Newly single.

chapter 20

I was hooked. He was like a drug to me, I smiled when I received his texts and I giggled when the plastics flirted with him. I couldn't fault him! His friends were the opposite of what Arny's were like with me, they were friendly and we laughed along as a group and I wasn't left out or shunned to the side. They didn't play any stupid pranks on people like Arny's friends did... They were cool. Pete, Jake and Mike the girls fell for them, but they didn't notice, they concentrated on having fun what they hated most was desperation.

So a wannabe slag pasted Pete a note saying 'call me x' with the number on the bottom and a lipstick kiss he just laughed and made no attempt to show any interest towards the note and simply ignored it. They weren't mean or arrogant; they just weren't fussed about getting girlfriends.

Dominic took me out on dates to the may fair and to restaurants where he'd pay even when I refused to let him, so he got sneakier, he would say 'I'm just pooping to the loo' when really he'd go up and pay when I wasn't looking. I'm not complaining, it was nice to be finally wanted.

'My folks wanted me to invite you round for dinner... Please say no'

'And why would I want to that?'

He gave me a sneaky grin the size of China, so after a month of dating, i knew what that meant... Mischief.

'Because it will be boring'

'No it won’t'

'And how do you know that Mr?'

And I had stopped walking as we were on our way home and prodded him in his stone, hard abs. Cue the grin but not on my part...

'Because dinner with you parents means cute baby pictures and stories about you making mud pies'

Oh crappy crap crap... This was a bad idea, why did I have to open my big mouth?! I could have just told mum 'sorry, he's busy'. But no, just no, you couldn't even do that.

'I'm going to regret this aren't I?'

He didn't answer; he just smiled, winked, nodded, held my hand as we began once again to walk in the direction of home.

Sure enough Friday night came round considerably fast seen as though it was only Tuesday when I asked Dom round for dinner. I walk practically slapping myself, I'm gonna regret this, hot dang I knew I would! There was a knock at the door and my phone vibrated... I picked up my phone and the text was from Eli who lived across the street, it read...

'Fitty on your doorstep! Have fun ;) xoxo'

He knew what my parents were like and I knew that he would wriggle the story out of me tomorrow, as always, that’s just Eli.

But then there was a gentle knock on my bedroom door...

'Who is it?'

I asked playfully

'Jesus Christ, let me in'

I opened the door to see Dominic stood in a white shirt buttoned up 3 from the top with suit trousers on and odd socks, typical.

'We're gonna have to call the pope...'

'And why is that?'

He walked closer to me, his fingers tracing slowly up and down my arm and then across my shoulders and then my neck... I couldn't concentrate but then I replied...

'Because this Jesus doesn't have a beard, and isn't wearing his sandals or towel'

He smiled, crappy joke I know but I never got round to investing my money and time in buying or reading a joke book. But he did look handsome tonight, not sexy or hot or provocative but handsome and sophisticated. He came closer and wrapped his arms around my waist and he started to kiss my neck just little soft kisses and then he looked at me, i put my arms around his neck and lent back, looked into my eyes and kissed my lips passionately, but no tongues... I hate how they wiggle around, reminds me of worms and the first time Dom tried that on me I explained that I’d be sick if he continued he just smiled but he must have understood, because he didn't try it again. His lips moulded around my bottom lip and mine mounded around his top, I could feel his stubble tickling my lips. But then there was a sudden shout of,

'EWWWWWWWW!!! MUM THEY ARE SNOGGING!!!!'

Fleur was stood in my door with a look of disgust on her face as me and Dom stood embracing each other smiling and looking at her, little rat. But Dom surprisingly didn't mind he let go of my waist and started to chase Fleur down the stairs saying,

'I'm gonna tickle you smelly poo!'

Fleur screamed in hysterics as I chased after them to find Fleur curled up in a ball on the lounge floor squealing for mercy as Dom tickled her. I figured that it was their fight so as mum called for dinner Dom gave Fleur a piggy back ride to the kitchen as i trailed behind making sure Dominic didn't drop my little sister on her head. I'm sure it wouldn't have mattered, might have shut her up long enough to actually think.

But we sat down and the embarrassment began... Stories of me on holiday, wiggling in the back of the car after playing in the sandpit and saying 'I’ve got beetles up my bum' and then the humiliating pictures!  Why do parents dress their children in stupid outfits! I mean a flowery dress AND frilly socks, not cool mum! And then the videos, I hadn't told anyone but I have an older sister who goes to uni and these videos were mainly me getting my ass kicked by Diane... On one of them i was just chilling you know and Diane runs in kicks my head and runs out, awesome. Not what you want your new boyfriend to see, in fact you wouldn't want him to see or hear any of these cringe worthy stories.

But surprisingly he was cool with it and just laughed along with his arm around my shoulder and whispering mumbo jumbo like 'you were cute' or 'N’awww bless your cotton socks'.

Sooner or later I think I must have fallen asleep because I woke up in my bed fully dressed with Dom laid next to me, fully dress, still in his smart shirt and trousers. He looked so peaceful so i lent over and planted a kiss on his forehead, snuggle up in his arms, rested my head on his chest and whispered,

'I love you'