Red Cure (on hold)

Part 7

September 10 2039 7:52 am

I don’t know what I should do. He knows I like him, I know he likes me. Where do we go from here? I suppose I should let him take the initiative since he’s the ‘man’. I wish I could ask Marine Stevens. I’ve never dated before; I never even liked anyone before Peter. There must be some way to figure out what to do.

Maybe I should ask Peter what we should do. He’s probably dated before. Yeah, that’s what I’ll do.

8:49 am

I really was going to ask him, I had it all planned out and everything. I did, really. When I got dressed and came downstairs I heard noises in the kitchen and was welcomed by the smell of pancakes. I moved towards the enticing smells.

“Good morning.” I said as I stepped through the kitchen door.

“Good morning.” He said. He kissed me on the forehead as he went by with a plate in his hands toward the stove.

“Where did you get the eggs?” I asked sitting down at the kitchen table. The kitchen had been a mess when we found the house. This morning it was spotless. He cleaned the kitchen before he started making breakfast. Wiped down the counters, washed the dusty utensils and swept the floors; then he made breakfast. When did he fall from heaven? 

“The people who used to live here had some free range chickens that are still laying eggs.” He said smiling at me as he flipped an omelet. He looked so handsome working away at our breakfast. An easy look of happiness rested on his face and a towel over his shoulder.

“Breakfast is almost done.” He said flipping a pancake onto a plate with ease. Five minutes later we were sitting across from each other eating the breakfast of my dreams.

Gosh, that was corny. We talked a little bit about random things like we usually do. We talked about Marine Stevens and after that we finished our meal in an easy silence.

He washed the dishes and put everything away. And I didn’t just sit there I offered to help but he wouldn’t let me. So there. He went upstairs for a while and I went into the living room. He came down wearing his jacket and strapping a knife to his leg. He probably had more hidden elsewhere. I know I would.

“Where are we going?” I asked getting up and walking towards where he stood beside the front door. 

“I’m going up the road to see if there’s a town nearby where I can steal a car. You are going to stay here.” He said opening the door just enough to peek out.

“What makes you think I won’t just follow you?” I asked putting my hands on my hips.

“You won’t. I should be back before dark.” He said. He leaned down and kissed my cheek with a smile before he left out the door.

I haven’t left. Darn his trust.

The thing is I never asked him that all important question of where we’re going. He seems to have some sort of plan so I’ll just go with it.

September 10 2039 11:52 am

I have no plan. None, I’ve never dated before. I’ve never felt this way before and I have no idea how to proceed. I had to go out alone for a while because she was all too attractive and I found myself wanting to kiss her lips and not her forehead. 

I have this sort of plan I guess. Really it’s more of a feeling than a plan. I’m trying not to kiss her. Not unless she seems willing, not until she’s ready. Ready for what I don’t know really. Ready to make a commitment I guess? The problem is when I kissed her forehead last night she seemed more than willing and I had to make the choice to respect unspoken boundaries.