Marching Band: The Journey [EDITING]

12 - Double Date

Tony wanted to spend some active alone time with me, but I told him we could after a double date with Em and Carson. He pouted in his unbelievably cute way to persuade me other wise. When that didn't work, he resorted to kiss any exposed skin on my body. I almost caved, but Em texted me that moment to remind me of the date. So I pushed him off me and told him to go home and get ready.

Once he was gone, I went up to take a shower. It was relaxing, washing away all the tension in my shoulders. Marching band is a bitch. When I got out, I wrapped a towel around my body and tied my hair up in one. After digging through my closet, I found a cute pastel purple dress. Tony would appreciate it since it ends just above the knee and was mid-sleeve off-the-shoulder. The dress was sort of tight fitting, flowing out from my waist in an actual skirt-like fashion. Since I didn't have much time for my hair to fully dry, I pulled it into a somewhat tight/loose bun. While I was working on make-up, Em texted me.

It was a picture of her black skirt that ended just above the knee, a black dress shirt with skulls and diamonds on it that was sleeveless, and her black sweater along with 'is this okay?'. I chuckle at her for a moment before returning a 'yeah'. She worries too much. Once I finish my light make-up, I grab my black strappy heels. Before leaving my room, I check myself out in the mirror. Presentable.

Before I can make the last step down my stairs, Tony knocks on my door. I quickly open it before he can break it down. When I do, he stops, looks down at my dress, and frowns.

"Now, how am I going to leave the house? Especially when my girlfriend looks so goddamn sexy in that dress." He comments, slowly stepping closer. I chuckle at him as I back up away from him. His smile morphs into a smirk, and that's when my smile falls.

I go to turn around and run, but Tony is quick to trap me against him. His warm breath blows across the exposed skin of my shoulder. When his lips touch the top of my shoulder blade, I shiver. Why now?

"Tony... stop. We have to go." I say breathlessly, closing my eyes to fight these sudden urges. Stupid hormones and his wonderful, miracle working lips.

"But, babe." He protests against my skin, moving his kisses to my neck. God, if he didn't stop...

At that moment, my phone pings from the counter. I wiggle out of his arms and rush to it. Em texted me saying Carson just picked her up and their on the way to the restaurant. I stuff my phone into my small black purse along with my keys. On my way past Tony to go to his truck, I drag him along.

"There better not be any hickeys or you're dead." I inform him as I lock my door. He just chuckles.

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Olive Garden was the destination for the night since it was Em's favorite. It wasn't too crowded, but it was enough people for a Saturday. Most were tourists, but we did recognize a few other football players from our school. Probably out to dinner for the win. Tony would be doing the same with the whole team, but he doesn't believe in celebrating small wins. He would never celebrate until they win the game that gets them into Championships.

The nice waiter seats us at a circle booth in the corner. It's dark since there is only a dim ceiling light hanging above the table. Carson and Tony have Em and I on the inside, sandwiched in between them. While we graze through the menu and wait for our waiter, we chat about school stuff. Mainly just us complaining about all the work for our classes. Tony doesn't mumble a thing about football the whole time. By the time the waiter does come, we've all ranted about all of our classes already.

"What can I get for you?" The waiter asks, his pad and pen waiting. We go through drinks first. Carson wants Coke, Em gets water, I order sweet tea, and Tony asks for a Mountain Dew. "And for food?"