Back To You

Chapter 8

***Intense Scene Towards End***

"Voila!" Kasey exclaims" "my work here is done."

She leaves the room as I grab my wallet and an extra coat.

Kasey dress me in a pair of dark skinny jeans, a red thick long sleeve shirt and a black vest from Forever 21 that she bought the other day. Matching it with a pair of brown UGG boots, a red scarf and a silver bracelet and earring set, I was ready. She also curled my naturally straight hair and applied my makeup, so I had a natural look.

I was ready for my date with Blake.

Wow never in the past three years would I imagine that I said those words.

"Oh Bailey..." I hear Kasey's muffled voice coming from the living room. "Lover boy is here!"

I roll my eyes at her nickname for Blake and I hear him objecting to that nickname as well. Walking out of my room, I find Blake standing in the doorway with what looks like a dozen orange roses.

And when I say he looked fine, I meant that he looked absolutely mouth watering.

Wearing a pair of dark blue jeans, a red t-shirt, and his black leather jacket, I can't help but wonder what Kasey was up to.

"Kasey?" She poked her head into the hallway smiling. "Yesss?" She asked innocently. I glare at her and she looks at her naked wrist. "Oh would you look at the time. I've got to go take a shower. Bye!" And with that she leaves the room.

"Um you look nice..." Blake says to me.

"Of course you say that, we are pretty much matching." I say while laughing. "I can change." I say heading towards my room but Blake grabs my wrist gently.

"No you don't have to. It's fine." He says with a smile that pulls the strings of my heart.

I chuckle as he grabs my hand and leads me out of my dorm.

***

"Are we there yet?" I ask, getting awfully tired of this long drive. "We have been in this truck for hours now."

Blake rolls his eyes before glancing at me. "We've been in this truck for 20 minutes."

I groan. Why did he always have to be right? Not that I'd ever admit that to him.

"Too late Sunshine." He adds with his killer smirk.

He must have heard my sharp intake of breath because he immediately started apologizing again.

I shoo him claiming it's alright. The rest of the ride is filled with an uncomfortable silence.

Not even five minutes later, we pulled into the parking lot of a small park.

"Come on." Blake says while grabbing a picnic basket and a blanket from the back of his truck.

How did I miss that?

"Ooooo" I squealed. "Are we having a picnic?"

He laughed at my outburst. "Why of course my dear. Anything for you."

Holding his free hand, we make our way down a small path into a clearing that over looked a small stream and a couple trees.