On My Doorstep [Editing]

Chapter 13

FAWN

I'm such a terrible person. 

Well, I'm not a terrible person. But, what I'm doing is not good.

Kevin.

We haven't done anything yet, which is the proper way to go. I mean, this is our first date.

Technically it shouldn't even be happening.

In a way, it's our second date because I asked him out during our first. That was such a bold move. I'm surprised I even did it.

Just... His eyes, his hair... That smile...

Dammit, Fawn!

I'm planning my wedding! I'm getting married to Trent! I shouldn't be tangling myself up in this sticky situation!

But, I wouldn't mind getting tangled up in somebody...

Stop!

"Fawn?" I heard Kevin ask. My head snapped quickly in his direction, a tight-lipped smile on my face.

"Yes?"

His gaze flicks between my eyes, and I can see that he's questioning my odd behaviour. Nevertheless, he gives me a smile and disregards it, "what movie do you want to see?"

I mouth an 'oh', having completely forgotten where we were standing in the midst of my thoughts. As I look over the options on the screens in front of us, nothing is really sparking my interest. I shrug, more than once, then turn to him.

"You pick."

******

"It's a metaphor."

I look over at Kevin, who appears to be engulfed in this movie. This situation was pleasantly unexpected, with his movie and snack choices. I wasn't expecting to come and see a special re-screening of this very dramatic, tragic, and romantic movie about two teens in love.

It's not even the fact that he chose the movie, because guys can enjoy dramatic romance and that's cool. Nowadays, it's quite nice to come across men who aren't afraid to display their sensitivity. Well, of course there's a time, place, and other factors. But, my point is quite simple.

I had just hoped I wouldn't have to watch a dramatic romance. I'm a big fan of romance novels, romantic comedy in movies, and love songs. I have a large collection of Johanna Lindsey novels in a bookcase in my room, which I dive into shamelessly every Saturday and Sunday. I love the Northanger Abbey movie, and JJ Feild is swoon worthy.

But, I do not like these kinds of movies! I just can't stand the cliche inevitable death and the whole, "let's love each other while we can" bit. There are most definitely many real-life cases where people do have to love while they can. But, come on, it's getting kind of old.

Then again, I laugh probably over one-hundred times a day and watch certain rom-coms and comedies over fifteen times.

Each.

I should've picked the movie myself... We could have seen, no we should have seen Civil War! Goodness, Chris Evans. Man, I just love him. The way he rocks that tight uniform. He gets me smiling, and shifting in my seat little bit... Hmm...

Maybe it's better that we didn't watch that one together. I'd rather Kev not see me drooling over another guy.

Wait, Kev?

'He is the other guy! You're with Trent, remember?' I thought, kicking myself inwardly. 

In reality, I shouldn't be on this date, in this theatre, in this comfy chair with some yummy snacks next to a very yummy man...