After Monday evening he asked if we could still go eat on Friday. I still agreed to it. Now tonight we are going somewhere else to eat and he's cooking... Kinda scared of what it might be and how good it will be.
I couldn't write much after the distraction of tonight. I've got homework and it's going to take me a while to get it done. After the lesson and work I got my homework out and tried to get most of it done. I got stumped on this one question and looked at the others not figuring them out either. I finally had to give up. "Need some help?" Josh asked.
"Yeah. I'm stuck on a few problems." I said. "English or other?" He asked. "Other." I answered. "Which teacher?" "Holmes." I said. "Move a chair over to my desk." He said. I did and he saw exactly what that teacher gave us for homework. The look on his face made me giggle. "Are you in the higher class?" He asked. "No. It's the same class you have." I said.
He read the questions with scrunched up eyebrows. "So where were you thinking of eating tonight?" He asked. "You said you were cooking." I said. "I am. Where would you like to eat the food?" He asked. "You know the best places." I told him. "But I want you to choose." He said. The bell rang faster than I thought. I quickly put my paper and pencil in my bag and put my journal on the desk before leaving.
This time Josh was waiting by my car. The glare etched into his looks made me not wanna turn around to see who it was. "I'll pick you up at five sweetheart." He said opening the driver side door for me. I got in and he closed it. I quickly started it and rolled my window down. "Remember. If your late I get to choose when and where the next date is and you will have no say in it." I told him.
"Yes ma'am. I'll pick you up right on time. Wouldn't want a mean girl tonight after this week." He said. "I ain't mean." I pouted. "You can be mean sweetheart and never let me live it down." He said. "See ya in a few hours." I said before backing out. He leaned against his truck as I left. I'm pretty sure Jackson was walking up to talk to me.
I got home and got to crackin' on my homework. After I had gotten through five out of eleven problems I heard a horn honk. I checked the time seeing it was four fifty nine. I slipped my boots on, grabbed my phone and car keys before running out to his truck. I climbed in the cab and buckled it. "Got a spot set?" He asked. "What about that abandoned barn at the end of Fire Tower Road?" I asked.
"Ooh feeling feisty tonight?" He asked. "Something like that." I said. "Then let's get up there and get set up." He said. Once there he parked near the barn and had me wait as he went around and opened the door for me before helping me out. He then closed the door and led the way to the back end. He put the tailgate down and set me up on it.
A blanket was already spread out with a basket near the cab. "Now. I did have a little help from my mama, only the dessert. The rest I made." He said grabbing the basket. We ate in silence once again. The food was delicious! Can I just marry this boy now? "So I'm guessing I get to cook for you next?" I asked. "If you want to sweetheart." He said.
Once the sun had disappeared we laid down in the bed looking up at the stars. He had my head on his chest as we just laid there pointing out constellations and figures we saw in the stars. "Tonight was amazing." I said curling up to his side. "I'm glad you liked it." He said. "I. Um. I've never asked a girl..."
"Josh. I know you've never dated." I said. "Who doesn't. Anyway. Um would you like to be my girlfriend?" He asked skeptically. "With how sweet you've been to me. I'm pretty sure we can have that relationship. I'd love to be your girlfriend." I told him. "So does that mean I can kiss you?" He asked. I nodded. He kissed the top of my head.
"What do you have planned for tomorrow?" He asked. "Nothing. You?" I asked. "Nothing." He said.
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Copperhead Road
General FictionYou better stay away from Copperhead Road. That's what most people in Johnson County have heard. It's a short stretch road making a shortcut through Big Dry Run Road. A lot happens down that short stretch. Moonshine brewers, whiskey makers, deaths...