This is the beginning to what I hope is an enjoyable piece of Kandy for you all. Brought to you by Sarah and Myself.
ONE LOVE
Kirsten and Sandy had just gone on their first date. They had gone to a local pub where both of them had had way too much to drink. But after walking home together in the pouring rain, they had said goodbye out the front of her apartment block.
Kirsten was now attempting to open the door to her apartment but was finding it difficult as she was feeling a tad woozy. Well that may have been an understatement. But after several attempts the door finally opened. She sat down on her sofa and thought about their first date. "Why did I give him that goodbye kiss? He is such a loser." Kirsten said to herself.
As she sat thinking more about their date, she had to admit that he was kind of funny. But she couldn't cover the fact that he was everything she had never expected or wanted. Well actually, she didn't really know what she wanted. All she knew was that neither Sandy Cohen or Jimmy Cooper were what she wanted.
The evening hadn't gone so bad. He had after all been the perfect gentleman… Just not the kind of gentleman that she was used to. Growing up in Newport Beach, Kirsten was used to doors being held open, chairs being held out, napkins being place.. Sandy had not done any of those things. Although she did have to admit, she was late for the date, so he hadn't had the opportunity to open the door or anything.
Sandy was lying in bed, like Kirsten he was also thinking about their date. He was totally amazed. He loved everything about Kirsten. She was perfect - her body, her hair, her smile, just… everything. He wanted a second date although he knew they two of them came from totally different worlds but he just didn't want to give up on her.
He needed a plan. Sandy Cohen knew that he could be very persuasive when needed to be. But surely Kirsten Nichol wouldn't need that much persuading to go on a second date? I mean after all the first one seemed to go pretty well.
Kirsten was known in Newport for being a major bitch. She was just a typical Newpsie: conceited, superficial and just plain perfect. She knew what she had to do. She reached for the phone, she knew that she had to make it clear to him that he just wasn't her type. She liked Sandy as a friend. She knew that much. But she really didn't see it going further. She couldn't see it going any further. She wouldn't let it.
As Sandy was thinking up a perfect second date his phone rang. He picked it up wondering who would be calling at this time of the night. "Hello" He said.
Kirsten was nervous. She dialled his number. A small part of her hoped that he wouldn't pick up and it would go to his machine instead. No such luck. She held her breathe as he answered.
"Uh Hi Sandy" She said when after a small pause. "Look about tonight -" She started before Sandy cut her off.
"Oh i know" He said. Neither of them said anything.
Sandy was thinking 'Yes! She thought the date went good as well.' Kirsten was thinking 'thank god, he though it was terrible too, this will be so much easier!'
At the same time they both said:
"It was horrible."
"It was perfect."
"Oh I mean" both started.
"I mean" Kirsten said, "It was... good. Naw..." She paused. "Sandy, I'm sorry but you're just not my type. I mean you're definitely a great guy but not for me." She waited for Sandy to answer.
"Oh" was all Sandy could say. What did she mean not her type? That was like the oldest line ever! "Ok then Kirsten, if that's how you feel, I respect that" He wasn't going to let her get away though.
"I'm sorry Sandy." She had a bad conscience now considering that he was so her type but she just didn't want to admit that. "I haven't hurt you by saying this have I?"
"No of course you haven't hurt me. I'm all man" Sandy replied sounding strong, even though she had in fact hurt him. "Just making sure you can have a clean conscience huh?"
Kirsten paused. "Oh I.. ehm... I don't have a clean conscience now to be honest but I just needed to tell you that cos I hate playing with guys." She lied to him because she did in fact love playing with them. But they could never know.
"Right" He said, he thought a girl growing up in Newport that had everything she ever wanted would love playing with men. "Of course you don't." He knew she did.
"I really don't, believe me." Kirsten knew that this wasn't very credible. She was so into him. She could feel her heart beating faster when she heard his voice. She paused for a few seconds because she didn't know what to say.
"Right well" He didn't really know what to say. And that was a first. Sandy Cohen always knew what to say And if he didn't, he always had something to say anyway!
"Sandy, you still there?" she asked.
"Oh yes Kirsten, I'm still here." A pause again. But this one was a long one.
"Sandy, what do you think of me?" She was so happy that he couldn't see her now because her face must have been so red. She wished she could withdraw what she just asked him because it was kinda am embarrassing.
Sandy smiled to himself. He knew she would never have asked him that if she wasn't drunk. They may have only just been on their first date but it had been two and a half weeks of coffee together. He figured he knew her pretty well But as tonight had proven so far, perhaps he didn't. "You want to know what I really think about you Kirsten?"
There was a pause that to Kristen felt like it lasted several hours. She didn't need to say yes to his question. She knew it was rhetorical.
"I think you're perfect."
"Oh… seriously?" She was shocked now. "I… oh my god… Sandy you just made me speechless." Her heart beated so fast now that she was afraid she would have a heart attack. Sandy noticed how she stuttered and that made him smile.
"Well its true Kirsten." Sandy said in a small voice. She may have been conceited but he knew that she was blown away. "To me you are perfect."
And he was right, she really was blown away now and she bet he noticed that already but she didn't care. "Sandy, you're cute", she admitted now.
"Oh really." He said with a huge smile on his face. "You. Kirsten Nichol. Newport Beach born and bred. Think that I. Sandy Cohen. Jewish clown. Is cute?"
"Yes, I think that you are cute." She smiled. "I like you." She never thought that she would be able to change her view that quickly.
Sandy could do nothing but grin. Looks like she didn't need that much persuading after all. "Good" He said.
"Good? Good?" Kirsten exploded. She was so frustrated that she couldn't think properly let alone put a full sentence together.
Sandy could tell she was mad. "If you had let me finish," he said slowly and calmly. "I was going to say good, because I like you too."
"Well okay, that sounds better." She smiled. "So, any plans for tomorrow?", she asked him.
"No not yet, what about you?" Sandy wanted to know.
"Well, no.. I don't have any plans.. but what about...", she didn't even dare to say it "aseconddate?!" She said it pretty fast so that Sandy could barely understand it… but nevertheless he did understand what she just said.
"A second date huh?" Sandy was absolutely beside himself. A second date with Kirsten Nichol! And he wasn't even the one who asked! "I guess that could be arranged."
"Awesome." She was so happy that he said yes. "Ok then, I'll have to stop talking now.."
She looked at her watch. 'Oh my god, I talked for a whole hour to Sandy Cohen on the phone?' She didn't believe it. "Tomorrow? My place?"
"Sure sounds great." He said. He still couldn't believe it… a second date with Kirsten Nichol! "Uh what time?"
"8? If that's okay for you?" she asked
"Perfect. I guess I'll see you then" Sandy replied. He didn't think he had ever had a phone call end and him being this happy.
"Alright, see you tomorrow. Good night!" she said before she put down the receiver. After that she danced in her room because she was so happy now.
"Goodnight Kirsten" Sandy said before hanging up.
They both fell asleep that night with the biggest smiles plastered across their faces.
Dreaming of tomorrow.
