Unsure Love.

Remember The Time.

"Can I help you?" I looked up and saw a waitress standing by my table. She was beautiful. "Yes, can I get a water with lemon." "Oh and I want a sweet tea." "I'll be right back." She walked away. I loved the way she walked. She had on a tight little waitress outfit which I found very sexy. "You like her don't you?" Derek looked at me and smiled. "So what if I do?" "Aren't you seeing Lynn?" "I broke it off after she asks me how to spell orange." Me and Lynn had been seeing each other for 3 weeks then one day she was writing a essay and she asks me how to spell orange and then I told her I was done. "Here's your drinks. So are we ready to order?" I pointed to Derek. "yeah I'll have some scrambled eggs with chocolate chip pancakes." I looked at her name tag. Gwen. I loved the name. She even looked like a Gwen. Dark violet eyes, dark brown hair with light blue highlights, her nails were a purple color. "How about you?" "Yeah just the same thing as him." "Okay and can I ask y'all something?" "Sure." We both nodded. "Are you guys like, together?" We both started laughing. I can't believe this chick! "Look sweetheart, were not together. Even if we were, I'm sure it would be a rocky relationship. I'm straight as a pickle. Him, I'm not so sure." "Oh screw you Trent!" She began to laugh. Her laugh sounded like unicorns shitting rainbows on a pot of gold. I loved it. "Well I was just curious. I'll be back as soon as your foods done." She walked away again. "I can't believe she said that!" "Oh loosen up Derek she was just curious." "I would never have sex with you by the way." "Same. Your penis is probably to little." Derek kicked my leg under the table. "Ow! Dickchin!" "What the hell is a dickchin?!" "You that's what!" We both started laughing. Derek was such a good friend. Even though we never get to talk in school we are still really close. "Do you remember the first thing you said to me when we first met?" I was only 8 years old when I met him. "I'm pretty sure I said you looked like a girl with short hair. You still do." Derek leaned over the table and punched me playfully. "Do you need me to refill that?" I looked up and saw her again. Gwen. Just saying the name made my stomach do flip flops. Maybe it was just gas but I don't know. "Yes please." She leaned over and I could a very fair amount of cleavage. She picked my drink up and walked back to the kitchen. "You wanna fuck white trash. I raised you better than this Trent!" "Oh shut up! And you don't know if she's white trash or not. She could be a very smart lady." "Or a very sexy stripper." I began kicking Derek's leg. "Here's your drink." "Excuse me, uh, Gwen. My friend here said he finds you very attractive and wants to know if he could take you to your pimps house after work." Her mouth flung open. She looked at me like I had just killed her cat or something. She looked like she was going to say something until the bell rang. The bell letting the waiters know that food is ready. Gwen gave me a look like she was going to murder me but then she walked away to get the food. "Dude she's probably gonna spit in your food." I slid down my seat so I could kick him in the balls. Derek made a face of pain but then quickly smiled when he saw Gwen walking with our food. As she got closer he started singing, "Here comes devil bitch, here comes devil bitch right down IHOP lane." She slammed his food on the table and gently placed mine down. "Enjoy your food assholes." I looked down and saw a giant ball of salvia. "I fucking hate you." Derek looked at me and laughed. "Whatever you say sweetheart." Gwen came back over and took our drinks again. Without even Saying a word. "Great. You pissed off the waitress." "Not my fault you liked her tits." "Derek, I'm
A guy. I like tits. I can't help it. And by the way, I prefer the word breasts." Derek rolled his eyes. "I'm sure you do bud." When Gwen came back over Derek grabbed her wrists. "Look pasty, I'm sorry. He never actually said any of that stuff and he's actually very smart. And very polite. Now I'm saying this because he really enjoys you as our waitress and I'm
Sure he would actually love to take you out sometime. Don't blame him for anything I did. Oh and if you are ever in bed with him and you tell him to play with your tits, he might get all pissy because you didn't say breasts." Gwen started blushing. She looked at me and slightly smiled. "I'm sorry for spitting in your food." "I'm sorry for being a asshole." Derek started smiling even bigger. "So when are you taking me out?"

How did everything go so wrong? Yesterday she was laying on my chest telling me how much she loves me and now she can't even look at me.