Something About You..

Part 27: First Great Night In A While (P3)

Word Count: 6318

-Danny's P.O.V-

There's not much I tend to throw myself into, anything with using a lot of energy really is high on the list, but something about doing this for her kept giving me the motivation to get the date all set up. The idea popped into my head after walking back to the house from taking her home. 

The wind in her hair, the light reflecting off her skin, her body spoke it's own language that night. She was gentle, sweet, and caring. Yet, she happened to be sexy, dangerous, and unpredictable. 

Something about her, and her eyes, brought me to a sudden place I had forgotten all about. I spent all day organizing this. I want her to be absolutely amazed at what she sees. 

That's when my friend smacked me upside the head "Dude, what are you doing? You're gonna be late" Stark pointed out. He then proceeded to take the last drag off his cigarette, finally stamping it out in ashtray. 

"Oh fuck!" I jumble all my shit off the table and quickly dash off to his car, feeling my pocket for the keys, they're not there. "Man, throw me your keys jackass." 

After starting the car, I check my phone to see what time it is. "8:27pm, Go fucking figure." Shifting the gear into reverse, I back out of his driveway before slowly taking off towards her house. 

The last thing I wanted to do was be late and since a gentlemen is on time, I was going to go early. Am I still early? We'll see.

Taking the backroads from Stark's house to mine, took about 23 minutes.. Meaning I just barely made it,  driving past my house, I park at the home just after hers, in front of some bushes that her neighbor purposely over grew so she could have her privacy. I peak into the back seat, seeing the bouquet of mixed flowers, the tulips, gladiolus, a few daffodils, some daisies, and finally roses, because you can't go wrong with getting flowers. 

Looking in the mirror, I readjust my hair, throw in a breath mint, take a deep breath then have a small panic attack. Not sure I know what's really going on, I am not nervous, this is exciting. Something about her draws me in, maybe it's her eyes, or the way she handles herself. It could just be all of her, God, I don't want to fuck this up.

Finally opening the door, I reach in the back and grab the flowers before getting out and making my way up the stairs. As soon as my feet hit the front porch, a wave of nerves erupts inside. 

I am about to have the first date. 

Look, it's hard to explain but a date has never been something I want to do. Being with Sasha, we were never really alone. I mean, unless we are having sex, but once we finished she would leave me in her bed, get dressed and go back to hanging out with her friends. 

This will be different than that, this will be a real date and my first one.

I inch closer to the door, placing the flowers behind my back, smiling. Lifting my hand up to knock on the door felt like I was lifting a hundred pounds. Next thing I know there's a pair of eyes staring at me through the window of the door. Promptly after the door opened to her mom standing there, smiling ear to ear.

"Oh, hi sweetie. She's just about ready. Come on in" She moved into the kitchen, I step in shutting the door behind me. 

"Hi, Mrs. Lifton. It's nice to see you tonight. You look well." I stand nervously by the fridge and the front door. Looking around at the pictures and decor spread out between the living room, kitchen and hall. The house is almost the same setup as mine, the only difference being the stairs to the next level are on the left instead of the right, in the living room. and there's an extra room down at the end of the hall instead of just a bathroom. I noticed that the rooms are set of for spacious comfort, the couch is pushed up against the wall, the coffee table is about a foot away from the couch. Then the tv is pressed up against the guard rail for the stairs, giving a clear path upstairs. It was warm toned, tan couch, light woods, yet the houses wood and interior are dark toned, grey stairs and railings, black window trims, light blue painted walls. Family photos framed as a story all around, baby pictures creeping into the teen years of their daughter, definitely a close knitted family. Alex seems to be the only child as well.