It All Started With A Pen

Candy-Coated Kisses

^^that's technically a 2020, but we'll ignore that...

"Sorry about that," I apologize to Adam again, my cheeks refusing to return to their usual color.

"Don't worry about it! Dean's hilarious when he's drunk, but sometimes he gets a little crazy." Adam laughs, showcasing a perfect smile. It's basically glistening in the dim lighting. Do I try flirting now? The movies never make it seem this awkward.

"Your teeth are, like, perfect! How is it possible they're so white?" I ask. Holy fudgenuggets, WHAT am I DOING?! This is not flirting. Abort mission, Ashley! If I could, I would take Zara's wedges and shove them in my mouth. After knocking myself out with them.

Adam laughs again. It sounded more like a "hahahyou'resoweirdandcreepyI'mgettingawayfromyounow" laugh, though. "When you grow up with both your parents as dental hygienists, you get that. It means no sticky candy, though."

"No... sticky candy? So, you couldn't eat Laffy Taffy™'s?"

"Nope, never had one. I also couldn't chew gum or eat popcorn when I had braces like everyone else does."

My eyes bulge in a very unattractive way. "You've...never...had...a Laffy Taffy?!"

He scratches the back of his neck and grins awkwardly. "I feel like if I say no again, I'll be dismembered."

"Come with me!" I grab his wrist and pull him towards the door. He aids me by walking without a struggle. "Do you mind leaving?"

He looks into my eyes. "If it's with you, then no."

My knees tremble as I realize his arm is still in my grasp. I quickly drop it, my face flushing. Smooth. We walk out the ornate front door and I glance around for my car before remembering...

"Oh, sugar," I say, standing on the grassy lawn. "I didn't drive here."

"We can take my car," Adam suggests, pointing to a glint of silver on the street, surrounded by other cars. "I was going to be the DD, but if we're not back, the guys can get a ride home or crash here. They'll survive."

If...we're not back? My stomach somersaults as I imagine what could happen that would prevent our return. "No!" I chastise silently. "You are a good girl. Clear your mind. Begone, thoughts!"

The beep from his car shakes me out of my brief fantasies, and I form new ones as I lay eyes on the motorized vehicle. "Holy crud! You drive a Bentley Flying Spur W12 S? That's my favorite model! Wow, how long have you had it for? It looks brand new!"

He chuckles. "You like cars?"

"Yeah, love them. Sorry for geeking out on you for a second. They just really interest me."

"Don't be sorry. But to be frank, I know next to nothing about cars. Bex is more of the car guy. This was my brother's, he had it for a year before passing it down to me. I've owned it for about two years."

"Wow, so 2017, cool! It really resembles the 2005 model a lot."

Adam blushes, looking kind of lost. 

"Sorry, sorry. I'll stop," I apologize.

"No, really, don't worry about it. It's kind of cute, actually." 

I blush again, my car gush ceasing (for now). 

"So, uh, shall we get in?" He holds the door open for me and I smile, tilting my head to enter. Before he reaches his door, I quickly run my hands over the interior, feeling the leather and the display. "Wow," I whisper to myself before the click of the other door sounds. 

"Okay, where to?" he asks. 

"Umm, the 7/11 nearby?"

"Will do, m'lady," he jokes. I smile.