Make Your Move...before it's too late

Part Two

Waiting on the road for Cal I feel it start to rain. Water trickles down my bare back, I look up to the moon shining brightly-like a spotlight it seemed, right on me. The rain starts to get heavier and I run away from the side of the road to the front of a restaurant for cover from the rain. My hair, once curly now lay damp and straight, dark and dripping with water. The red slip sticks to my body, tight, outlining my every curve and I suddenly feel very self conscious of how exposed I really am. Just as I feel my insecurities rise I see a hummer pull up in front, where I was. Cal gets out. i see him standing in the pouring rain, looking around for me, lost and scared, and saddened... I step out from under the lights of the restaurant, and meet his eyes-he holds them, and oddly, I feel safe... but cold, fking freezing actually. Cal sees me shiver and runs the distance to meet me. In an instant he is by my side and his jacket is over my shoulders. We try to run to the car but the heel of my shoe breaks on the pavement, instead I slip them off and hold them while we run the rest of the way t the car. "Here quick, get in, you must be freezing, I'm so sorry, I really didn't think it would start pouring this quickly". I let him know it's fine, that I am fine. He doesn't believe it, he feels bad, and I feel bad that I'm soaking his car- "oh my god no don't worry about it, that's completely fine, I think the car can deal with it" . Maybe its the moonlight, or the stars, or the rain, but for the first time in a while I dont feel like I need to think before I speak, i dont need to second guess how I feel, i dont need to rehearse how I want the words to come out-I just say them, "Can you deal with it though?" . He looks at me like I just caught on fire, his eyes grow wide, I can see that he didn't expect it, neither did I. Neither did I. He leans forwards, only just, very slightly he brings his hand up to my cheek, he moves my hair aside, looking my right in my eyes, I feel like the world stops, and for that moment its just us, even the rain seems to stop mid fall... but the traffic does not- "MOVE OUT OF THE WAY ASSHOLE!" Cal jumps back. So do I. He leans through the window I assume to signal sorry to the car behind us, instead he puts his middle finger up, and puts the car in drive. We leave the sidewalk behind, driving into the busy night of New York City, the traffic engulfs us until it seems as though we are one single body of lights and engines.
I move to turn the radio on but stop when I notice a stack of cd's on the floor by my feet. I didn't realise people still had cd's let alone in their cars. "Hey I didn't even know cars still had slots for cd's to play, I assumed radio was more popular, or phones". He smiles, proud of himself it seems, and proud that I noticed this about him. "You're intuitive aren't you" he scoffs cheekily, "yeah, I like the sound better, and I'm not just saying that to sound like some self righteous ass who wants to impress the dripping wet girl in his car, I really mean it", he pauses, stopped at a red light he turns to me, seeming to want to tell me something, he twitches his mouth, on slightly, but long enough for me to take notice. "You can tell me" I say. "What?" He replies. I explain "you can tell me whatever it is that you are trying to figure out how to laughs silently "wow, I mean I figured you were intuitive but wow. You a writer?" I'm not sure if I'm more taken aback by the fact that he guessed that on the first go or by the fact that I've never once been called a writer in my life, by the people I care about most, not even they have been able to truly call me a writer, I guess because I've never told them of anything I've actually written. In the eyes of the world I'm not a writer, in his I am. I don't want to lie, but I just can't give up the way he looks at me with such intrigue. He respects me, he is interested in me, those soft brown eyes share much more than he thinks they do. So I reply "Yes, yes I am, lucky guess?". "I guess it's my lucky night".
His phone interrupts our discussion of whether the correct pronunciation of glass is gl-ah-s or gl-a-ss. The number says "Michael US". He looks at me apologetically, and answers the call on the second ring.
"CALLLLL where are you dude, I-" he cuts him off before he says anything more. "Hey Mike I'm actually in the car with someone right now, can I call you back later", he looks as though he has both his fingers crossed, hoping for some response, I'm not sure what. "Oh, ok.. wait with who? You don't know anyone here. You are still coming to the party right? Dude you have to, just bring them, who is it it?" Cal seems to pause and fold into himself, as if he knows what is to come, and he cant seem to lie. Michael must be a close friend because he sees this too, and he can't even see Cal. "Ohhhh is it a girlllll... IT IS.. OH MY... Cal you cheeky dickhead", Cal interrupts here "Ok Mikey I'm hanging up now", I'm laughing now and Michael clearly hears it because he seems to get even more excited "Oh my she can hear me! CAL WHY DIDN'T YOU INTRODUCE ME! Darling you must come to the party, don't fall for his puppy dog eyes, he isn't as sweet as he looks". I can't help myself, when I look at Cal his face is bright red and I burst out in laughter, so does Michael just as Cal hangs up on him. I ask Cal about the party and he explains he was meant to go to his friend Lukes Halloween party. "But it isn't even Halloween, that was months ago, it's closer to Christmas now", he finds this absolutely hilarious, and explains that they didn't get to have a Halloween party earlier because they recently got back from tour. "Tour? What do you do?" He brushes off the question, so I don't push it, instead I ask why he isnt dressed up. "Well, I was planning on drawing some scars on my face and hoping no one would care enough to ask what exactly I was...a cop-out I know" I laugh, "how horrendous, that will not do. We have to get you a better costume" I think for a minute of where there are some costume stores nearby and suddenly remember Claires party. "Oh shit-Claires party!" I check my phone and realise I should've been there an hour ago, checking the group chat I see that the party has moved from her apartment to the downstairs club as it often does. I stop and think about what I really want right now, and getting trashed with my friends, losing them in a see of desperate guys and eventually ending up forgetting it all in the morning doesn't exactly sound appealing. I figure she wont remember if I was there or not in the morning, so skipping it this once won't really do much harm, and if she gets upset them I'll simply explain that I was with a guy, and it'll be the 4th of July for her-she's constantly trying to set me up with guys who I couldn't have less in common with- I have gone on many many dates with douchy artists in my time, and right now I'm having fun, so I think I'll keep it that way, at least for a little longer.
Cal asks if I need to go and apologises, explaining he too forgot he had somewhere else to go. "If it's alright I'd love to come to the party with you". He looks shocked and I hope I havent intruded on something, but instead he turns the corner and parks outside a brightly lit apartment building with fake cobwebs hanging from the railing. He turns the car off and turns to face me, "Michael is going to love you"...