"Are we there yet?" I impatiently ask.
"You've asked that for like a million times already!" he complains.
20 minutes into the drive to wherever the hell he's taking me and I'm getting way to impatient.
"Yeah and you haven't been answering for like a million times already!" I complain back.
This is fun. Just annoying guys in general is really fun.
"We're here," he sighs.
I jump up in excitement like I'm a little kid, "Fina-fucking-ly!"
And then I open my door quickly, getting out to see where we're at. We're at the top of a high hill with a very good view of multiple mountains. I can hear a few birds chirping and flying around as the afternoon breeze hit me immediately. I've never seen this place before.
Pres goes to the trunk of his car and takes out a blanket and a picnic basket.
"We..." he starts then closes the trunk, "...are going on a picnic date."
He gets beside me and holds my hand and guides me to this little shade under a tree. He places the picnic blanket on the ground neatly as he takes a seat on it, putting the picnic basket beside him. I take a seat next to him and lay on my side with my elbow on the ground holding my head in my hand.
The tree was shading us just perfectly as the sun's rays shines on the rest of the mountains among us.
I was wearing blue jean shorts with a green bomber jacket tied around my waist while wearing a plain white tank top. I had on a pair of low top converse shoes with white socks that didn't show while wearing the shoes.
I didn't have time to look at Pres just earlier, but now that I look at him, he looks utterly breathtaking.
His brunette hair was slicked to the side while his grey eyes were still as beautiful as ever. He was wearing denim jeans as usual with a maroon red plain t-shirt which is a very bad idea to wear considering how hot it is today. He had white vans and he was looking absolutely fine this day. Not like he doesn't everyday.
"So are you just going to keep staring or are you gonna come eat the food that I just brought out which I doubt you know since you're practically drooling over me right now," Pres says disturbing my thoughts.
I didn't even realize that the food was out until he said it.
I roll my eyes and laugh, "Alright, let's eat because I'm starving. All I ate was two pancakes and that was it."
"Well then you're in luck because I brought three bologna sandwiches. One for each of us. The other one was for if you wanted another one just in case. I also have carrots and celery if you want which I'm not sure if you do or not. There's also mozzarella cheese sticks which isn't the usual 'picnic date food', but I figured... it's good and what's a date without really good food," he smiles at me pointing to each of the food.
I take a look at everything. More specifically, the sandwich and the mozzarella cheese sticks.
"Wow this food is way more drool worthy than you are," I say obliviously, smacking my hand over my mouth when I realized that I said it out loud.
We both laugh simultaneously and he says, "So you think that I'm drool worthy huh?" with a smirk.
I ruffle my eyebrows in pretend confusion, "Huh? I have no idea what you're talking about."
He shakes his head, "Sure," he says in the 'I don't believe you' tone.
"Anyways," I start to change the subject, "Where is this place? I've never seen it before."
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