Now That I Know The Truth, You're Not Real

Now That I Know The Truth, You're Not Real Chapter 6

Chapter 6

 A/N: Just in case you didn't know,

 IT IS SUMMER 2008

Kitana

I stood there in utter confusion looking at my bed. I had every intention of gong through with the “date” I had with that Avory boy. I had two outfits laid out on it. On one side lay a plain pastel yellow shirt with ripped jeans, and on the other a simple little red dress. “I don’t know where I’m going; ugh, this was going to kill me.” I stared hard between the two, “Hmm, I think that I’ll wait ‘til he gets here to put something on.” I was completely ready except for my clothes. I was standing before my bed in my underwear.

Roughly two minutes later, I heard a car door close. I peeped a look outside and there he was; Avory, walking towards the house in a tuxedo. “Oh, guess I’m wearing red tonight,” I said, as I ran back to my bed and threw the dress on.

The door bell rang as I slipped my feet into my shoes. And, rang again as I raced down the stairs. I caught my breath before I opened the door and the bell rang again. Was it necessary for him to be obnoxious when it came to the door bell? I should have known though, he did the same thing the first night I had met him. I opened the door.

 “You know you’re really impatient,” I quipped, trying to not sound like I couldn’t breathe, because of nerves. I couldn’t pin point why but I was nervous. It could have been because I had only every really been with my ex-boyfriend before. But before I could dwell on that sad subject I pushed it away and looked at the handsome face before me.

Avory smiled, as he took my hand and lead me to his car. It was sleek, I must say. There was no type of emblem for me to be able to play the name game. It was silent though, beautifully silent and the seats were leather, so at every turn I slid, even though I had my seat belt on. To keep from any awkward silence I turned on the radio and kept it at a reasonable level, as soon as I found the local classical music station.

My eyes grew in amazement as we pulled up to the valet and I reached for the door handle but before I could grasp it, it was opened by the valet.

“Good evening mademoiselle, may I?” The valet gestured to me with his hand.

I was in shock. The car was gorgeous, –a black Lexus GS. I asked Avory during the slight small talk we had in the car— this place was gorgeous, even the name was gorgeous, Chez Jean Claude. But, Oh My God, this valet boy surpassed them all. Oh and his smile, I could just melt.

He took my hand and helped me out of the vehicle. He was so, so, so sexy. I couldn’t stop looking at him and he still had his hand in mine, even after he helped me out of the car. There was no one else that I saw in that moment, just him.

Why? I don’t know, he was just so captivating but my bliss was short lived when an arm wrapped itself around my waist. I looked up to find Avory staring at the guy, and let me say that if looks could kill, valet boy would be on his way to the next life with a first class ticket.

Avory looked pretty upset and I didn’t want it to be taken out on me so I slicked my arm around his waist and started walking towards the entrance.

“Bonsoir, j'ai une réservation VIP sur le nom Avory,” Avory said to the host as we reached him. Me, I was trying not to be judgmental about his flawless French. It was very intriguing; I wanted to know where he picked it up. But at the same time I was slightly jealous that his French was ridiculously impeccable, where as mine could have used some work.

“Ah oui, monsieur Avory,” the host replied extremely cheery. “Bonsoir mademoiselle, you aRe veRy LUckY tonight. I ope e-u ‘ave fun” he said with the thickest accent that made me think of the frog from The Swan Princess. He then proceeded to seat us. I dropped my arm from Avory’s waist and my forearm felt cold from the loss of his heat.

Dinner was quiet and uncomfortable, to the point that it was unnecessary. I looked around and noticed we were the only people not talking; how embarrassing. Everyone around us seemed to be enjoying themselves and completely content. Quiet chatter could be heard from all around us, and yet neither of us said anything. I was half expecting him to start any form of conversation seeing as he was the one who asked me out.

I CAN’T TAKE THIS SILENCE ANYMORE!  I concluded halfway through our main course. I decided to break the silence. I wouldn’t enjoy my food when it came if he continued to make me feel awkward. “Why are you eating quail?” Lame question, self, I thought. But it was the only thing I could think of right away.

“Why are you eating veal?” He countered. Ugh, so rude! Why did I even agree to this, geez I wish I could remind myself? I was just trying to be nice, I hadn’t even asked in a rude voice, only a curious one. I didn’t bother arguing. I wanted to have a good time. I wanted to be able to remember this night as a good night. I just stayed quiet, it was better that way.

Soon after, I really started asking myself why I had come. Why I had even agreed to this? And as if right on queue he finally spoke.

“Look I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you, and I apologize for being quiet, I just don’t know what to say to you. And, also apologize about earlier with the valet and all,” he said. He didn’t look like he was sorry about the valet incident, but he did look like he didn’t mean to snap at me. I don’t know how I was able to do it, but I could just read his face. It was weird that I could do that, and I instantly I felt really bad.

It was like he was really new to the whole dating scene. I was too, but he seemed newer than me. I hated to admit it but that’s what this was, I had realized too that I had even been calling it a date without even realizing.

“Don’t be sorry. It’s just . . . sometimes I can be pretty demanding and intimidating . . . sometimes. But I should be the one apologizing about the valet. I mean, how incredibly rude of me to practically swoon over a guy while I’m with another.”

“Don’t sweat it. I mean we’re only friends, and isn’t that what friends do; enjoy each others company?” The smile against his face was tight. It didn’t look comfortable, or right. Like if he was forcing it.

I hadn’t even considered us friends yet. I felt lump in my throat at the word friends but then it hit me. All we could be was friends, because in the end I might hurt his feelings and he seemed like a nice guy but,

Buddy, friends don’t chill like this, this is so a date. I said in my mind.

I looked at him, forced my own smile, and said, “Friends.” A few minutes passed by and I actually wanted to know what quail tasted like. Our food had been before us for a little while but not that long, and before I broke our silence the only thing that could be heard between the two of us was the sound of our forks and knives hitting the plates beneath our food.

“So being that we’re officially friends now, can I maybe uh-”, before I could finish he popped a small chunk of it into my mouth and I gagged. He, quickly, handed me a napkin and I disposed of the foul tasting fowl. I grabbed my glass of dare I say; Welch’s Grape Juice and practically funneled the whole thing down while waving for a waiter to bring me more. Avory told me that they didn’t carry Welch’s Grape Juice, but I just wasn’t hearing that. We were VIP and they had to cater to our desires, and I had desired Welch’s Grape Juice. I think a bus boy might have had to go get a bottle at the local super market. I do believe I caused a ruckus.

I looked at Avory, “Eww, what was that?”

“It’s rare. I thought you realized but I guess not.”

Again, I didn’t say anything; I was too disgusted, and afraid that if I did I would throw up. Had he really ordered his bird rare, right in front of me, and yet I hadn’t paid enough attention to know, or even realize.

After dinner was over Avory took me home in silence. I didn’t really care I liked it better like this. I was tired and full. I was glad that the air between us was tensionless now. It wasn’t as awkward as it had been in the restaurant.  For that I was thankful. Once my head hit my pillow I knocked out with the delicious, tart flavor of grape juice still in my mouth. I had to hand it to Avory, although the dinner had its down points, he sure had a way of making everything feel okay at the end.

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A/N I hope you enjyed :)