Jack's Girl

28: A Date....

Train stations in Ireland are far better then the ones in New York. Enough said. But being cramped with a ton of strangers plus a guy you've been sharing an apartment with for only a short while is a little awkward.

You might as well be sitting in Sean's lap. And if you wanted to look out the window, which you did anyway, you'd be pushing Sean into his seat. You didn't notice right off the bat because you've never really been sight seeing in Ireland. You wanted to see everything.

You and Sean walk from the train station to the hair solan. You poke fun at Sean about the name.

Sean gets his hair done and blushes when you give him two thumbs ups. The dark blue/green was something new then his dull green from before. It looked so fluffy you couldn't resist from touching it. So you did. Sean flinched.

"What are you doing?" Sean giggles.

"It looks so fluffy." You say all giddy.

"So your first instinct is to pet my head?" Sean jokes.

"Yes." You say like a pouty little kid.

Sean leans over for you to pet his newly dyed hair and you light up. You pet the shiny hair for a few seconds before stopping. You thought about giving him a kiss on the head. You were in perfect reach.

"Rasp?" Sean says, still leaning toward you.

"Oh yeah." You snap back to reality. Shaking the thought of that kiss out of your mind, you and Sean continue your walk to the city park.

There must have been an event at the park today because there where arts and crafts, venders, and street performers. You saw a few high school bands in their warm up arcs and got excited.

"Must be a music festival." Sean says. "You still want to stay?"

"Of course I do!! I love music!! I used to be in band in high school!!" You say excitedly.

"Really? What instrument?" Sean asks. You tell him your answer and he smiles.

"Sounds like you." He adds. You shove him at his remark.

For the rest of the day you both strolled through the park. You looked at all the arts and crafts and watched as many performances as you could. And of course you couldn't leave without eating some of that amazing food.

The sun was starting to set now. You and Sean were sitting on a set of steps eating a funnel cake while another band played off in the distance. You could faintly make out the tune. It was nothing you have ever heard but Sean seemed to be enjoying himself.

You study his fetchers. His smile made his jaw tense and chiseled. His forehead was perfectly covered by his hair.

You must have been staring because Sean looked back at you.

"What? Do I have powdered sugar on my face?" He asks obliviously.

"No. It's nothing." You say, dreamily looking into his eyes. Sean does the same.

He leans in.

You lean back and look down at your shoes.

What are you doing? He doesn't want to be with you? Why are you acting this way?!

Sean gets up and throws the scraps of funnel cake and napkins away. He comes back to you and reaches out his hand.

You unconsciously take it.

Sean's grip was fairly tight. Just like you thought it would be. He was a man after all.

You both hold hands the whole walk to the train station. On the train you still hold hands but you could finally tell how tired you were. You rest your head on Sean's shoulder and slowly close your eyes.