Four Abused Mates| DISCONTINUED

Chapter 35

3rd POV

During Aaliyah and James' Date

"Alright what do you have planned for the night?" Aaliyah asks as she leans against the window of James' truck.

"It's a surprise," James replies with a cunning grin. Aaliyah narrows her eyes at him.

"It better be good," she tells him. He chuckles before replying in a mock southern accent, "Yes Ma'am!"

James decided to take the scenic route by going around the town (hey, there's less traffic out in the country!). Aaliyah didn't like the fact James wouldn't tell her where he's taking her, but she knew to trust that whatever he had planned had to be good if he didn't tell her; god knows he can rarely keep a secret. Seriously, guy once blurted out that he kept a diary until he was fourteen. It was only to her, but it still happened.

Eventually, Aaliyah decided to force the delta into a game of One Word to pass the time. If you're not familiar with the game, it's simple: one person says one word and the players take turns continuing the story. Now because I—IceSky_ the helper and current writer—am lazy, you get a paragraph instead of separate lines for each word! You can thank me later. The game ends up like this:

There was a time when I had herpes and enjoyed eating literal shit. This made everyone furious. It wasn't a good time at Pedro's Pizzeria. He legit sacrificed the pizza to a deformed buffalo so I screamed bloody murder with my uncle and the priest came to my bedroom and they scared his whole entire face off. This was widely unacceptable. Apparently, facial features are deceptive towards government because politicians fear love. Sometimes—nay, until sundown, eventually night—politicians came into the world and wrecked everything except the rich. However, sometimes things go all awry and horrible things happen. Like the end of the world. The end of the world has come upon us. Time to meet your end. Fair well.

Aaliyah is almost in tears from laughter. James is cackling as well.

"Alright, alright," he chokes, trying to keep the car steady (good thing they're on the country roads!). "We're almost there."

"It's about time!" Aaliyah cheered.

She watches eagerly out the window as James reenters the town and pulls into a large parking lot for an equally large building. Tall posters of race cars in the middle of drift are above the doors and a wide grin grows on Aaliyah's lips.

"Oh, my fucking Satan!" she yells. "Race cars, hell yeah!"

James grins, "Thought so. Come on, I got some good seats."

Aaliyah was out of the car before the delta could say anymore. She would have been halfway across the parking lot if James hadn't grabbed her arm.

"You're here on a date with me, not the race cars," he says, clicking his tongue in playful disapproval.

"Well, maybe I want to ditch you for the cars!" Aaliyah replies. "Come on, let's go!"

James laughs and lets her drag him towards the entrance. They almost (very nearly) get lost on their way to the arena but with some help from other helpful spectators, they manage to find their seats before the race starts. Aaliyah is high on cloud fucking nine, a grin plastered on their face and loud cheering passing her lips. James smiles as he watches her, the excitement in her expression made him feel all warm and fuzzy and shit.

This boi is falling in love, it's obvious. Will Aaliyah catch him though? Maybe, maybe not. I think we all know it's probably yes though. Anyway, it's soon time for the race to start! And since I don't know race cars, here are some guessed events!