Live Laugh Levi

Chapter Eleven

Foster wouldn't tell me where we were going he just drove on. I see the 'now leaving Adams field city limits' sign pass and I knew that it must be fancy wherever he was taking me. Anything outside of Adams field was a little classier or fancy anyways. We had a few diners, the pizza place, grocery store, fair grounds, and a few shops. Babs owned a restaurant that sat right next to the Hillman Hideout bar that was famously known in Adams field for the old crowd. My mother was invited to the opening but refused to go.

"Hey let's play a game," Foster offered.

"Okay what kind of game is it?" I asked still looking out at the fields that we were passing.

"It's like truth or dare but only truths since we are in a car," he answered.

"Okay but your first," I said. He hesitated, probably thinking of a question that he didn't know about me.

"How old were you when you had your first kiss?" he questioned.

"I was in the second grade or probably seven or eight,"

"With whom?" he smirked.

"Not fair, it's my turn to ask a question," I thought for a moment I didn't know what I wanted to know more about him. "Okay what is your biggest fear?"

"Probably turning into my father," he answered after several seconds. I wanted to know why. "Who was your first kiss with?"

"It was Levi," I answered honestly. His hands gripped around the steering wheel a little harder his knuckles turning white. I knew I should have said something else.

"Have you ever kissed him again?"

"No I haven't, we're just friends," I assured him. "Is that a problem that I kissed him?"

"No, I kind of assumed that it was him honestly," He was quiet the rest of the ride.

We slowly drove into a quiet dimmed parking lot, of a restaurant that I never heard of before. It was called The Wine Barrel. It was probably because it seemed more for the mature audience. He came around and opened my door and led me into the restaurant. It was a cute romantic place, there was small booths lining one wall and in the middle were wood tables and chair, to give it a rustic wine barrel look. A skinny singer sung on a small stage, she sounded like the singer Birdy with such a delicate voice but powerful.

"What shall I start y'all with?" A skinny waiter handed us leather bound menus.

"We'll will have a bottle of white wine," Foster asked. The waiter nodded and headed back into the kitchen.

"They don't I.D?" I asked confused.

"Not me anyways, I used to come here a lot," he spoke.

"With who?"

"Just some friends," he hesitated. Most likely girlfriends too. He was going steady with a girl named Bethany, she ended up cheating or that what the rumors were.

The waiter brought us our wine, and foster poured us a glass. Personally I was a fan of red, having it once or twice at a dinner I didn't like white much. I drank it with a smile on my face after all, he went to the extent to get us reservations and plan this. It was sweet it really was. We both ordered the special that consisted of baked parmesan chicken fettuccini.

We drove home playing the license plate game in which we both lost or tied. We both saw one other license plat that wasn't Tennessee. We drove into Brooks pond, under the giant willow tree, a popular place where teens would park and make out along with other unmentionable things. We got out and I sat on the hood of his car, kicking off my heels. He started to kiss me. For a moment I couldn't stop kissing him, it was like my body took over my brain. I ran my fingers through his hair and the back of his neck.

"Foster I think that we need to take things a little slow," I said as he kissed my neck leaning me back on the car.

"Its fine, I love slow," he said kissing me more, putting his hands under my dress. I put my hands on his forearms.

"Really Foster I am not ready for that, I am sorry," I apologized. He stepped back with an unsatisfactory look on his face.

"I am really sorry I just never done it," I admitted.

"Its fine," he held my face in his hands and kissed my lips, I kissed him back.

"Can you take me home?"

"Yeah,"

Our couple minute ride to my house was quiet and uninviting. I felt like such a child but I didn't know if I wanted to lose it with him. He put his hand over mine and then kissed me goodbye and I got out and he was already pulling out before I made it to the door. If I didn't want to lose it with him who was I waiting for? Maybe I was just being a child.