10 Dates, in 10 Weeks

Date #2 and a Pile of Bricks

Chapter 8
Date #2 and a Pile of Bricks

It's an early update! YAY!

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We arrived at the restaurant. I opened the door and turned to Jack and Clo.

"Is it too late to turn back?" Chloe nodded and sighed. I guess there's no turning back now.

I shut the car door. I walked into the restaurant and looked around. I checked the time on my phone, 12:00.

I tapped my foot on the concrete ground. I felt a tap on my shoulder and looked behind me.

"You must be my date, Chloe told me that I'd be meeting a girl with black hair with blue streaks. I guess that's you right?" I nodded. I reached out my hand for him to take, he gladly accepted.

"Hi my name is Casey." We walked into the restaurant and the waiter walked us to our table. She handed our menus and left.

"So what will you be having?" I asked.

"Well obviously what's on the menu, silly!" He tapped my nose. This guy was nice and all. But a bit childish and a bit too cheerful.

"Ok..." I scanned through the menu looking for something appetising, I looked up at Martin. He was looking at me and smiling. Creepy.

"May I help you?" I asked a little creeped out.

"Oh nothing. Just staring at you, did you know that you use more muscles in you face frowning then smiling?!" He grinned from ear-to-ear. "Thats why it's always good to smile! Live life to the fullest! Have fun."

This boy has too much joy in his pants. He need to face reality. His damned cheerfulness is getting on my nerves. His smile grew wider every passing second.

"So. What are you plans for when your older?" I asked. I wanted to test his seriousness.

"I don't know. When it happens it happens. What about you" He smiled, he raised and brow and looked at me with eye full of too much joy.

"I want to be an accountant. It's serious and fun!" I laughed. I lied right through my teeth. Of course I don't want to be a Accountant! That's so boring.

"Accountant?! That's so dull and boring. You have to be serious and there's no adventure. I guess if you think it's fun then it must be so!" I mentally face palmed myself.

Our foods came and we quietly ate. I ordered a omelette with a salad. Martin ordered a burger with fries.

The waiter took our empty plates away and handed the bill. I reached for my wallet but Martin stopped me.

"No no no. I'll pay it's the least I could do. You were and amazing (amazayn) date." I smiled and we got up from our date and exited the building.

Martin asked if he could drop me home. I refused and said I wanted to walk. I needing to think again. These dates have go me thinking. Maybe one of them could be perfect?

We walked our separate ways and I headed to the bus stop.

This date was good. Martin needed to face reality and realise that life isn't perfect. But he was nice. He offered to take me home and I really liked him, but he isn't right for me. Maybe theres girl out there is looking for a Care-Free guy?

I have 8 more dates left. 8 freaking more dates. I hated the idea of having to get dressed up and having to make sure you say the right thing or you'll seem to weird or crazy.

Dating is too stressful. You get jealous when he's talking to another girl. Your mind is constantly thinking about him. And you can't spend any other time with your friends. My blood was boiling. Here's another one of my mood swings. I let out a loud sigh and continued waking. I just want to go home and relax.

I wish I was more like Martin, care-free.

I saw the bus stop. I walked in front of the bench. I smashed into somebody and fell backwards. I continued to look down. I got up and I lost it.

"Look. I don't know who you are just I'm no mood to be messed with. My friends don't think I go out much. So they set me up on these bloody dates so I find the right guy. And I can stop being a Third wheel. What if I don't find the right one? What if I just have to go on more freaking dates because I could find him?! What if I never find him! I don't even like dating! I hate the idea of in a relationship. I haven't even had my first freaking kiss! And I'm what? 19? My life is fine! Yet the people around me think other wise. UGH." I screamed my heart out. Poor bloke. I sat down on the bench, and rested my elbows on my knees with my head in my hands.

He patted my back and I looked at him. Realisation hit me like a pile of bricks. Nathan. My eyes widened and starred at his hazel eyes.

"Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry." I mentally face palmed my self. I slowly got up to run away. I just screamed at Nathan about how shit my life is.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me next to him. He started to laugh. I hit him on the chest.

"Don't laugh at my life! It's not funny! It's sad, your mean." I pouted and turned away.

"Aw. I'm sorry. It's just that you just suddenly realised that you just screamed at me about your life being shit." I smiled and looked at him. I wrapped my hands around his waist and pulled him in a hug. I looked up at him.

"Do you think my life is shit?" I said. He put an arm around my shoulder and squeezed it.

"No. It's absolutely amazing (amazayn)," he cupped my face and whispered. "Your amazing (amazayn)." I blushed and looked above at his big hazel eyes.

"Really?" I smiled and heat rose to my cheeks.

"Really really." I blushed and looked down. He cupped my cheek and leaned in. I was traumatised I don't know what to do. Should I kiss him? I can't. I don't like him. Like that anyway.

"Nathan. I can't." He stopped and looked away. Away from my gaze. I could see his cheeks growing red. I smiled and chucked to myself.

"Your blushing Nathan." He covered his cheeks with his hands.

"Shit." I heard his whisper. I tapped his shoulder and he looked at me. I stared at his brown eyes and locked with my blue ones. I leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.

I change the topic and looked at The sign post next to him. "So why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be at home?"

"I got into a fight with my Dad, and I decided to move out." He said dryly.

"Move out?! Why?" I was shocked, does this always happen? That explains the luggage.

"Don't worry Cas. This isn't the first time we've fought. I've had enough. I decided to go. I'm moving to my aunt in LA." I grabbed his arm and clenched it like my life depended on it.

"No! Don't go! You've your school here and all your friends! What about me! Who am I going to yell out all of my life problems to?!" He chucked and placed his arms on my shoulder.

"It's fine Cas. I can make new friends. There's a school around the corner from my aunts house. And about you. I don't know. Maybe you can scream at a pole." The bus arrived and Nathan started to get up. I grabbed his arms and wrapped my arms around his waist. I don't want him to go.

I may not like him, but I care about him and call me crazy or not but I've told him things that I haven't told anyone. I don't want to lose him.

What I said now might change my life forever. "Nathan wait!"

"What Cas?"

"Live with me."

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Ha ha ha

Wasn't expecting that now were you! I'm not getting rid of Nathan that easy!

BTW - Casey does not like Nathan. If she does she will say it eventually.

- Nat