Chapter 7: Blossoming Love part 2
I am sitting outside on my front porch when Andy pulls up I his car. I sigh when I see him. I stand up and walk over to the car. He rolls down the window.
"Hey, I believe you are expecting me." He says very flirty.
"I think I am." I reply and smile.
He opens the car door and I get in. He roles up the window as I get in. When I close the door, Andy takes my hand and kisses it. I blush.
"There you go, turning all red again and cute again." He says this while he pinches my cheek. Not to hard but just right.
"Ok. So what are we doing tonight." I say excited.
"Well, I thought we would do things differently." He says romantically.
"Ooohhh. I like the sound of that." I say excited.
Andy begins to drive. Our hands are interlocked. I look out the window at the beautiful pink trees aliening the street. After several minutes, we arrive at Andy's. He gets out and runs to my side of the car. He opens the door and takes my hand. We walk to the door and he unlocks the door. He takes my coat and hangs it up. He takes my hand and pulls me into the living room. It is so romantically set up. The room is dimly lit. The fire place is ablaze. There are chocolates on the coffee table. I smile and my mouth drops.
"What... What is this?" I ask shocked.
"It is for you." He says.
He gestures me to sit down so I do. He takes a seat next to me and turns on the television. When it turned on, the menu of Moulin Rouge.
"How???" I gasped.
"I ran into your brother, he's noticed us together and I guess kind of connected the dots so when I was about to ask him, he kind of gave me a summary of things you like and Moulin Rouge was one of them." He says compassionately.
I look at Andy. He looks back at me. I lean my head on his shoulder. He sighs and hits play. He then puts down the remote, takes my hand, and rests his head on mine. We sit there for the entire movie without moving once. It felt... so normal. I don't know. All I do know is that even though this somewhat of a stereotypical first date, I love it so far. When the movie was over, he turned off the television.
"Time to make dinner." He said enthusiastically. "And you are going to help me." He added quickly after.
"Sure. I love to cook anyway." I replied happily.
We both got up and headed to the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and started taking out ingredients. Just by the first couple of ingredients, I knew what he was making.
"Let me guess, Chicken parmesan bites?" I ask like a know it all.
"Yep." He replies chuckling. "Where on earth did you get that name for them?"
"What!? It was on the fly and anyway, I think that, that is a cute name for them." I say trying to convince him.
"Hey. I never meant anything by it. Anyway, I was lucky that Aaron knew where you recipe book was so I could learn a couple of things."
"Like what?" I ask curiously.
"You'll see later." He replies.
Ugh! I hate when he does that but then again, that is why I like him. Things that normally bother me don't bother me when he does it. Instead, he makes me laugh and smile. I start chopping up the ingredients needed for the sauce when he starts dealing with the chicken. I can't stop thinking about him. Soon, everything is in the oven and cooking. We wash our hands... Well, it was more like Andy washing mine. When he was done drying off my hands, he realized how baby soft they are. I put my right hand against his soft face and he closes is eyes. Before he reopens the, I give him a little baby kiss. I then run into the living room laughing. He laughs too. He leans in the arch way watching me when I take a seat on the couch.
"Chris... I know that we barely know each other and that we just met, but is it possible to fall in love with someone just like that?" He says that right as he snaps.
"I don't know but no matter what someone might say against the idea, right now, I believe that I feel the same exact way." I reply slowly.
Andy starts to walk over to me after that comment. I lean back on the couch. He leans over me and... the door bell rings. I let out a big "ugh!" and so does he. I sit back up as he foes to the door. He opens it and that is when I thought things should have gotten weird. But... they didn't which was even weirder than my original thought.
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