Classic Rock

A Start

Later that night, there was at the knock at the door. When I opened it, my heart skipped a beat.
"Hey." I said.
"Hey..." He looked me up and down, "Were you asleep?"
"No, I was just sitting on the couch." I moved aside, "Come in."
When he walked in, I noticed he had the same bag from the night before and I started to fidget with my hands.
"Were you planning on staying over?" I asked.
"I mean...if you want me to." He shrugged.

I gave him an extra blanket and pillow and he slowly took it from me.
"What?" I asked. He shook head and looked me up and down.
"How was the concert?" I asked.
"It was good..." He said in a suspicious tone, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, why?" I shrugged.
"You seem...off."

Do I? I walked to the kitchen to get a drink and he came to sit at the counter.
"You left, didn't you?" He asked. "I imagined you would after that kiss."
I looked down and shrugged, feeling ashamed.
"I don't want you running away anymore." He asked.
"I can try." I sighed. "So...are we dating now?"
He raised an eyebrow.
"I just wanted to make sure!" I raised my hands.
"What do you think I kissed you for?!"
"...you don't have to yell at me."
He rolled his eyes and went to sit on the couch and I came to sit on the other end.

"Why are you sitting so far away?" He sighed, clearly annoyed with me.
"And you say I ask a lot of questions..." I mocked.
We sat in silence and watched tv until he picked up his phone.
"...you like quiet places, right?" He asked.
"Sometimes."
"Do you like animals?"
"Sure?" I gave him suspicious look, "Why?"
"Don't worry about it."
Okay...weird.

The next morning, I woke up and found Dexter rummaging through my fridge.
"Usually guests ask for fridge privileges first." I crossed my arms.
"Okay, your point is...?" He continued searching, "You have no food in here."
"Yeah I do..." I walked over to show him, "I got bread, salad mix, fruit..."
"I said food, not rabbit food." He clarified as he grabbed his wallet, "I'll be back."
When he left, I noticed a small bowl on the floor with traces of food left in it. He fed Benjamin?

Later that morning, Dexter came out from the bathroom and told me to get dressed.
"Where are we going?" I asked. He gave me an annoyed look.
"Alright-alright, I won't ask any questions." I headed towards my room.

When I came back out, he looked me up and down.
"What now?" I asked.
"Why are you dressed like that?"
"Are you going to criticize everything I do?" I crossed my arms.
"No, but it looks like you're about to go to an interview." He raised an eyebrow. I let out an angry sigh and walked towards the door. I marched down the stairs as he followed behind me.
"Why are you going so fast? You don't even know where we're going." I heard him say.
"God dammit—where are we going then?!" I turned to him.
"What's gotten into you?" He stepped up to me.
"Where, are we going?" I demanded.
"So aggressive..." He stared into my eyes, "You'll see."

I swear, this guy... I followed his slow pace until we reached a small gray car. He unlocked the door and I sat on the passenger side. He revved the car to life and we headed the down street.

Minutes later, we turned onto the highway.
"Wait a minute—where are we going?!" I exclaimed, turning around in my seat. "Am I being kidnapped—are you kidnapping me?!"
"Relax...stop yelling." He focused on the road, "If I was kidnapping you, I wouldn't willingly let you get in the car."

I gave him a suspicious look as I hugged the car door in fear...