Suprising (thatcherjoe)

Chapter 16

7.8 K! I apologize for it to be almost two months since the last time I updated! Not to make excuses, but I just went back to school and I'm a freshman in high school so the transition has been a little hard. I'm just know getting the hang of it. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE COMMENT. I love reading your comments. Even if they're absent thoughts about life, or why your eating for dinner, or what movies on Netflix your watching now (please comment your fav movies on Netflix. Nobody likes me so I'm subject to being glued on my tablet). But enjoy this chapter because I have no idea when the next update will be :/

"Hey joe! I was just wondering if we all wanted to get dinner"

"Ya that sounds great! where?"

"Ummm idk your the Englishman you tell me where the best place to get grub is!"

"Lol will do! Meet me at my flat in 20"

You put away your phone and hop in the shower. Joe and Caspar's flat was about a ten minute drive so that limited your time to get ready substantially. Men don't have to wash all that hair and shave. They think that everyone can easily do a five minute shower. They're wrong.

You throw on a nice pair of leggings, a cute lavender sweater in case the restaurants cold, and some converse to doll it down. You throw your hair up in a top knot, put on very minimum makeup, and a couple bracelets. You jump into a rental car that you got earlier that day. You put Joe's address into your phone's GPS and pull out.

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JOES POV

The doorbell rings. I brush my hair back one more time with my fingers nervously. Is this a date? Should I have done reservations in the twenty minutes I had? Am I wearing a good enough outfit? I calm myself down. Caspar left to go clubbing with some of his mates. That left me alone with my thoughts while I debate if this is a date or not.

I open the door. I see how she's dressed. Date.

"Hey Joe!" she walks in. She looks around. "Where's Caspar?" Not a date.

"Oh.." I stumble for the words. "He's clubbing with his mates." I retell the wording Caspar gave me before he left.

"Oh okay!" she says cheerily. Date.

"Where are we going?" She asks. "Is anyone else coming with us?" Damn. Not a date.

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Joe opens the passenger side door for me. How gentleman like.

"Thank you Charles." I say with a British accent to tease him. He laughs. I really like his laugh. He climbs into the drivers side, closes the door, and before putting the keys into the ignition he stops and looks me straight in the eye with a sly smile.

"M'lady." And with that we drive off to some restaurant I have probably never heard of.

We stop in the parking lot of a place called Porters English Pub. It looks nice but not overly fancy. Which is a great thing since I hate being brought somewhere and having to pay a lot of money even for the cheapest thing on the menu. So I was relieved. I went to get out of the car when Joe shouted no. It was a shout that wasn't loud since he was out of the car and running to my car door. He opened it dramatically and I got out. He closed the door behind me and held his arm out to me. I laughed and took it. We went to the hostess and she brought us to a nice seat in the corner.

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"Would you like the check?" The waitress that was extremely sweet the whole night asked. Joe looked at me quickly and I nodded yes. "Yes please." He said. The waitress walked away and came back with a black receipt. I went to grab it when Joe snatched it. "No."

"Joe. Let me."

"No my treat."

"At least let me pay for myself." I beg.

"No. I got this." He says and I can tell he isn't discussing it anymore. My wallets in my hand and I want to pay. I planned on paying so I bought one of my favorite semi- expensive dishes. Now Joe is paying. I felt guilty. I hate when people pay for me!

"Joe please let me pay." I bring the topic back up.

"No. Kelsey. I have it."

"Please!"

"No. Your company was enough." I'm taken aback but don't show it. That was sweet even though he didn't say it in a very obviously sweet way. Wait... No one else was with us, opened and closed my door, held out his arm when we walked to the entrance. Was this a date?

SHIT.