The entire time leading up to your date your mind was on him. You couldn't wait to see him again. No one at school ever really liked you, you didn't really fit in. The only boy's that liked you were the boys that weren't your type. Your 'type' of course was bad boy emos. I mean, who could blame you? Their fucking hot! Fortunately there was a group of emo guys at your school, their leader was Gage. And you were about to be picked up by him. You stood outside on your front lawn looking up and down your street for any signs of him. He already called to tell you that he was just down the road from your house. You didn't tell him your address so you wondered how the hell he knew were you lived. In fact you very much doubted that you would ever see him drive down your street. Just in case you leaned against your house, in hopes of looking casual, like you've been on dates with someone this hot before. Like it was a normal thing.
And then something caught your eye, a red Van. It slowly crept up your street. You squinted your eyes, trying to see the driver. You couldn't see who was behind the wheel until they got closer. You sighed in defeat when you saw that it was only (Neighbor's name) driving their kid to soccer practice. They waved at you and you returned the gesture.
You were so confined in being pissed off that you didn't notice the black Mustang, until it pulled up by your house. You turned your head to look at the flashy car. Loud music was playing from the inside although the windows were rolled up so it only sounded like mumbles rather than lyrics. The Driver rolled down the passenger window and peered at you. It of course was Gage Prosperity.
He had on his classic black leather jacket on -even though it was 95 degrees outside- and reflection glasses. Just to say, he looked BAD. ASS.
"Well you look good." He said moving his sunglasses to his nose and turning the music down so that it was barely audible anymore.
"I could say the same for you." You said.
When did I become so bold? You thought. You never would say that in any other placement. Why the hell would you do it now?
You opened the passenger seat and sat down in the nice cool car.
"I like your car." You looked around in it.
You though boys were supposed to be messy but Gage's car was cleaner than your own. It has black leather seats and a dark hazel wood stash board. It smelt like his piney sweet cologne that you loved so much. It also had a very high-tech looking stereo system.
"Thanks I pieced it together myself." Gage answered.
At first you thought he was joking but his face showed that he wasn't. He pulled away from your house and onto the street.
"Wait. For real?" You asked, a little confused.
You've seen cars that were made up of other cars of course, but none were this well made.
"Yeah I'm kind of a car junkie. My dad is a mechanic, owns his own shop and everything. I'm just following in his foot steps I guess. " Gage explained.
This was the first thing you learned about his home life.
" Is that what you want to be?" You asked.
Who knew, maybe he was being pressured by his dad into the family business or something.
" No. I want to be...a ballerina." He said with a smile cracked on his face.
You both bursted out laughing at the thought of the bad-ass Gage, prancing around on stage in tights.
"Thank god I'm only joking, that would be scary for everyone." He joked, " No, actually I really do have a passion for mechanics. I don't really know why. But I don't want to continue his business." He paused for a moment before continuing with his thought.
" It's kind of stupid but I want to be a mechanic for the NASCAR drivers. Or like, design and build my own cars and sell them." He turned the steering wheel right, now going to Baskin Robins.
"Gage that's not stupid at all. I think that's a great idea!" You said.
You were glad to find a male that had goals other than getting to second base on the first date.
"Well you'd be the first to say that." Gage whispered and turned his head away from you.
You knew that that sentence wasn't made for you to hear so you acted like you didn't. Gage pulled the car into an empty spot in the parking lot. When he pulled the key out of the ignition you were reluctant to get out of the nice cool car. It was hot as shit outside. But, you had to so you did.
Of course when you opened the car door a rush of hot air hit you like opening an oven.
"Eew. Its hot as balls out here." You said out of habit.
You looked at Gage to see if he heard you. He did.
"Ew?" He said confused. He tilted his head like a litte puppy and your heart skipped a beat.
You blushed and he just kindly smiled at you. You liked the way he smiled, like it was only ment to be seen by you and YOU only. Like he didn't smile around anyone else.
"Come on, lets get out of this hot as balls heat." he teased.
You felt your face get hot again. Gage held the door open for you like a gentlemen and you stepped in. It was nice and cool inside so the sweat that was building up on your body disappeared. Your nose was suddenly took over by the sickly sweet smell of the cold ice cream. Gage came in after you and looked around just as you did before. You could'nt help but smile at the irony of big bad Gage in a ice cream shop, on a date. Was that what this all is? Was this a date? Your mind wandered off, wondering and daydreaming about what it would be like to be Gage's girlfriend. Sitting with him, seeing him every day, kissing him... You knew that none of this could actually happen. He was tough, protective, and wild, you were none of those things. You thought you didn't have a chance.
"Hey, what do you want?" An employee asked from behind the counter-of-many-ice-treats.
"Uh," you skimmed through the cold deserts with your eyes, " (Ice Cream), please." You said.
The guy nodded and began piling it in a cone.
"Ah! I haven't had that since I was little. I'll have one too then, please." Gage said.
You laughed at how kind he was to the man.
" What is it that your laughing at? What did I do?" Gage asked, a slight pink showed on his face.
"Oh, it's really nothing. You're just so proper to strangers." you laughed again.
"Well what did I have to say? 'Oi! Employee man! Get me and my girlfriend some ice cream you fucking knob-head.' ?" Gage laughed.
You would have laughed at his joke but you were speechless.
Girlfriend? Was that what I was to him now?
"Girlfriend?" You asked, skeptical if he was just messing with you.
"(Y/N) I don't give this offer to just anyone so I'd not question it. Unless of course you want to decline me." He said the last part with a bit of sadness behind it.
"I'd love to not question it then." You answered.
