I walked into the seating area of the cafeteria with my tray and saw Floyd walking towards me. I pretended not to see him and walked straight ahead.
"Hey, sexy."
I turned to him startled, "Me? You're talking to-" I slammed my head into a column.
I groaned, "Fuck my life."
"Way to keep it real." Floyd laughed.
I ignored him and sat down at a two person table. Floyd took a french fry from my tray and sat down. "Go away! My french fries!" I mumbled with a mouthful of fries.
"You don't even know what I want." Floyd complained.
"You want free food!"
"No, I want to take you on a fancy date at your favorite restaurant. But I take it that you're not into romantics." Floyd smirked at my shocked-confused face, "So, ice cream? Meet me at Ben & Jerry's tomorrow at three."
He got up to walk away. I called after him, "How do you know I'll show?"
"If you don't, I'll wait there for hours with nothing to do." He flashed me a smile and walked off.
I spent the rest of my day smiling like a goofy kid because a cute guy... scratch that a cute college guy just asked me out and I didn't even have to pretend to be a girly girl. I think I'm winning at life.
The next day I woke up at noon (the usual) and cleaned up in the bathroom. I brushed my hair for what felt like hours and practiced my confident face and smile in the mirror. Then I spent an excessive amount of time picking out a perfect outfit.
As I was getting ready to leave, Paige stopped me, "Are you going on a date?"
"No, what makes you think that?"
"Um, you're wearing going-out clothes?" She gave me the "duh" look and pointed a finger at my outfit.
"This isn't my going-out clothes." I waved a dismissive hand.
"Really? 'Cause you spent an hour comparing shirts."
"Whatever. See you later." I rolled my eyes and opened the door.
"Bye. Have fun, Brains."
I reached the ice cream place and saw Floyd sitting at a table outside. I set my purse down and took off my jacket, "Hey."
"You're early." He smirked at me. I sat down.
"Really?" I played dumb, "Maybe I should come back in ten minutes."
He frowned, "Then you'd be late." He always has to be freaking right.
"You're late." I shot back. That was stupid. Why did I say that?
He scrunched up his eyebrows, "What? No, I'm not."
"You were late to respond."
"No, I wasn't." He said frustrated. Just shut up, Bria; you're messing with the poor boy's head.
"Really?" I inquired.
He thought about it for a few seconds, "No-wait yes."
It was my turn to smirk. "Fuck," he banged his fist on the table.
I laughed at his struggle. Floyd looked down at his lap, "Sorry, I shouldn't swear on a first date."
"Who said this was a first date?"
Floyd looked up, "What do you mean?"
"This is our second date."
He chuckled, "How? When was our first?"
"Yesterday. We hung out alone together and talked. And we ate. Eating makes it official, official." Oh my God. I can't believe I said that. What's wrong with me?
Floyd laughed, "Well then, let's order."
When the waitress came around, I ordered for us. I pointed at Floyd, "He wants five scoops of chocalate ice cream on a cone and chocolate sprinkles. I'll take one scoop of vanilla on a cone with gummy bears. Thank you."
When the waitress left, Floyd leaned over the table and whispered, "Why the hell did you order for me? I hate chocolate."
I faked sympathy, "Really? That sucks."
The waitress came back with our ice cream. I smiled lightly at her and said thank you. Floyd awkwardly tried to give it back. I spoke loudly so people turned to look at me and said, "He doesn't want to eat his ice cream just because it's brown. He's racist."
People gasped and a woman threw a spoon at him. He gave me a look and tried to reassure the woman he wasn't racist. The waitress spoke up, "You did order chocolate and then tried to give it back once you saw it."
"What? No, that's not what happened. I know chocolate is brown, I just don't like it."
"Boo!" I threw my spoon at him. Everyone joined my lead.
He looked at me and said, "Hey! Don't-"
A man yelled, "If you're not racist, then eat the cone!"
Everyone agreed and yelled at him. I started a chant, "Eat the cone! Eat the cone..." Soon, the whole place was chanting.
Floyd sighed and took a bite of the ice cream. He had to finish the whole thing or people would call him racist. When we were leaving, he did a gagging face and said, "I hate you. Chocolate is gross."
I opened my mouth to yell, "Rac-"
He covered up my mouth with his hand, "Don't you dare!" He gave me a warning look. I laughed and pulled away his hand.
"Why would you do that to me?" He whined.
I looked up at him, "Dates are way more fun when something extremely embarrassing happens."
He gave me a weird look, "What kind of dates have you been on? And how many?"
"Don't worry. I'm sure my number is less than yours. But on my first date I went to the movies and fell on the guy two seats in front of me."
Floyd laughed loudly. Again his head tilted back when he laughs too hard. "How did that happen?" He asked.
"The theater was full and I had to go to the bathroom. I tripped and tumbled down the rows and landed on top of a complete stranger."
Floyd laughed again and held onto his belly while crouching over. I punched his arm and couldn't help the chuckle that escaped, "Stop," I whined, "It's not that funny!"
Floyd put his arm around my shoulder, "You are something, Bria. Something special."
I blushed at his statement and smiled up at him, "I hope I'm a good kind of special."
"Only time will tell." he smiled.
Hey guys! I hope you liked this chapter! Maybe Bria and Floyd could be something more than friends? Who knows! A first date is always a door to new adventures. Come up with ship-names if you want. Fria? Maybe Bloyd? Or Boyd? Idk you decide.
