Jared eased up but still gripped my hand. We left the room and walked pass the mob of coordinators and crew to the car. The whole ride home, Jared looked over at me and smile, chuckling a bit every time.
"Whats so funny?" I ask, poking his bicept.
He laughs even more, "Nothing. I'm just in shock."
"Why?"
He stops at a red light then turns to look at me, "I might possibly be going on a date with the most astonishing woman in the world."
I blush and raise an eyebrow, "Well I hope she says yes."
He reaches for my hand again as he pulls away, "Me too."
∞ ∞ ∞
Jared's P.O.V.:
5 days later:
I pulled up to Dawson's apartment, the nervousness finally seeming to get to me now. As I park and step out of my car, I grab the bouquet of flowers that were resting on the passengers seat.
I make the trek up to Dawson's on the third floor. All while trying to contain my excitement and also my nervousness. I don't know why this was so nerve-racking. This wasn't my first date with a woman but somehow Dawson was different. She made my palms sweaty and my heart go crazy. She made my breathing unstable and my mind race.
I take a deep breath and knock on the door. Evana serves as a doorbell and quickly barks and whines for Dawson to come and get me.
When she opens the door, I stop. "Wow."
She smiles at the ground as my eyes wonder. Her hips were perfectly outlined by a pair of ripped jeans. The front was one of those high-low shirts. Hers was grey with white paisley print.
"Its not too casual, is it?" She asks, looking at my pants and button up shirt.
I shake my head, trying to keep my focus above her chin, "No its fine! You look absolutely breath taking."
She blushes before swinging her purse over her shoulder and closing the door. I let her walk ahead of me and thats were I see the back of her shirt. It buttoned once on the bottom of her neck and then dipped down in to the middle of her spine. It covered her hips that mesmerizingly swayed.
We walked down to the car and headed to the restaurant. It was just a pizza place, Shannon and I went there all the time. Its small, quiet, and has a really good vegan menu.
I put the car in park and step out quickly to open the door for Dawson. I click the handle and pry it open, then hold a hand out for her.
"Thank you." she smiles, taking it and stepping out.
We walk to the front and get our table, outside in the cool, afternoon in the City of Angels. As we sit down, the waitress comes over. She takes our drink orders and gives us a bit more time for our entrees.
"How was your day?" I smile, taking a sip of my tea.
She nods, "It was okay. Started off a little weird."
"How weird?"
She shrugs, "Evana puked a little this morning. She almost never does. I guess her food just didn't settle with her right."
"Its probably nothing to be scared about. She's a trooper." I say, resting my hand on hers.
She places her other hand on mine and smiles, "You're probably right."
"I know I am." I smirk.
She laughs and hides behind the menu. The waitress walks up again and asks for our order.
"I'll just take my usual." I smile at her.
She nods, evidentally remembering me, and looks at Dawson, "And for you?"
Dawson asks for the three cheese pizza and a side salad. The waitress nods, takes our menus then walks off again.
"What about you?" Dawson asks, taking a sip of her drink.
"My day was eventful. Shannon pushed Tomo in the pool. Have you ever met Tomo?"
She shook her head, "No. I don't believe I have."
My eyes widen and my chin drops, "Oh you have to! Tomo is the best!"
Dawson laughs again showinf her incredible smile. A swarm of butterflies break free in my stomach and I can't help but join in.
For a couple hours we sit and talk about small things and big things. She brings up her parents, both hardcore bikers. She talked about Cameron, the jackass who broke her heart and stole her money. And then Haiti, how she was glad to have met me there. I told her about my briningup too, about my mom and bother, growing up in Louisiana to moving to a metropolis such as L.A.. She seemed to relate reletively well, small town to large city. Dawson opened up a small bit, getting a bit emotional at times. She seemed to trust me, or so I believe. Maybe we weren't so different after all.
Around 7 at night, after 9 hours at that pizza place, Dawson and I agree its probably time to head home. I walk her to the car and drive her home, hoping for a second date.
I walk her up to her apartment and watch as she unlocks the door.
"I had a really good time tonight Jared. Thank you. " She smiled, leaning in the doorway.
I smile back, "So did I."
"Maybe we can do this again?" She tries, biting her lip. God damn those lips.
I nod, "Of couse. Maybe Wednesday, I'll pick you up? Swimming party?"
She ponders it a bit. She hesitantly begins to decline Evana runs out and bombards my legs.
"Hey baby girl!" I kneal down, petting her and picking her up.
I hold her as she licks my neck and bottom chin.
"I'm so sorry!" She reaches for her dog.
"Don't be sorry," I hand over Evana, "I'll pick you up Wednesday day at 2. Bring a swinsuit!" I say, hoping down the stairs.
