Trusting to Love

Chapter 6: Devin

"Am I happy with Brayden? What the hell are you talking about?" I ask, with a hint of disgust in my voice. I'm not surprised that he thought we were together, but seriously?

"Like do you like being in a relationship with him...?" He questions nervously.

"We aren't together." I say simply.

"Well, I mean you're always together." He states matter-of-factly.

"Okay, that's really not fair, he's my best friend."

"Oh..." he says before there's an awkward silence. "So you aren't, you know... a thing?"

"No, we aren't."

"So if I asked you on a date, you could say yes?" Of course I wanted to say yes, but he was kind of pissing me off. I know he isn't wrong to think we are together, but honestly, I'm so tired of people not understanding that girls can be friends with guys without them being interested in each other.

"I could say yes, but... I'm not gonna." I say, deciding to play hard to get.

"Okay, ouch." He says, caught off guard. Realizing that he didn't understand I was teasing, I get up and start walking into the kitchen.

"Where are you going?" He asks, confused, getting up and following me.

"I'm just grabbing you some ice." I say.

"Why?"

"For your burn." I smirk.

"Ooooh, okay, I see how it is. Well, if you won't go out with me, at least let me ask you another question."

"Why should I? I haven't even had a chance to ask you one yet," I reply sassily.

"Yeah, but the last one didn't really count for me," he tells me.

"And why is that?" I retort.

"Because, you aren't dating Brayden. So that question should be voided."

"Well, I could answer that question and simply say 'Yes, I'm very happy with Brayden, we are the best of friends.'" I reply with an innocent smile.

"Fine, you can have the next question. Shoot." He says, raising his hands in surrender.

"Yay! Okay, umm... why do you want to take me out?"

"I think you're extremely beautiful." He says without even blinking. "Okay, my turn. Will you go on a date with me?"

"Where would you take me?" I ask, pretending not to have heard his answer.

"Sorry, you have to answer my question before asking another," he tells me.He was making this playing hard-to-get thing really difficult. I decide to give in.

"Fine, I will go on a date with you. So where will you take me?"

"Well," he says, preparing himself, "I would first, take you out to a fancy dinner at McDonalds—" I interrupt him, laughing.

"McDonalds? Really? Your idea of a perfect first date is McDonalds?"

"Oh, babe, I haven't even gotten started yet," he replies, making my heart flutter at the way he called me 'babe.'

"Alright, fine, go on." I blush.

"So we would get a 20 piece chicken mcnugget, unless, of course, you're vegetarian, then we would split a salad. We would want to sit next to Ronald McDonald of course, but if that seat is take, which it likely could be, we would settle for the table across from him. After we are done with our main course, I will ask if you want dessert, which you will turn down at first, but I will keep asking until you admit that you really do want dessert. So we will get some ice cream cones-" he continues, rambling, until I cut him off.

"I actually don't really like ice cream cones..." I interrupt.I see his jaw drop as he fumbles for words.

"How can you not like ice cream cones? They are basically perfect in every way," he stammers.

"The cones are nasty. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love ice cream, but, yeah... I really dislike the cones."

"I don't know if I can take out a girl who doesn't like ice cream cones," he states with a smirk.

"What if you just get me a sundae instead?" I ask innocently. He mockingly thinks about it before agreeing and continuing with his plan. suddenly in a serious tone.

"So after we eat dinner, we will go on a walk around your neighborhood and eventually find a park and we will get in one of the tube slides together and sit and talk about ourselves and, you know, get to know each other. Then we will go and do all of the things little kids do at the park and I will walk you home. Then comes the good part. We go up to your doorstep and just like in the movies, I gaze into your eyes, tell you that I had a great time, and kiss you."

"And what makes you think I want to kiss you?" I stutter, trying not to focus on the sweetness of what he just said.

"You agreed to go on this date with me."

"Reluctantly," I add.

"But you still agreed."

"Okay fine," I say, giving up, "what's your next question."

"What would make our first kiss perfect?" He asks curiously.

"Are you seriously asking me this?" I say in mock annoyance.

"Yes, now answer the question."

I sigh in response, but continue to actually give him an explanation.

"Well it has to be unexpected, kind of spur of the moment. I would want you to catch me off guard."

"And the actual kiss would be...?" He asks gazing into my eyes. I begin to blush, not quite sure how to answer the question.

"Slow and sweet?" I reply, unsure of my answer. He continues looking into my eyes as he begins to lean in.

"Slow and sweet?" he asks.

I nod, reassuring him.

"I don't do sweet." He says, grabbing my face and kissing me feverishly. This was the complete opposite of what my idea of a perfect kiss was, but somehow, it was even better than anything I had ever imagined. After he pulls away, I have to take a moment to regain my composure.

"That was definitely unexpected." I say, giggling.

"Good. So, what's your next question?" He says, quickly moving on from the sweet moment we just shared.

Author's Note #6: Bethany and Jade

Hey guys!! Sorry it's been a while since our last update, Bethany was in Missouri and I was at a voice camp. Our bad! We hope you like this chapter, and the next update will be very soon! Don't forget to VOTE and comment with edits and feedback! Xoxo, Jade and Bethany.