Breaking Walls (A Doug Baldwin Story)

Chapter Three

Doug and I have been texting all morning and up into the afternoon until he had to hang with his friends. He's actually pretty fun to text, and he never failed to keep a smile on my face.

Its well into the evening, and Sophia is touching up her makeup for her date tonight. I'm sitting on the couch, donning my own pair of short shorts and a cropped tank, and my hair up in a high, messy bun. In my arms is a large bowl of popcorn and on TV is the food network. I love to see the different types of dishes made, but it always makes me hungry.

"Hey, how do I look?" Sophia's voice causes me to turn around.

I look over the couch and look over her. She looks gorgeous of course. "You look great. Honestly. You'll have him eating out of your hand."

She smirks. "Right. Well, I'm going to head out. Don't wait up for me, okay?" She leaves, locking up the door and I continue watching my show.

An hour later, my popcorn is all gone. It's about dinner time and I wonder what I'd have for dinner. I finally move from my spot on the couch and head to the kitchen. I can't find anything in the fridge or in the freezer, but I grab a spoon to get a scoop of ice cream. In the middle of my bite, knocks come from the door.

Puzzled, I jog to the door, still working on my spoon of ice cream. "Coming!"

Opening the door, I'm stunned. Doug stands there in khaki shorts and a white shirt, smiling down at me. He takes in my appearance, starting to look amused. "Hey Krista. How's that spoon?"

I pull the spoon out of my mouth quickly, suddenly rattled. "Uh, sorry. Um. What are you doing here?"

Still looking amused, he replies. "Actually, I came by, wondering if you had dinner yet. I just got back from my buddy's place and I haven't eaten yet. I kind of hoped that you could join me."

I giggle nervously. "Actually, I was just looking for something to eat. But, I'd love to join you, I'm just not really dressed to go out. I was just going to order pizza in."

Doug chuckles. "I was planning to do the same, in truth. Can't really eat an entire pizza by myself. Mind if I join you? And you look great, by the way."

I open the door wider. "Come on in. Go ahead and settle yourself on the couch, and please don't mind the mess. I've just been munching on junk foods all day." I start picking up chip bags and the empty popcorn bowl, heading to the kitchen.

Wow, Doug is in my house. I wasn't expecting my lazy evening to turn out this way, but I'm not complaining. It's touching to know that Doug was going to invite me to eat with him anyways.

"Hey, what kind of pizza would you like? I can order right now so it can get here sooner if you're hungry." Doug calls from the living room.

"Choose what you like, Doug. I'm not picky and can eat anything, especially if its pizza. And can you get an order of cinnamon sticks, too?"

"On it! Drinks?" He asks.

"I have drinks here, so don't worry about it." I finish in the kitchen and join him on the couch. He's on one end, on the phone making our order and I continue watching TV. He asks for my address, and I write it down for him to tell the delivery guy. He ends the call, puts his phone on the side table, and moves his body so that he's angled towards me.

"Dinner will be here in half an hour," he smiles.

I return his smile. "Perfect. I'm starving."

While we wait, we chat about each other's days. When Doug talks about hanging with his friends, I can tell that he's really close with them. Just by how he talks about them, they sound like they could be brothers. My day paled in comparison since I just did errands for the house. When the food comes, we argue on who pays. He ended up paying, since I was hosting at my house. I pouted, but he said next time, I could pay for our meal when we eat at his place.