The Love Song

French Toast and Friendships

And better they did. 

My Saturday morning run was happily interupted by Thomas. 

I was casually jogging down my everyday morning route in the light breeze  and early morning sunrise. I always ran really early. I had my headphones in, listening to my own personal recordings and trying to figure out how to make them better, and I was staring down at my quickly moving feet. Something that wasn't safe, but I did it anyways. I was in my happy place and I wasn't going anywheres. 

Until I ran right into what felt like a brick wall. 

Apparently, Thomas hadn't seen me either. We collided at full force, knocking the wind out of my lungs and throwing me to the ground. Thomas tripped and fell too, but I'm sure he did it with much more grace than my awkard plop. My headphones flew out of my ears and my phone plumeted to the gravel path. 

"Ah! I'm so sorry!" I said, completely out of breath, sweat dripping down my face. 

"No, it's my fault." He said, "I wasn't looking." 

"Me either." We both stood and dusted ourselves off, chuckling. 

"Well, my run is over." He says, putting his hand behind his neck in that handsomly awkard movie star style. "Want to maybe... Grab a bite? I know an awesome little dinner with the best french toast." 

I smiled and nodded. 

"Sounds delicious." I recovered my phone and followed him down the road. 

Once we had arrived at the dinner, we talked a lot. I filled him in on my promising future and he gave me some more details on his role in CSI. He had just gotten the script and was glowing with excitment. 

"I only have a few scenes, but I'm stoked." 

"That really is amazing." I said.

"You're really amazing." He replies. Confused, and slightly shocked, I cock an eyebrow.

"You are!" He insists. "You listen to everything that I have to say wholeheartedly. You actually care about my pitiful little dreams, even though you know your are more important than mine."

"Thomas! Your dreams are way important!" I argue.

"See!" He says,"You are amazing!" I blush and smile.

"Thank you, but you're pretty amazing yourself."

"Well, thank you." He says. We finish off our breakfast and he insists on paying.

"No really," He says, "My treat, and an apology for running into you. Literally." I laugh and am grateful for his kindness.

"So, are you busy?" I ask abruptedly. Maybe I'm kinda being desperate, but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.

"Nope, I'm free all day." He says.

"Me too."

"Then let's do something together!" He says. Took the words right out of my mouth.

"Liiiiike what." I say, following him out of the diner, my stomach full of the wonderful french toast.

"Why don't we... Throw a party?" I'm about to laugh at his random and sudden suggestion, but it sounds super fun.

"Let's do it!" I agree,"We can have it at my place! Come on, let's go set up!" He smiles and follows me to my car. He decides to leave his and just get it later, since it's all the way down at the other end of the trail.

I self-consiously lead him through my house. I hadn't really planned on such an attractive young man to come over, so I hadn't really cleaned. I blushed as I threw a stray heel into the closet.

"So, this is your place?" He asks, looking at my giant open windows and large sitting room. "It's amazing. I'm jealous. But it'll also be amazing for the party!"

I agree with him. It's wide and open, and there's a ton of space for dancing. We get set up on the guest list instantly. We spend tons of times on our phones inviting everyone on our contact list. For a last minute party, we got tons of replies with people sayig they'd come. I invited basically everyone I knew, and told them to bringh their friends. Thomas did the same.

I spent my afternoon cleaning, and Thomas took my car and headed for the store. We needed food! I had to decide between letting him clean my disastrous house and letting him borrow my car. It was a pretty easy choice. When he got back with loads of chips, candy, drinks, and other food, w shared a quick lunch and got busy again.

Holding a party was a lot of work.

"Gabrielle, I think we have a problem." It was 5 o'clock, and I'd spent my entire day with him, but him saying my name like that still made my heart soar. "I'm not dressed for a party. " I looked at his running shorts and snug tee shirt and then at my short spandex and razor back tank.

"Well, I'm about to go change. And uh... Well..." I hesitated. Did I really want to do this? Of course, it was Thomas. "I have some of my dad's old clothes upstairs. They would fit you, if you can find anything you like." I didn't want him to have to go all the way across town to change when there were perfectly good non-used clothes here.

"Or is that creepy?" I said.

"No it's not creepy, but are you sure you're okay with that?" He stepped closer to mw, putting his hand on my arm.

"No yeah, it's fine." I don't know why I kept his clothes. I just didn't have the heart to throw any of his things away. They were all stored in my spare bedroom. "I'll go get something for you."

I brought him back a red dress top and some jeans, and they fit perfectly. He wore his sneakers still, because my dad's shoes were too big.

After, he decided to get the food ready while I got dressed. I was in a rush, there was a lot to do in so little time.

I was still gross from my run. I ran into my shower and washed myself with basically every scent I owned. I dried my hair and straightened it sleak, and coated on my make up. I put on the party dress I'd been dying to wear for ages: It was a tight baby blue dress with a sparkly sleave and belt at the waist. I even wore my black heels.

I felt over done, but when I walked downstairs Thomas had freshed up, too. He looked perfect.