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SHE'S JUST PERFECT
Before I left work, I told Tom I would meet him and Doug at the bowling alley tonight. It was basically a date, and Doug was third-wheeling. How lame. Who knows, he'd probably try to pick up some girl...and fail.
I was running a bit late, considering I got all ready. I put light makeup on, and I curled my hair. I was wearing a slightly casual outfit that consisted of ripped baggy jeans and a pink and white cropped tie-dye tank top. I wore a varsity sweatshirt over my tank top, since it was always chilly in the bowling alley.
Yeah, yeah, Tom gets "made fun of" for his bowling obsession, but I think it is so cute to see him do something he's so serious about, yet enjoys.
I have one of my legs up on my seat, and I use one foot to control both pedals. I grab the can of root beer from my center console and take a sip. Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac plays lightly from my radio, I quietly sing along, and softly tap my fingers on my steering wheel.
I pull up to the bowling alley and scrunch my hair, looking in my rear view mirror. I take some lipgloss and glide it across my lips smoothly. Smacking my lips, I wink at my reflection. I pop a piece of gum in my mouth, and step out of my car. I shut the door and walk to the front door. A younger gentleman holds the door for me and I nod my head in response.
I enter the smokey, dim-litted building and the man working at the front desk tries to stop me to pay, but I tell him I'm only here to watch someone. He nods and rubs his mustache.
I look around for Tom and Doug, they aren't in their usual spots. I finally see them, because their backs are facing me. I start to quickly run up to them, but stop myself when Tom says my name.
"You really love her, don't you, Hanson?" Doug says as he chugs the rest of his beer pint.
"Oh man, I really, really do Doug. She's- she's just amazing..." He swallows just staring at the ground. "she's just...beautiful, perfect, and I'll admit , absolute heaven." He winks. "In all ways."
Doug grabs Toms head and gives him a noogie on the top of his head.
"Awww Tommy boy's in love!" Tom shoves him off and gives a disgusted look.
"Shut up, Penhall." He scoffs. "Now as I was saying, there's nothing about her I would change...I mean she's just perfect and there's no more to it than that."
"So you've...you know, done it with her?!" Penhall asks unreluctantly.
I think that's enough of that.
I speed walk over to their seats I go behind Tom and tickle his shoulders. He jumps lightly.
"Hey, baby boy!" I say cutely and tilt his head back to where it's upside down from my prospective. "I heard you love me..." I giggle and rub down his nose. I bend down and kiss his lips before he could say anything. "...a lot."
"Hey, baby." He says sounding a little embarrassed.
"Hey Douglas." I squeeze Dougs shoulder and make my way around to their side.
"What's up!" He reply's. When I get there, Tom places his hand on my hip as I sit down beside him. I have my body facing towards Tom and Doug.
"Why aren't you playing, Tommy?" I ask as I take his drink from him. I take a sip and make a face considering how strong it is.
"I'm already done, babe. You were a little late." He says taking his drink back.
"More than a little." Doug chimes in. I look at him like 'come on'. "What? You had me stuck here with him. Now instead of third wheelin' this whole time, I'm gonna go fine a hot date!" He smacks his lips and points at us.
"Good luck with that!" I call out to him.
Him and Tom do their McQuaid brothers handshake and I scoff at their immaturity. Penhall walks off smoothly and Tom brings his attention back to me.
"You look beautiful." He's staring right at my face, and I can see his dark eyes looking around it.
"You look pretty hot yourself, mister." I put a finger on his thigh and lean in for a kiss. He kisses my lips softly and I smile during it. He raises his eyebrows and smiles a bit looking down. "You're so cute." I rub his cheek, feeling his small stubble.
As he leans forward I scratch and rub his back.
"How was work today, baby?" I ask while kissing his cheek.
"It was alright I guess, busy." He sips his drink and sets it on the table in front of us.
"Yeah." I reply. I reach down to take my sweatshirt off. I do it slowly while making eye contact with Tom. He dramatically bites his lip.
"Damn." He curses under his breath.
"What, baby." I say sarcastically.
"I can't control myself around you." He shakes his head. "Come on, Y/N, let's get out of here and go to my apartment, darling." He scoots closer to me.
"I got all ready," I motion down my body. "for you to want to do that as soon as I get here? Nuh, uh, uh, Tommy. Wait." I say giving a sly smile.
He rolls his eyes and smiles. Taking me in for another sweet kiss, this time he kisses me a few more times. Using his tongue hungrily. I kiss him back, opening my mouth wide. I pull away and kiss his neck once.
We spent the rest of the night sitting there talking, kissing, touching, and giving sensual comments.
