The Falling virgin

s i x t y s e v e n: dating that blondie

I strolled downstairs to open the door. "We're going out." Connor said as he walked inside, dressed in a fancy outfit. "Huh?" I asked, dressed in my sweats and the comfiest hoodie I could find which probably belonged to Connor himself.

"We're reliving our first date." He said and I frowned. "What? We never really had a first-" But then I nodded. "Oh we did."

"Yeah, well, wasn't really romantic, but now it will be." He said and he grabbed my hand, pulling me upstairs. "But, what will I wear?" I asked and he grinned. "Okay, it's weird that you haven't noticed, but there's a dress in your closet that I bought for you to wear."

"To be honest with you, I haven't really paid attention to what I'm wearing anymore." I said, but he seemed to ignore me. "So, will you do my make up again?" I asked, but he put his hand over my mouth.

"Do you hear that?" He asked in a whisper. I listened closely, only to shake my head soon after. "What's it?" I asked.

"Is there someone with your brother?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow.

I slowly nodded. "Emma."

"Don't you hear the moaning?" Connor asked. I listened again and indeed, there was moaning coming from his room.

"Oh, he's-"

Connor pulled me inside of my room. "Okay, I'm traumatised." I said and Connor laughed. "Pretty sure he has heard you, too."

I scowled at him. "I'm not that loud, you can't always seem to keep quiet, now can you?"

"I can," He said. "Just not with you."

I rolled my eyes and opened my closet. "Where's that dress you talked about?" I asked and he pointed at a box. "There."

I grabbed the box and put it on my bed to open it.

There was a red dress in there, the shape was familiar to the blue one I had worn on the first date.

"Connor." I said and he grinned. "You like it?"

"Like? Love." I said and put my arms around him. "Let's get to the fun part, the make up." He said, putting his hands on my shoulders.

***

We walked into the restaurant his dad owned and he grinned as Lennard, the waiter from last time, walked up to us. "Mr Hamilton." He said and then looked at me. "A date?" He asked and Connor nodded.

"It's been a while since I saw you," Lennard said as we walked to the table. "I think last time was at the beginning of the school year."

Connor looked at me and I smiled which made him smile back. "Lennard," Connor said and got out his wallet, he took out a what looked like a receipt and handed it to Lennard. "We wanna eat this."

Lennard frowned. "Sure."

"Please, don't throw the paper away." Connor said and Lennard nodded. "I'll bring it back."

He walked away and Connor pulled back my seat for me to sit down. When I did he went to the other side of the table and sat down, too.

I looked at him, giving him a questioning look. "Oh, it was the receipt of last time we were here." He said and I frowned. "You still have it?"

"Yeah." He said.

"Why?"

"Because I never had a date like that." He said, fixing his position. "Like what?" I asked and he shook his head, chuckling. "Like, being actually interested in someone." He said.