The Boyfriend Diaries

22) If a guy goes to kiss you, throw him down a hill

    Chapter Twenty-Two: If a guy goes to kiss you, throw him down a hill

    “Mm. That was delicious.” I said after eating the last chip on my plate and resting the knife and fork across it.

    “Glad you liked it.” Darren said, he had long since finished his dinner. He was straight into his food like a pig in a trough, and spent the last ten minutes staring at me while I ate, occasionally bringing up the odd question to which I would ungracefully mutter a reply through a mouthful of food.

    “Still hungry for dessert?”

    “Oh, not for me thank you.” I kindly declined. “I'm so full. I don't think a dessert would fit.”

    He chuckled, but somehow he looked relieved. Darren then looked away from me for the first time in ages and gestured for the nearest waiter to give us the bill before we could leave. I gulped down the last of my water and while he wasn't looking checked to make sure the clips under the wig were still secure.

    We waited a few short minutes before the waiter returned with the bill and instead of paying up at the cash register he handed the waiter a number of notes for him to do it himself, with an added tip for his services. With a smile, the waiter dashed off to put the money in the register and Darren and I got up from our seats. Ever the gentleman Darren helped me up onto my feet, as if I couldn't do it myself, but I let him without causing a fuss.

    Remembering the tiny over-shoulder bag Liss had let me borrow for the night, I let Darren guide me through the restaurant and out the doors. We turned left and walked down the street, the sun slowly descending through the sky. I felt Darren's hand slip from my back to my arm, where he slyly wrapped his hand around mine.

    I looked up at him in surprise but he just smile down at me silently. I smiled back, I guess this was normal behaviour to hold hands on a date. Nothing to be on edge about, Shay. Calm down.

    “Where are we going?” I asked him.

    “You'll see.” He didn't give me any more hints or clue and it all seemed rather cryptic. I noticed that we were leaving the busy town behind us and strolling through the suburban area. There were less and less people around and I began to wonder what Darren was up to.

    We stopped at a big metal gate. I peeked through and saw that it was a park, a big private park, with flowers and statues and benches all the way up a hill, I couldn't help but wonder what you could see when you got to the top of that hill.

    I could see Darren was getting impatient, he was looking up and down the darkening street.

    “What are we doing here?”

    “Just wait, Naomi. It'll be worth it.”

    What will be worth it? I frowned but didn't ask any further questions because I knew he would then find me annoying. It wasn't long before a security guard passed us by, dressed in blue and black uniform with a flash light in one hand, and a pot belly that hung over his belt. He seemed to recognise Darren.

    “You're early. I was patrolling the perimeter.” He said, not even sparing a second of his time to give me an acknowledging glance.

    “Don't worry about it, Officer. You got the key?”

    “Yeah I got the key.” He huffed, reaching deep into his trouser pockets to retrieve it. He then moved past us both, practically shoving me out of the way to put the key into the padlock that secured the gate. He unlocked it and opened one side up for us. “You got half an hour.”