Mellissa's Diary

Part 9

At the bowling alley, I watched Cameron get another strike. This is probably his 5th one tonight. “You have got to be kidding me!” I exclaimed.

“What?” he smirked.

“I feel hustled,” I grumbled.

“Well how was I to know you suck entirely?” he said cocking his head to his left.

“I have a feeling you only got me here so you could show off,” I pouted.

“Well yeah,” He grinned and walked over to the chair where I was sitting.

“Do you want me to show you how not to let the ball go in the gutter?” he chuckled.

“That would be nice,” I chuckled along with him.

He pulled me up and I walked with him in front. “Now what?” I asked.

“Pick up the ball,” he instructed. I copied him. “Stand in the middle,” he instructed. I did as he said. “Now bend low,” he continued. I bended my back a bit, trying to remember the way he did it. “Sweet,” he muttered. I gave him a confused look. “I meant your stance,” he stuttered, “Not your butt.”

I rolled my eyes and asked, “Then what?”

“Keep your focus on the center pin,” he instructed and came closer to me. I nodded. “Swing your hand back slowly,” he said while putting his hand on mine and pulling my hand at the back. “Now throw,” he whispered in my ear.

I did what he said – ignoring some of the shivers he was sending – and threw the ball. To my surprise it didn’t end up in the gutter again. It actually hit 5 pins. Five! I gasped at my accomplishment.

“Finally!” Cameron exclaimed.

“I actually hit something!” I said excitedly.

“You did,” he said and held out his hand, “good job.”

I was too excited to shake his hand. I pulled him close and gave him a hug.

“Whoa!” he said and hugged me back. He pulled back and said, “Your brother told me not to touch you.”

“I won’t tell him,” I winked.

“Good to know,” he smiled, “We should go now.”

“But I just started getting good!” I whined.

“Umm, Mellissa, the games is over,” he pointed out.

“Oh,” I mumbled and then said, “You can call me Mel you know.”

“All I needed was your permission,” he said and held out his hand, “Mel.”

I took his hand and we walked out of the bowling centre and got in his car.

“How was the date?” he asked, “I mean I know you didn’t get to do much, but how was it?”

“You thought me how to bowl!” I said, “That’s like a miracle. I had fun.”

“I was gonna take you out to dinner but your brother kinda ruined that,” he added.

“We can still go,” I said, “We can grab an ice-cream or something.”

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“I’m positive,” I smiled, “I’ll handle Derek if that’s what you’re afraid off.”

“It’s not him,” he tried to reassure me, “I want to be good with you.”

“I’d like an ice-cream,” I smiled. He smiled back and drove us to the nearest ice-cream parlor.

The time on my watch showed 9:10. I’m ten minutes late. Derek is gonna kill us.

“You’re brother is gonna kill me,” Cameron said nervously.

“No, I’ll make sure he doesn’t,” I said as we reached my house.

“I had fun tonight though,” he said as I got out of the car.

“Me too,” I smiled, “Ice-cream was heavenly.”

“Do you want me to call you later on?” he asked.

“That would be great!” I grinned and got on the front porch. Maybe if I go in quietly Derek won’t see me and I can say that I’ve been here all along. I like that plan!