//I might not be able to get any parts out Friday- Sunday I have shows for theater but they are 7-10 and 2-5 so maybe I can but ya girl might be tired//
"No: is that your cat?" I say with bright eyes.
I love cats.
"Yeah! You should totally meet him when we get back." He smiles.
My insides churn, in a good way.
Not really churn, like my insides felt all warm.
Like a sip of hot chocolate on a winter day.
After a few minutes, Evan speaks.
"We're here." He drags out the word.
"Where are we?" I say.
"You've never seen this place?" He asks, he's surprised I haven't been here.
It's an old-timey looking place.
Fishing poles and signs outside, on the walls.
The walls looks rustic, almost rotting?
Doesn't look like a place Evan would visit.
There's American flags and other things of that sort hanging up.
I don't know how he found a place like this, in California.
"Are you gonna like, murder me or something?" I ask, half joking, half not.
"I would never wanna mess up your pretty face." He says.
He pulls into a parking place, he tells me to follow.
I don't really want to.
Theres probably creepy old men in here or strippers or something.
I think I have a fair chance of coming home in a creepy guys trunk.
I get out of the car, I think Evan can tell I am scared.
"Hey, you're alright." His expression changes to be more caring.
His arms wraps around me in comfort.
We walk inside, it's not too bad.
A waitress walks up to us as we stand there and look at the funky decor.
It smells of musk and dirt.
Like crawfish and sea water.
The place looks abandon, we're the only ones here.
There is a window in the back, you can see in the kitchen.
There's a big, burly man back there.
White shirt and apron, that's all I can see.
"Hey there handsome," the waitress says.
She's wearing a very tiny skirt and a super tight top.
A half apron with pockets covers the front of her skirt.
High heels and a..guarder?
"Go pick a seat, hunny. I'll be with you in a moment."
I don't have the right to be mad at him, we are not dating.
He can look and stare and flirt and touch all he wants.
We are not together.
Evan arm is still around me as he pulls out a chair for me to sit on, at the table.
He sits at the other side of the small, square table.
"Is this like a... restaurant?" I ask, looking around.
"Ish." He says, "hey calm down, I can tell you're nervous."
I mean, my hands were wedged my thighs, my leg was bouncing and I was looking around.
Still, I ask him, "how'd you know?"
"Autumn, you leg is going 100 miles a minute." He smiles.
He grabs my hand and holds it.
He rests our hands on the table.
"So why did you take me here?" I ask, still confused of why he would take me to, what looks to be, a dollar store hooters.
"Well, I know it looks bad but, they have the best dessert in all of California." He smirks and leans back in his chair.
"Are you sure?" I ask, looking around again.
"Yes, this is a dessert place." He leans forward in his chair.
"Then why does it smell like a strip club?" I wave my hand infront of my nose, "smells like dirty coochie and sea water." I gag.
Evan giggles at my joke, I wasn't really joking.
The skimpy waitress walks up to our table, "my name's Crystal, I'll be your server today." She leans on one foot and takes a notepad out of her apron, along with a pen.
"What would you like, hotty?" She snakes her arm around his shoulders, a fire lights inside of me.
I look away, angry, but I don't like anyone know that.
I just dwindle my fingers as Evan orders for us.
I don't pay attention to what he says, or what he does to the waitress.
"Would the female like anything?" She says, smiling and popping her gum at Evan.
Her words make the fire grow.
I'm not sure why, I am a female.
I just don't like to be called one.
Sometimes I don't feel like I am a girl.
Well, most of the time.
She has long blonde hair, tied into two high pigtails.
I take a look at the girl, she's small.
She has everything I could want, a small waist, flat stomach, perky boobs.
Her skin is clear, her teeth are perfect, straight and white.
Evan probably would rather go home with her.
He doesn't show interest in the girl, he ignores her provocative gestures.
He tries to shimmy her arm off of him.
I am grateful for his gesture.
"Oh no, we're sharing." He says, he is annoyed at this point.
She walks away, "ugh, I'm so sorry about her."
He hangs his head, "no, it's fine. Don't be sorry." I say.
Evan sighs, "Autumn, can I tell you something?"
My heart drops, "yes, anything." I start to shake.
"Remember what you told me, at my house." He says, he seems worried.
"Yes," I say, "I'm so sorry. I understand if you don't wanna-" he cuts me off.
"No, autumn, I like you too." He says, his hand covers his mouth.
"Really?" I say, I do not believe him.
"Autumn, he starts,
"Will you be my..."
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Fanfiction"You get prettier every time, Autumn." He says, his eyes looking me up and down. My heart flutters and butterflies fill my stomach, "I thought you didn't like my concert outfits?" I say looking down and fixing my dress by my knees. "Well.... I've h...
