I Choose You

Chapter Eleven - Love and Stuff

I sat in my bed, glad I was out of the hospital. they detoxed me and the next day I was sent home. I felt like a man out of slavery; an adopted dog running on his first walk; a baby taking his first steps; a bird flying out of its cage; it was amazing. I was in there for a week too long - as in the whole time.

I was texting Jess. I had come to really, really like her. She had this amazing personality that made me happy no matter how I was feeling, and don't even get me started on her looks. She had long, blonde hair, blue eyes; it was official - she is perfect. The funny part was she never believed me, though. It was highly annoying, since I was obviously correct.

No matter how much I wanted her to like me back, she never would. I knew for a fact she was pansexual, but that meant nothing. We would, sadly, never be anything more than friends. And the it happened.

alex I have to tell u somethin...I like u. a lot. don't hate me?

Okay, so maybe it was kind of predictable, but still! I stared at my phone until I realized answering may be a smart idea. I didn't want her to think I didn't like her. Or that I hated her. Both of them were the most untrue things ever. I answered back:

call me xx

Not to my surprise, she called back two or three minutes later.

"Hey..." she said

"Hello, Jessie."

"So? Gunna profess your hate to me over the phone?"

"Actually," I took a nervous breath, "I wanted to know if you were busy tomorrow."

"No, why?"

"You got time to take a few hour ride?"

"I got all the time in the world. What you planning, Mr. Bertie?"

"I'm bringing you on a date. Its gonna be the best you've ever been on."

"Are you just saying this?"

"Nope. Text me now."

"Alright," and then the dial tone rang. A minute later, my phone vibrated in my hand. 

what r u plannin

I smiled, she still didn't believe I wanted to take her on a date. Now it was my turn to not believe. Why would she think that?

im thinkin park. food. anythin u want, Jessica :)

And just like that, I had a date with Jessica Green. It was crazy. Weird things happen at weird times, let me tell you.

I mean, yesterday I was sitting in the hospital, calming myself from getting too nervous about detox. Now I'm home and I have a date tomorrow. Even for a while, I forgot that a crazy stalker was out to kill me or injure me or whatever they wanted to do. It never went away, though. My life was still at danger.

For now, everything seemed at peace. Everything was okay. I decided (since its been forever) to watch Sherlock while I felt safe enough to do so. I owed this spur of safety to Jessie. I really did.

[A/N: I wanted to update over the weekend as a treat for 200 reads but I didn't bc wattpad is a jerk. It wouldn't let me publish and/or save it! Sorry about that. Um, yea. Keep reading, THANK YOU SO MUCH]