The Cookie Concept (on Hold)

8) First Date Fiasco Fun

Dedicated to @RainbowGumdrop04 who asked me to update. I got there!!

A long chapter because it's been a long time

I am a naturally awkward person which should come as no surprise.

Throw me in a room of filled with people and I will freeze up then hide in the back corner.

Take me to a party I'll migrate straight to the food table and won't move until it's time to leave.

Put me in a car with the guy I like and you will hear a silence that would make a cricket uncomfortable.

After being hauled out of the house and pushed into the car by a suspiciously overenthusiastic Sam I reassure myself that this is how a normal date goes.

A normal date, ha. When would that ever be a possibility?

Think positive. You and Sam will get to spend some good quality time together. Get back to your roots, remember why you're meant to be together and how your hearts are tethered together.

I can't help but scoff. I've been reading a few too many romance novels lately and taking them to heart.

This is what happens when I have to much spare time on my hands.

The most annoying this is that no matter how many books I read I still cannot grasp the concept of romance, love, relationships or how not coming off as passive aggressive when trying to get a guy's attention.

Who would voluntarily want to spend time with me? I am clearly a disaster waiting to happen.

"I know you may forget this but sometimes you can have some admirable qualities." Sam jokes light-heartedly, "Like your great sense of humour, how you can eat an entire meal in under fifteen minutes and still have room for dessert or how you can be nice to people from time to time."

When my cheeks turn a dark crimson it dawns on me that my pending issue of keeping conversations inside my head instead of talking out loud still needs some work.

Sam's eyes flick to me to inspect my ever-growing embarrassment before looking back to the road with a proud smirk hiding behind his lips.

He takes a turn off the highway into the main strip of shops where the glorious food vendors waiting to offer me a trip around the world. I get lost in the hypnotic lights illuminating the night and the thought of a mouth-watering hot meal.

"Are you going to tell me where we're going or will we be driving in circles for the next half an hour deciding where you'd actually rather be eating?" I ask hoping for a clue to be able to mentally prepare myself for particular cuisines.

The meal possibilities are endless so I can't guarantee that it'll take me under an hour to pick what I want to eat.

"It's a surprise," he says with a sneaky smile.

This does not restore my faith in letting him choose where will be eating in any way. "Well that's reassuring."

Surprises have never worked out well for me as my reactions aren't the best. I either end up hurting someone by accident or injure myself from shock.

A great example being when I hit Charlie in the face with my math textbook when he came to drop off homework. What else was I supposed to do when someone entered my house without making a sound and walked into my kitchen to take food without permission? You deserve to be beaten up with a book containing trigonometry, algebra and other evil math problems.

To keep my mind from overthinking dinner I start fiddling with the radio hoping there has to be at least one station that isn't playing love songs. I settle with the classical station as opera seems the most appropriate for this situation.