Instead of Marco and I taking pictures together, I asked if James and Brianna would like to be in my group photos, and of course they said Yes. It felt nice to be including James in all of our school activities; I never knew what it was like to be homeschooled, but I'm sure it sucked.
I'm so glad that James let Brianna hang out with us half the time James and I hung out; but we never got to actually know each other. So I told Brianna what I wanted to do, and she understood completely and asked if James would take her home.
"Would you like me to take you home too?" He turned to ask me as we watched Brianna walk inside her house.
I smiled, "Actually, I was wondering if we could talk. That way I can know you, and you can know me."
"You know that this is my job right?" He said as he pulled out of her driveway, "So, don't be getting too attached. Because when this is over, I'm gone."
Yes, I know James, you don't like me. "Yeah, I know, but that doesn't mean that I don't wanna get to know you." I looked at him and smiled. He just shrugged in agreement, and drove to Southside Park.
We got out, and held hands. I was still surprised that he held my hand even when there was none of my friends around. "What would you like to know about me?" He asked as we got onto the trail.
I smirked while I thought of something good to ask, then it hit me, "Why did you start Rent Me For Valentine's Day?"
I could tell that he didn't want to talk about it. He kept looking around and kept trying to ask questions about me, and I would answer them, I was just curious about why he didn't want to tell me. Was he trying to get more money for a drug dealer? What if he was hiring a hit man? I was getting paranoid.
James wasn't that kind of person, I could just tell. After a few minutes of walking I was starting to crave some junk food. "I'm hungry." I whined.
"Okay, let's turn around and start walking back."
I sighed, "My legs hurt."
He stopped walking and looked at me, "You don't want me to carry you... do you?" I nodded and smiled as big as my cheeks would let me. He giggled, "Alright then." He picked me up from my legs and carried me like a princess. I could stare at him as I wanted to, and he wouldn't notice.
He was perfect. All of his facial feature went perfect with his personality. I loved how his blonde hair fell above his eyes if he moved his face too fast. His blonde hair enhanced his sweet green eyes. His smile made me happy, and the thought of him gave me chills. Even though it was stupid to like someone you knew that you couldn't have, he was my dream guy, and I had grown feelings for him.
I opened the car door and he placed me in my seat. He got in the driver seat and drove to McDonald's. We went through the drive thru, just as I was about to order for myself, James said "And can you add a quarter pounder meal, large sized, a sprite, no ice, and can you put some sweet chilli sauce in the bag for the fries?"
"Yes sir, your total is 14.65. Pull up to the first window."
How did he know all of these things about me? I didn't mind, it was sweet. He paid for our food and then the lady at the second window handed us our food. We spent the rest of that day just driving around.
We had lots of fun talking about random things. Our conversations quickly changed from bunk beds, to legos, to feet. It was by far, our funniest conversation.
"So, have you ever had a real girlfriend?" I asked after we sat in silence for a few moments.
He smiled and blushed, he glanced at me for a quick second, "I hope this doesn't make me seem like a looser, but actually no. I have not had a real girlfriend." He laughed, "I've only had people that I've liked and this business, but never had time for a girlfriend."
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I've never had a boyfriend." I giggle at myself.
He laughed, "It actually doesn't make me feel better. But it helps to have someone who knows the same thing I went through."
I just smiled. I did know the same thing he was going through, but he also had temporary fake girlfriends to give him some sort of reassurance. I've never had that. "So, you never told me about why you started your business." I said bringing the question back up from earlier.
He rolled his eyes, "Kayla. I don't wanna talk about it."
"No." I said sternly, "For some odd reason, you know everything about me. How come I can't learn one little thing about you?"
"Okay." He pulled into an old parking lot and parked the car. "I started my business almost two and a half years ago. My mom got really sick before I started my business, and we couldn't figure out what it was. We didn't have enough money to go to the doctor, so I had to scavenge up some, and work really hard. Once we had the money, we went to the doctor and they checked her out. They went ahead and scanned her brain. She was diagnosed with a very bad cancerous tumor that could kill her soon if she doesn't have surgery. That, is why I am doing this. I'm doing this for my mom. I have to make enough money for her to have her surgery and be okay." He quickly wiped a tear away from his cheek.
I wanted to cry with him, and comfort him. I felt like a useless, stupid person for not doing something. He needed a hug. I held out my arms and surrounded him in a hug. He quietly cried into my arms. I pecked his head, and did the best I could to comfort him. Maybe this would bring us closer in our fake relationship. I didn't know, but I was glad that he told me that.
