I won. I'm completely exhausted now, but I won. I was glad there were few people walking about outside, because we looked like children chasing each other down the sidewalk.
"You son of a bitch," is what Simon's uneasy breaths said as we hit the finish line—the restaurant. I smirked to myself.
I walked behind Simon as he pushed the restaurant doors open, the familiar chatter-engrossed air and background music hitting me once again. Simon showed the buzzer to the waiter, who finally led us to our table. As I began to trail along, my head encountered the dull pain from before, all of this feeling like déjà vu. I decided not to say anything about it, not wanting to ruin this night anymore.
We slid into the booth, sitting across from each other. I glimpsed up at Simon and immediately smiled as we made eye contact; Simon did the same.
"Would you guys like to start off with some drinks?" The waiter pleasantly asked. I talked with Simon before, and he promised not to get any alcohol because I wasn't allowed to have any either.
"I'll just have a Pepsi," Simon answered, and the waiter scribbled on her paper. She looked to me.
"I'll have a-a sprite," I grunted my last word as my head suddenly got worse. I silently winced and looked away, urging myself to hide the extreme pain in my head until the waiter left. As she finally walked away, I immediately propped my elbows on the table and put my head in my hands, trying to ease the throbbing mess in my mind.
"Hey, is everything okay?" Simons concerned voice filled my ears. I squinted at Simon as if I were to look up at the sun, his face matching the tone in his voice.
"Ah, I just- got a really bad headache," I groaned back into my hand. There was a moment of silence between us, the sound of strangers talking engulfing the void of silence, especially a family of noisy children sitting at a circular table not too far away. Right now, I just felt like going back to the house.
"Here- scoot over," he finally murmured. I did as he said, and with one swift move he now sat next to me. Without hesitation, I gently placed my head on his slightly-bony shoulder. He smelled good. Just the presence of him made the pain subside a little bit.
"How about we just order the food to-go, okay?" Simon sweetly suggested. That made me feel oddly worse.
"Si, I can't do that. You spent so much time planning everything out, and we've already waited for so long-" Simon cut me off with a little chuckle. "What's so funny?"
"You are— you've never called me Si before," he told me. Although I couldn't see it, I knew he was smirking right now. "And I don't mind at all going back to the house." His voice sounded so gentle against the voices all around us, not at all sounding sad about cutting our 'date' short.
As the waiter came back with our drinks, Simon told her we were gonna take our meals to go, and said that I "suddenly wasn't feeling good." We drank our drinks as we waited for our styrofoam boxes and check to arrive. Simon moved back across from me, almost falling because of a piece of wood sticking up in the floor. I burst out laughing as his bright red face sat back down, looking around in embarrassment, his lips forming a half-a-grin.
In my luggage, I had also found a debit or credit-type card which I decided to bring with me to pay for my food. But, of course, Simon refused to let me pay, and I was too tired to put up a fight. He declared that he would pay. I told him that I'd pay him back at some point.
After waiting a painful 28 minutes, our boxes containing a chicken sandwich and burger arrived. Simon placed his card of money in the receipt holder, and sent it back with the waiter.
As she walked away, I rested my head in my hand once again, watching one of the waiters walk from the kitchen, heading to a table or booth behind ours. As she came by our table, she tripped on the floorboard Simon tripped on not too long ago. I jolted up from my resting position as I felt a rush of liquid splash all over the top half of my body, the aroma of Coca-Cola rising. Gasps came from the mouths of the waiter and whoever witnessed what just happened. I wiped at my eyes, trying to get the pop away before it began to sting. I took in a deep breath, trying not to get angry.
"Oh my god. I am so sorry, let me go get some napkins-"
"Where's the bathroom?" I sarcastically interrupted her, squinting at the Coke I didn't get out from my eyes. I watched as her arm outstretched, pointing behind herself to the bathroom. I looked over to Simon, who just stared wide-eyed, then got up from my seat and quickly walked to the bathroom, eyes burning and head pounding.
I tried to get the stickiness off of literally every part of my body, but thin paper towels and water not doing the job, especially not on my hand bandages. I sighed and angrily threw the nasty paper towels in the garbage and stormed out of the bathroom. To my surprise, Simon was standing right outside the door holding a bag with the styrofoam boxes, light from his phone reflecting off his face. He immediately looked up as he heard the door and offered me a sincere smile.
"They gave us a discount after that," he told me. I forced a smile, and followed him out of the restaurant of bad luck.
We walked back to the car, closed the doors, and let the silence ring in our ears. Simon soon let out a sigh as he turned his car on.
"Bailey I'm so sorry. This was supposed to be such a good night, but it all ended up being one big piece of shit, and-" I cut him off.
"Simon, none of what happened was your fault! It just, happened, you know?" I tried to tell him, but I just ended up with another sigh from him. The rest of the way back, I gazed at the passing dark buildings, keeping the silence between us relevant.
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Oof what a disaster of a date
But I promise it'll get better 😏
But wow it's been some time since I updated last
I've been so busy with school and I haven't really felt motivated to write anything :/
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Idk man
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