To Hell and Back

4

"Where exactly are we going?" I asked as we got into his car.

"We are going to paint the town." He replied with a mischievous

smile.

"Oh dear," I grumbled, "We are totally going to get arrested."

"Hey now, don't think like that." He scolded playfully.

"What!" I shrieked,

"You mean it's an actual possibility that we could get arrested?"

"I said don't think like that." He replied before turning his eyes back to the road.

I gave him a glare before looking out the window.

"So is this like a date?" I asked suddenly.

"Isn't that pretty obvious by now?" He said, giving me a duh look.

"It wasn't," I said quietly, "I honestly thought we were going because you felt sorry for me."

"You Miss Anastasia have the worst self-esteem levels on the planet. I'm going to change that." Julian declared, looking right at me.

"I do not, and watch the road I don't want to die so soon." I ordered with a shake of my head at his announcement.

He just chuckled lightly and focused his attention on driving. The rest of the car ride was spent in silence as I bobbed my head to the tunes on the radio and Julian tapped his thigh to the beat as he drove.

We eventually pulled up on a busy street outside a club. I gave him a look and he gave me one back.

"Relax, we're not going to a club. There's a restaurant next to it that I want to take you to." He laughed, before jumping out the car to open my door for me.

I placed my hand in his so he could help me out of the car and he didn't let go as he shut the door and we made our way to a hidden doorway next to the very neon club.

The restaurant was a quaint little place that I never expected anyone like Julian to find; however, as I'm slowly coming to learn he's full of surprises.

The place we stepped into was a burger restaurant and I couldn't have been happier. A burger was exactly what I needed. The smells that wafted in from the tiny kitchen as we sat down at our table nearly had me drooling in anticipation.

"I really hope you're not one of those girls who don't like to eat anything other than a salad in case you get fat.

"Do I look like the kind of girl to do that?" I shot back slightly offended.

"Yes." He said, shrugging.

"You sir, are seriously judgemental." I muttered.

"Can I ask you a question? He asked suddenly, "Although it may seem slightly strange."

I gave him a cautious look but nodded my head.

"Do you have hair?"

"Do I have hair? Are you seriously asking me if I have hair?" I sputtered, completely shocked at his question.

"Well yes," He said, nodding, "I mean, you can't blame me, I've never seen you without a beanie."

"No." I sighed, going along with his ridiculous question, "I don't have hair."

"Woah, this is the first time I've ever been on a date with a bald lady." He pointed out, genuinely entranced by the fact.

"So does your head get cold when you don't have your beanie on?" He asked.

"Yes, which is why, I generally have my beanie on all the time." I shrugged, smiling quietly to myself.

"That is weird." He commented, fascinated by the whole idea.

I just rolled my eyes at him but he seemed completely oblivious to all the bull-crap I was feeding him. We spent the rest of the date getting to know each other. Turns out he's actually a really interesting person. I was surprised by how much we had in common; we're both the same age which for me is always a turn on, we like the same type of music- R&B and Pop, we both prefer comedy type movies, we both like adventure type books (also, it's a serious bonus that he likes books), and just other small miscellaneous things.

Once we had finished dinner, which he graciously paid for, we got back into the car.

"That was really nice thank you," I smiled, turning to face Julian.

"It's a pleasure, I had fun too." He replied, with a turn up of his lips.

"So are we going back to the dorm now?" I asked, playing with the sleeve of my pink sweater.

"What? No! Of course not, we're going to go paint the town." He said, looking at me like I had grown a second head.

"It was an honest question. I legitimately thought the date was over." I mumbled.

"Oh man, when was the last time you went on a date?" He groaned.

"I am not answering that question." I frowned.

"Why," He teased, "Is it an embarrassing answer?

"No." I shot, folding my arms across my chest in defence.

"Cause that reaction didn't make it obvious at all." He said mockingly.

"Shut up." I pouted.