I'm In Love With A Rebel

The Date

I bounced down the stairs.
"Have mercy! How come you never where that to school?" Jesse wanted to know.
"Huh? Oh, Connie put me in this. Lemme go change." I ran back up the stairs and quickly changed into a long sleeved, two-inches above the knee, red dress. I walked down the stairs and said, "okay. Now I'm ready."
"Great. Where do you wanna go?"
"Hmm... I'm in the mood for... Italian food."
"So am I. Just lemme swing by my house so I can change."
"Okay." We walked outside to his motorcycle. "We're going to your house, on that thing?"
"Sure. It's safe."
"I dunno..."
"Come on, Becky. I promise I'll be careful." He handed me a helmet.
I hesitated for a little bit. "Fine. But if I get helmet head, I'm blaming you."
Jesse smiled and we got on the motorcycle. When he started it up, I clung to him for dear life. I did not like riding on motorcycles. I had my eyes closed for the whole trip; we got to his house and I asked, "Is it over?"
"Yes." Jesse chuckled a little.
I let go of him and blushed. "Sorry. I sorta... freaked out."
"That's okay. You wanna come in for a minute?"
"Nah. I'll wait here, but thank you." I looked at his house as he quickly changed. It was a nice Victorian.
Jesse came back shortly. "Alright. I'm back." He swung his leg over his bike. "Italian, right?"
"Yup."
We drove to Little Luigi's; we had a very nice conversation about music. I learned that Jesse was an Elvis freak, likes rock and roll, Beach Boys, Sinatra, and the like. He learned that I loved Broadway, especially The Sound Of Music, "Phil Spector's Wall Of Sound", The Beach Boys, Sinatra, 60s girl groups, and Motown.
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"Again, I'm really sorry, Becky." Jesse helped me off his bike. "I thought the kickstand was all the way down."
"That's okay." Jesse's bike had fallen on my foot after our date.
"Are you okay?" He asked for the millionth time.
"Yeah. It just hurts a little, that's all."
"Can you walk?"
"Um, I think not." I had been standing on one foot. "If I can't stand on it, I don't think I should walk on it."
"Lemme help then." Jesse effortlessly picked me up bridal style and kicked open my front door.
"Jess!"
"Oh. Sorry. Wanna be on the couch?"
"Yeah." He ser me down and sat next to me.
"Again, I am really sorry."
I smiled. "That's okay! I've fallen off of horses many times."
"Did you ever have one fall on you?"
"Um.... no. I never broke, or maybe, sprained my ankle before, either."
"Man."
"Look, Jesse. If you feel this bad, you can make it up to me."
"How?"
It took all my strength to say, "Come back for dinner?"
He smirked a little. "Sure. What time?"
"Around 6:30. So get here at 6, 6:15ish."
"Okay. I'll see ya then."
"Bye, Jesse."
"Bye, Becks." He waved and left.
Becks? That is so cute! I hope he, and only him, calls me that from now on!