Intoxicated

Twelve

Dave unlocked the car doors when we broke away and I smiled.

Hearts and flowers meant more...right?

"What are you going to do for the rest of the day?" Dave asked, falling into step beside me once we'd both gotten out of the car. He grabbed my bag from my hands and I shot him a surprised look, one that he ignored as he led the way to my dorm.

"Well, I haven't hung out with Brianna for a while."

"You hung out with her yesterday?"

I smile at that. Did that mean he wanted to spend more time with me?

"I know, but I haven't really hung out with her. She'll probably want to talk about stuff."

"Stuff as in me?" Dave shot me a worried look.

"I won't say anything about what you told me." I reassure and he nods.

Dave pauses while I scan my keycard at dorm entrance and the doors click, unlocking. He pulls it open silently and waits for me to walk through.

I didn't know what to think. On one hand, Dave was acting nice and this was probably the longest we had gone without arguing over something or without his mood drastically changing and that alone made me wonder just how long it would last.

If he sincerely liked me and cared about me, I hoped this meant that we wouldn't scream at each other anymore. At least not as often.

"I think I'll run some errands while you hang out with her."

We entered the elevator and Dave pressed the button for the fifth floor.

"So about Thanksgiving..." Dave asked, using his free hand to rub the back of his neck.

I suddenly remembered the conversation we had in the awkward pretend date with Bri and Sam.

"Do you have to come?" I asked. I wasn't exactly keen on introducing him to my parents or my brother when we had only decided five minutes ago that there could be something more than just a few kisses here and there in this.

"Do you want me to?" Dave asked, getting out first.

"Not really." I admitted, following him.

Dave looked down at me, frowning. "Why not?"

His voice sounded guarded and my heart lurched. Were we about to fight again? I didn't want to. Not when we'd gone for a whole fifteen minutes without it and definitely not in my dorm hallway where there were literally about five other students walking down it. Three of which were girls who all goggled Dave with hungry eyes as soon as they caught sight of him.

"Because they would think it's weird." I stopped by my door.

"Can we talk about this later? I don't want to fight." I sighed.

"We don't have to." Dave stubbornly said.

"Do you want to come?"

I wondered if Bri was behind the door. It wasn't exactly like the one Dave had in the third room of his apartment so if she was, she could probably hear everything we were saying.

Dave's jaws clenched. "I don't care."

"Okay. Issue solved. You won't come." I retorted, nose crinkling in confusion as I did so.

So why was he acting all pissy if he didn't care? Why was he making this a bigger thing than it actually was? He didn't have to come and I didn't want to introduce him to my family just yet so it was a win-win.