksandrs back.

And then he slams the door shut. I'm taken aback but Aleksandr bursts out laughing. I sigh and he leads me to his car opening the door for me. Such a gentleman.

I buckle myself up and he starts driving. He drove us up this cliff and then he parked. Taking my hand in his he leads me through this trail. "You look stunning red." Fucking shit I'm blushing again.

I'm taken aback by the view, we can see all the city from here and he has a blanket with a picnic basket in the middle. This is so sweet. "I love coming here when I need space, it's my favorite place and I wanted you to see it." He looks at me nervously.

"I've never been on a date red, so please don't judge me I tried my best." He looks so adorable right now. I step up to him and kiss his cheek. "I love it thank you for showing me this, the sight is beautiful." I go and sit down and he stands there for a second just looking at me.

"Hold on you're telling me this is your first date? Alek your.. you look like that!" He smiles and shakes his head. "Red are you trying to compliment me? Do go on I'm what exactly?" This cocky mother fucker.

"You're gorgeous there I said it." His cheeks turn pink and I gasp. "I made you blush omg!" He turns his attention to getting the food out while I laugh at how nervous he is.

"This is my second date." His head snaps towards me and his eyebrows furrow. "Who was your first date?" He crosses his arms and look at me.

"It was freshman year I don't really remember his name, or the date actually." He hums in thought and then gives me a plate of food. "I made it I hope you like it, Elsa was yelling in my ear the whole time." I laugh knowing Elsa his cook really doesn't like him.

"Cynthia" I hum in response and look at him. "You make my days better." I'm going to jump off this fucking cliff. He can't say stuff like this to me. "I know I'm me." He laughs and I laugh as well just because his love is so infectious.

"I mean it red." He says it so seriously that I believe him. I take a bite of my food and take another after another. "You made this? It's so good!" He sighs in relief and takes a bite of his own food.

"I bought us canvases to paint, or if you want me to teach you more guitar lessons I also brought my guitar." He's so nervous it's cute.

We ate and I learned he's afraid of being alone, his favorite color is black, he hates olives. He's incredibly smart in history, he loves music, loves boxing, loves cats, hates slow walkers, hates being ignored or left out. He loves to sleep.

I read him wrong, Aleksandr is not an annoying pain in the ass, he's a regular funny guy. Why did I hate him so much in the beginning?

Because you were mad you couldn't be happy as he is. We shouldn't be happy.

I ignored the thought that ran through my mind. "Come here Cynthia" he spread his legs and I went and sat in between them he put his guitar on my lap and taught me some new chords. I couldn't help but lean against his chest I feel safe here. I feel safe whenever he's around.

"Red?" I hum and he puts his guitar to the side wrapping his arms around me. "You're becoming my favorite person." My heart is going into cardiac arrest.

"You can't say stuff like that or I'll faint." He laughs and hugs me tighter. We talk for some more admiring the view. And then We had a painting competition, he drew a stick figure of us except I'm holding a lighter and he has boxing gloves on, and I drew a house with flowers and he's in the window.

"I think mine is better!" He smiles and gives me the canvas. "Please you didn't even try mine has more details." I'm a sore loser. "Can I keep it?" He nods and gives it to me. It's getting late and the sun is starting to set, giving a golden hour.

I'm staring at sky when I hear a camera shutter. I smile seeing he had a polaroid and grab it from him. I go back to leaning against his chest and he takes the picture.

"You look stunning Cynthia, Moya krasavitsa." He looks at the first picture and I swallow back the emotions, he could have said I'm the most ugliest person ever and I wouldn't know. But he looks at me so intently I never want him to stop looking at me this way.

(Translation: my beauty)

"I'm keeping this." I look down at the one in my hand and smile when I see the both of us with big smiles on our faces. Maybe just once I'll allow myself to be happy, because being with Aleksandr everything seems to go away. I feel the happiest when he's near me.

"Come on red, let's get you home." He packs up and grabs my hand and not once did he drop it, not even on the drive home.