Call You Mine

What about that ride?

I walked over to the window of the car and bent down. 'I'm soaking wet I don't want to ruin your car.' I said.
'Ah no big deal id rather have a ruined car with a pretty girl in it.' He said smoothly.

Damn.

He motioned with his head for me to get in and the idea was growing on me. Eventually the pros weighed out the cons and I got in.

'..Thanks, again.' I said, he was a really generous person. 'It's no problem. So tell me Calla, what is there to do around here?' He asked, curiosity lining every word. 'Well if you drive out of our neighbourhood and take the first left and continue down the road there's a small town with arcades and cinemas and stuff, it's actually quite fun.' I said recalling memories of birthday parties and early teen years spent in the small town. 'You'll have to take me there some time.' He said.

'Yeah, sure, whenever you want.' I replied, not sure what he was asking.
'How about tomorrow at 6?' He said with the same sleekit smile drawn across his face from earlier on.

Does he mean a date? Ok I've known him around 20 minutes there's no way he's asking me on a date I'm no where near interesting enough to make someone want to go on a date with me in 20 minutes.
'Sure sounds.. Sounds good.' I said as he pulled into his driveway.

'Well, this is us..'

'Sure is..' I said as I unbuckled my seatbelt and stood outside his house.
'I'd invite you in but the place is a mess with all the cardboard boxes and stuff.' He said sounded slightly disappointed.
'It's okay, I understand.. Wanna come to mine then?' I said out of nowhere.

Michael was glad every time I brought a friend home. He thought I was a social outcast the first three months of school because I had not one friend. Things changed as soon as I started wearing makeup and dressing nice. They changed a lot.

'Yeah sure, I mean you do kinda owe me for the ride and drink.' He said jokingly.
'Hey! Who's taking you out tomorrow and showing you around huh?' I said nudging him slightly.
'Yeah, yeah whatever sweetie.' He said as he slipped his keys into his pocket and followed me across the road.

I opened the door and lay my keys on the table beside it. I walked into the kitchen and stood behind the island, leaning against it. 'Can I get you anything?' I said as I lay the bag of oreos and noodles on the counter.
'I'm fine but thank you.' He said as he took a seat at the island. I put away my purchased items and turn all my attention to him.
'Lets go' I said grabbing his arm and bringing him to the living room. He sat on the couch and made himself comfortable. 'Wanna watch a movie or something?' I asked awkwardly.
'In more interested in getting to know you.' I said as he looked me dead in the eye. Wow.
'Okay..' I said as I plopped myself down beside him. 'Names Calla Fox, but you already know that. I'm 16 and a Taurus. Mom and dad died five years ago so I'm here living with my brother.' I said. 'And yourself?'
'Okay, William Wheaton, you know. I'm 17 and no idea what my star sign is. I have no siblings although I would have wanted a little sister. I like being out of the house a lot because my parents fight, more than the average couple I guess you could say.' He said with no emotion in his voice.
'Why'd you guys move out here?' I asked since we were trying to get to know each other.
'My dad left us for a while back in Oregon. We had financial problems and shit. When my dad decided to stop fooling around with women half his age, he came back. They wanted to move out here for a fresh start or something.'
'Oh I see, I'm so sorry.' I honestly didn't know what to say.
'Hah, it's not your fault, nothing for you to be sorry for.' He said with a broken smile. 'But anyway enough with that sad crap, tell me more about yourself Calls.' He sounded genuinely interested.

We got to know each other more that night.

'Hey what time do you have to be home for?' I asked as I looked at the clock. It read 11.59pm. 'Cus it's midnight right now.'
'I guess I better head now..' He said. 'Got a pen?' He asked quickly like he nearly forgot. I nodded and got up to grab him one. Why did he want a pen? I returned to the sofa and reached my hand out for him to grab the pen. He grabbed it, and my hand. He turned my hand over and began writing. He was left handed too.

'There we go.' He said handing me back the pen. 'What is it?' I asked curiously.
'My number, sweetcakes. Good night.' He said, and with that, he let himself out.

Wow he was really something.