I sink into his recliner as I finish the joint, thankful for something to cure the insane nerves I've dealt with all day. We smoked silently, both of us too nervous to mention the past thirty minutes, but someone has to speak eventually.
"So," I sigh, pulling my sleeves over my hands. "You like me."
"I like you." Wilbur sits in his arm chair and stares at me, his eyes already half shut.
"We sound like middle schoolers."
He grins. "I guess we do. Should I let you check a box on a piece of paper?"
I giggle and nod. "That's the only way I'll give you an answer."
"Seriously?"
"Seriously."
Wilbur dramatically sighs but still wears a smile as he stands to search for scratch paper. He returns to his seat with that and a pen, scribbles something down, and hands both to me. "There,"
I read the paper, laughing.
Eve Hadley,
I think you are cute. Do you think I'm cute too??
[ ] Yes
[ ] Of course!!
[ ] Absolutely not.
[ ] Please stop stalking me.
Love, William
"Hmmm," I mumble, tapping the pen against my chin. "Hard decision."
"Come on!"
I check the first two boxes, fold up the note, and hand it back to him. He opens it and gasps, making us both laugh.
"Oh my God," Wilbur mutters, looking up at me. "Our couple name is 'Evil'."
"I forget you don't pay attention to fan pages." I say. "They're calling us 'Evil' and 'Weve'."
"That's bloody beautiful."
I grin and tie my hair back into a bun. "Wanna watch a movie?"
"I'm full of energy all of a sudden." Wilbur hops up and grabs my hands, pulling me up with him and placing a kiss on my nose. "Maybe it's you."
"I'd say so,"
"Let's go out and embarrass ourselves."
"By doing what?"
He shrugs. "Let's go bowl. I've never gone bowling before. Our first date will be in a gross bowling alley."
"I haven't gone bowling since I was ten."
"Perfect," Wilbur keeps hold of my hand and guides us out our building. Apparently, there's an alley just a few blocks down, so I just follow him. We're both a bit overwhelmed in our state, surrounded by hundreds of people and the glaring lights of the city at night. We reach the alley, and it's honestly pretty nice and well kept. Much better than the one from where I grew up. We walk inside and pay for a lane, grabbing some shoes a million people have worn before us. We tap on the tablet sitting on our table, entering our names and giggling as we have to take pictures for the screen above our lane.
"Fuck, I'm starving," I mutter, looking through the list of food. Sadly, it says they're not serving past nine, and it's currently ten o'clock.
"We can grab food after. Ever had Waffle House?"
I scoff. "Wilbur, Virginia has like, almost the most Waffle Houses in the world. Of course I've been there."
"Well, good," He grins at me before grabbing his bowling ball. "Does this turn you on?"
"Gross!" I say. "Just go."
We are both obviously terrible at bowling, both of us even falling on the slippery lane a few times, but it's super fun. I barely win with an astounding thirty points out of a possible three hundred.
"Do I get a prize?" I ask as we change back into our regular shoes.
"Hmmm," We place our shoes on the return counter and make our way out of the alley. He stops me by grabbing my hips as we stand right outside the door, smiling down at me. "I have an idea."
I grin and look at him through my eyelashes. "What's your idea?"
He leans forward and I prepare to kiss him, but he quickly moves his face so his mouth is by my ear. "Waffle House,"
I laugh and playfully shove Wilbur away before he takes my hand and walks us down the street. It takes about twenty minutes to get to Waffle House, so we don't even get there until right before midnight. There's a group of teenagers in one corner, a couple of cops in the other. We exchange nervous glances as we're obviously very high, even though it's legal here. We sit at a booth next to the teenagers and stare down at the menu, both of us hungry out of our minds. Once the waiter comes over, we both order soda and I order two waffles while Wilbur gets three and a side of bacon.
"Jesus," I grin, leaning my head against the window.
"I'm a growing boy." Wilbur taps his fingers against the table. "So, our first real date. Have you enjoyed it?"
I bite my lip and nod slowly. "Yes, but it helped that I kicked your ass in bowling."
"You won by two points!"
"I still won."
"Whatever, I let you win."
"Yeah, I'm sure," I giggle, and stare at our plates of food as they're set down. We immediately dig in, eating silently and quickly. Wilbur finished all of his while I can't eat the last half of my second waffle, so he takes that too. "You're gonna be sick."
"My munchies are really bad." He chuckles, wiping his mouth with a napkin. "I know how badly you wanna makeout with me after all that."
"You'll fucking puke in my mouth!"
We stand and he just gives the cashier a fifty, telling her to keep the change before we walk out. "There are some people out there who would love for me to throw up in their mouth."
"You and your fans are disgusting." I giggle, thankful that our apartment isn't too far and we reach it before one in the morning. I invite Wilbur into my place which he happily accepts. "So, whatcha wanna do?"
Wilbur places one hand on my waist and uses the other to tuck my hair behind my ear. He lowers his voice to a whisper. "I think you know what I wanna do."
I smile and wrap my arms around his neck as he finally kisses me, letting him press my back against my door. This boy seems so sweet and fun and perfect.
I just hope that can last.
