Date Night

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As we cascade down the stairs, I felt nervous. So nervous that my palms started to get clammy and sweaty and I would constantly act paranoid. It was really strange for me. We got to the bottom step and he grabbed his coat. Once he has it on he looks at me sympathetically seeing me fidget by my lonesome self.

"Are you alright?" He asks, the concern visible in his voice. To be honest, I was panicking, on another level. I looked like I saw a ghost, my palms are Niagara Falls, and I feel like I'm gonna pass out. But sure, totally fine.

"Yea, I'm good." I say. He gives me one more glance until he nods and avoids the shakiness in my voice. I curse to myself as we walk to the front doors. God, why the hell am I an idiot? And why am I nervous? For what? It's just a nice date. That's all. I then come to my senses realizing I have never seen the front of the house before. As he holds the door out for me, I take in the surroundings of the front yard. The drive way was in a circle and had one large long strip that went out of it straight ahead. It looked like really nice red bricks were place neatly and evenly together side by side in different patterns. A tall fountain was in the middle of the round about which made this palace even more elegant. It was like I was in the 1700's about to go to an old friends house in a giant puffy dress with my hair elegantly done getting ready to get in a small wagon pulled by a beautiful white horse. But this is reality. There are no wagons and we don't ride horses. We don't wear elegant fancy dresses that puff out down to the floor. This is the 21st century. Nothing from back then is the same now. But the drive way did look really elegant. In front of the door down the nice looking steps was a black ranger rover, clean and powerful. I walk in a trance as he walks over to the car. He stops at my door and opens the it for me. He turns around and sees me walking in a slow pace a little dazed. His eyes scrunch together questioningly.

"What's wrong?" He asks. I shake my head, shaking it from my trance.

"Nothing at all." I say as I quicken my pace. He smirks knowing the real reason.

'Its amazing isn't it?'

My eyes widen as I slow down in front of the car door that Jack was holding. He still holds the mischievous smirk thinking he was cool and sly. He shakes his head.

"Get in the car." He chuckles. I quickly get in the car and wait for him to close the door. I watch him still astonished with his ability to speak into my mind as he jogs to the other side of the car. He gets in and slams the door.

"How did you do that?" I ask before he can even start the car. He looks at me and shrugs.

"Something I was born with." He says.

'You can do the same'

I give a confused look not knowing what he means. He sighs and starts the ignition. I'm probably being a nuisance to him.

'Your perfectly fine'

I look at him and blush. He smiles that precious smile of his and shifts gears. I put my hand on his just before he could move it. He looks at me a little surprised I would even make a move like that, so was I. But his face softens and he starts driving to our destination.

As we drive, it's like the forest is getting thicker with every mile we pass. It's quite beautiful out here and It doesn't even bother me. Even though winters almost over, the snow that's half melted on the ground, the trees, and the streets makes the scenery even more beautiful. I bet it's going to snow again tonight. We all know how these bipolar seasons are. Like how last year when winter lasted about two to three months and me and Rachael had to bundle up extra when getting to school when we were sophomores. And I can't believe that I'm missing junior year this year! But I guess the only bright sides that there's no more assignments or homework. After many turns and long straight continuos drives, we finally turn a corner to a even more woodsy area. It was like it got thicker and you can't even see passed the trees. All of it Is just bark, thick bushes and leaves. He slowly stops as he turns off the ignition and looks at me.

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