Can I Be Your Superman

Forgetfulness and Dates Part 2

Hello, my Lovelies. As promised, here is your little tiny short update. I'll be back from my spring break vacation in a little more than a week and then it'll probably be a few days before I get another one up cuz I'll have to write it etc etc etc....  

I'm telling you rightnow. It's not edited. My poor editor has to study for exams... not that I blame her in any way.... So, to FreeFallinLover, we all send good luck and best wishes on your exams! I know you'll ace them, hun!!! :) :) :)

Anyhow, enjoy what I've got for you, please leave me comments and I'll answer them as best I can from my phone, but no promises this time.... mostly cuz if it doesn't work out i don't want to break your precious hearts....  

Anyhow, on with the show!!  

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The reply was quick to come. *Can I pick you up in 20? It's a little bit easier.*  

Mentally groaning, I respond with an affirmative answer.  

I hope Ian can get to my place fast enough. Otherwise, I'm extremely scared of the results.  

I noticed that the closer we get to my house, thequieterthat he gets. I considered asking him why, but decided against it; I had other things to worry about.  

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As Ian pulled up to my house, I turned to thank him. i understood time was of the essence, but I couldn't be rude after such an amazing time with him.  

"Thanks for taking me out today; i had a great time."  

"Yeah, whatever."  

Eyebrows drawing together in confusion, I asked, "What?"  

"Would you get out of my car?! Go!!"  

With shock clearly displayed on my face, I exited his car and shut the door only for him to leave me in the dust on the sidewalk. What a strange boy. First he's nice, then he gets nicer, then he turns into a total dirtbag. What is wrong with him? Does he have a personality disorder? Or is he just bipolar?  

Frowning in my thoughts, i realized i was wasting precious time. Rushing to the door, I yanked it open and ran up to my apartment. i texted Ethan as I went, asking for another five minutes. Stupid me didn't realize that i should have watched who as out and about because I ran into Rose just in front of my apartment.  

"Hey, tiger. Where are you going in such a rush? And are those my boots?"  

"Upstairs, must change, gotta leave, yes," i replied, breathless from running up the stairs to our third story.  

"Going on a date?" questioned Rose slyly.  

"Maybe, i'm seeing Ethan," I managed, while running into my apartment  

"Weren't you just with Ian?"  

I stopped. Oh god. This will not end well. Turning around, I felt my eyes wide and my mouth hanging open in dread. rose was standing in front of me, a picture of ease, and smiling smugly as she noticed my facial expression.  

"Rose, I--"  

She laughed, "Oh, I don't care. i say do them both and whoever's better at it, date him." Rose was howling as she took in my newexpression- one of extreme shock and embarrassment.  

Her entire demeanor changed as my eyes teared up. "Oh, hunny, I was joking. There, there. it was a joke in bad taste, I'm sorry love."  

"Oh, Rosie. I don't know who to choose!! i care about Ethan, but I think I like Ian, too," i wailed.