Redheaded Bliss

The... Date?

We met the next day. I was nervous as hell and I couldn't figure out why. Amber was just someone I met who I happened to think was really fucking hot. Oops.

I dressed in simple jeans and a Pierce The Veil shirt. I swept my plain dark brown hair to the side, and frowned in the mirror. I look like crap, I thought. I slipped on my Vans and walked outside to my car.

"Wait, the diner is like a block away, dumbass," I said to myself. I walked to the diner. Amber wasn't there yet.

I waited for like 10 minutes before absolute perfection walked through the door. She was wearing white denim shorts and a Panic! At The Disco shirt. Pure fucking perfection. As soon as she saw me she smiled. How was I supposed to make it through the day???

"Hey," she said, sitting down across from me. "Took a while to find this place. It's cute." Aunt Jo, the owner of the diner, walked to our table.

"Hey, Belinda," she said with a wide smile. I was a regular. "Who's this?"

"Amber," I said. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Amber shift uncomfortably. Hm.. I turned to her. "What flavor ice cream do you want?"

"Um, vanilla please."

"And I'll have my usual, rocky road, please," I said with a smile. "Thanks, Jo." Aunt Jo left to get our ice cream.

"So you come here a lot?"

"Yeah," I said. "I've been coming here since I moved."

"What made you move here?"

"I just liked it up here a lot when I visited on vacation."

"I see." Aunt Jo walked to us with our ice creams and winked at me. I giggled a little, then began to eat. "So," Amber started, putting a spoonful of ice cream in her mouth."Tell me about yourself."

"What do you want to know?"

"Everything." Is this a date or a friendly get together? What the hell? I thought.

"Well. I guess I'll start with the basics. I'm 25. I'm 5'7". Which means I'm taller than you when you're not in heels. It's obvious," I said with a giggle. "Um, I listen to pretty loud music."

"Hm.. What kind of girl do you look for?"

"W-what?"

"I know you aren't straight, Belinda," she said with a devilish smirk. Oh, you wanna play this game? Alright then.

"I look for girls like you," I said huskily. Her eyes widened a little bit and her cheeks got pink. Ha.

"So," she said gesturing to to her empty bowl. "What are we gonna do now? Movie?"

"Sure."

"Your place?" she asked, looking at me through her lashes. Fuck.

[Later that night]

"What do you want to watch?" I was uneasy as she sat on my bed really close to me, long legs crossed under her.

"I don't know. I like thrillers and scary movies." I couldn't help but think, sure. Now watch as you cuddle up to me, and I push you off. Ha.

"Alright. Well, I have Carrie. Came out in 2013, but it's still good."

"Let's watch that then." I selected the movie on my television and relaxed on my bed.

"I'm tired," I said after the movie was over.

"Oh..." Amber seemed sad. She got closer to me and rested her hand on my thigh. "Do you think I could... stay?" No.

"I have an appointment tomorrow. I'm sorry."

"Well," she whispered seductively. "That's unfortunate.." Her hand slid up my thigh, and then was brought up to hold my face. She leaned to me and before I knew what was happening, I was kissing the most perfect woman in the world. On the first date, too. Was that even a date???

"Amber stop," I whimpered. She continued to kiss me. It went from a wonderful, guilty kiss, to a rough regretful kiss. She swung a leg over my lap and sat. A light, barely audible moan rose in my throat, and she smiled at that. She pushed me on my back and pulled her lips away from mine and just smirked.

"Guess what," she started. Too vulnerable dude!!! I thought.

"What," I managed through a small pant. I didn't even realize I was out of breath.

"I'm straight. Boo hoo." What. The. Actual. Fuck. Oh hell no.

"Are you serious?!" She hopped off of me and grabbed her purse. "What the hell Amber?!"

"I am serious," she said with a smirk. "You are a good kisser though. Hm..."

"Get out," I growled. How dare she toy with me!

She left. Good riddance, I thought as she walked to the diner to get her car. Fuck her. I sat on my bed and dialed Paulette's number.

"I fucking hate her Paulette. You will not believe it."

"Date didn't go well?"

"Oh my god. We were messing around, no we weren't fucking, and she pulled away and claimed she was straight. So I kicked her ass out."

"Oh my god. That's bullshit!"

"I know dude! I'm so pissed off!"

"Oh well," she sighed. "She isn't worth your anger man."

"Her number isn't in my phone. She is such a bitch. Like what the hell?!"

"Belinda I have to go. Sorry." I sighed and we said our goodbyes.

What the fuck am I going to do now?