The Story of How Élaine Got Me Taped to a Fucking Pole

Even forgets the small detail about me being ace

In my last week of vg1, my Even and I decided that we would do something nice together, since it had been so long since the last time we actually did something together as a couple. The last time we went out on a date, was three months ago, and it had been interrupted by his phone ringing all the time. But this time, he had swore to me that he would keep the stupid phone on silent. We skipped the last class just to get enough time to go to the café just around the corner of the school, eat, and then return before the busses left. We held hands we walked down the hallway and out in the warm, cosy, summer weather. We did a little of small-talk while walking the short distance, and my heart skipped several beats when I looked up at his beautiful face. He was so adorable, and I could not believe he was mine. His eyes were as green as my turtles' shell, and his smile took my breath away. His whole being filled me with a sort of calm feeling, like I knew that I belonged right there, by his side.

When we got to the café, we ordered something as romantic as two cups of coffee, a sandwich for each of us, and an ice-cream to share. But I did not care that it was not a big, fancy dinner. It was enough. We sat down on a round table, facing each other like people often do on dates. There were a small vase with a fake flower in it on the middle of the table, and I hated it, I've never liked fake flowers as decoration. It's just something about the way they pretend to be something as beautiful as a flower, but when you take a closer look, they're nothing but dead, hard, plastic that doesn't even smell good.

"You don't like that flower at all, do you, Aurora?" Even said and laughed at me. I looked up at him and shrug, I could not help but laugh myself, his laugh was like pure sunshine.
"You know I don't," I said and looked jokingly at him.
"I'm still allowed to sleep over at your hut in the third week of summer? Right?" I asked and took a huge bite of my sandwich. His eyes glowed with happiness, as if he had been waiting for me to ask that question.
"Yes! We even get the entire thing for ourselves, the entire time you're going to be there," he said and raised his eyebrows, his stare changed from innocent, to something most other people would consider 'sexy'. He took my hand and held it between both of his. I felt ashamed and drew it back, and took a bite of my sandwich instead.
"Even... You know that I don't want to have sex..." I mumbled.
"Yeah, I know..." he sounded so disappointed when he said that, and it felt like a clenching fist around my heart.
"I can't do anything about it, Even. You know that. I'm just not keen on it you know? Like, I just don't get the concept of it all, it does not sound appealing to me at all," I sounded like a weak person. A person that just pretends to love someone. A person afraid of commitment. But I looked him in the eyes anyway, because what I said was true, and it was real. He just looked away for some seconds, ate the last bit of his sandwich, and then smiled as if nothing was wrong again.
"I'm sorry..." I said, and laid my hand over his. He stretched his other hand across the table, and placed it on the side of my head, so that his thumb was beside my ear, and his fingers touched my neck. He caressed my cheek with his thumb, and whispered: "Don't be, it's okay, really," and smiled.

We ate our ice-cream and left the café just ten minutes before our busses were supposed to arrive. We had to run parts of the way, and barely made it back in time. The busses were already there, and we only had time for a quick goodbye-kiss before getting on to our different busses. But it did not matter, because we both knew that we would see each other the next day anyway. But I could not help but worry about the disappointed look he had had in his eyes when I reminded him about the fact that I'm not really down with wohooing. He had been fine with me not wanting that for about a year now, what made him change his mind now? Like, I knew that being ace might be bothering to some people, but man, Even had been so understanding for so long. I don't get the deal about slamming each others' sexy-parts together repeatedly. How did anyone even think of doing that in the first place? I totally understand the reproductive reasons, even though I want no part in creating a kiddo either. But who could think:
'Hey, this is a cool activity, let us do this to show love and affection, and let us make it a huge sign of trust in a partner! That's such a good idea!'  There are tons of different things to do with your partner, like going on dates, kissing, holding hands, motorcycle rides, cuddling. There are endless alternate options, but everybody seems to be thinking about wohooing. Or at least that's my opinion.