Tiny Little Needles

Chapter 9

Alyssa's POV, 6:35. Saturday 25th, June.

It was time.

I was wearing my favourite outfit which was my black ripped up jeans and tight dark lace purple blouse with a belt. My makeup was done differently this time, instead of the usual black eyeliner, it was black winged eyeliner with mascara and black lipstick. I tried on different chokers and settled for a black lace one and a small, thin silver ring on my index finger. I walked downstairs and waited at the front door nervously, slipping my foot in and out of my black converse repeatedly. I know this was just out to dinner with him, but I was still nervous as fuck and felt little butterflies in the pit of my stomach. I waited till my phone pinged with a text message from Alex, telling me he has arrived. I slipped on the shoes and yelled to my parents that I was going, then swung the front door open and stepped out onto the porch in the warm summer evening, where I could see Alex's moms rusty red truck parked at the lawn. I waved to him through the open window and stepped forwards to the car door, and swung the creaky door open and took a seat in the passenger side. I looked at Alex nervously and smiled.

"You ready?" He asked me, putting his hand on the gear shift and turned the keys.

"Yes."

The engine roared to life and Alex pulled off of the driveway, turning on the radio not too loud, but loud enough, and down the street and took a couple lefts then rights down the towns roads, and then arrived at the large 80's style restaurant with a slanted roof with neon signs and the American flag hanging on the pole right outside. Alex hopped out of the car first, pulling the keys out of the ignition then opening my side of the door and helping me out since getting out of a Ram1500 in untied converse while being 5,3 was a life or death situation. We then walked slowly up to the front doors of the restaurant, Alex softly held my hand as we walked in the busy place. After some deliberations on where to sit, we settled at a two seater booth by the large glass window looking over highway 70. I sat down in the plush bright red cushion with Alex sitting in front of me. There were already colourful menus set up with forks and knives with ketchup and mustard, so I took one of the menus and flipped through the laminate pages till I found what I was looking for. Chicken wings. You see, every time I go to any kind of restaurant, I always buy their chicken wings because their my favourite. And this restaurant has probably the best wings (in my opinion,) in the state of Arizona. I mentally decided on the saucy, spicy hot ones and then my drink, which I decided as Root beer.

"You know what your gonna get?" Alex asked me from across the table.

"Yup. Chicken wings and Root beer,"

"Ya' know there's Root beer floats too," he stated, pointing to the selection on his menu.

"Oh, then I'll go for that," I chimed.

"Okay. And I'll go for... some... very rare steak... medium sized fries... some Coco Cola... And onion rings," he said slowly.

"Are you sure you can eat all of that?" I asked him laughing.

"No, we can split the fries and onion rings if you'd like?" He offered kindly.

"Sure," I blushed brightly. Alex's hand slipped into mine from under the table as an old 70's disco love song played from above us. The rest of the Diner was quite alive, it'd obviously be kinda crammed on a Saturday evening near the end of school days. The soft buzzing of the air conditioning and voices of other people talking made it seem kinda awkward so I decided to bring up some sort of conversation.

"I honestly can't wait till we go camping," I told Alex.

"Ugh, I know. I just wished they set the date earlier,"