Jo's POV:
Crap, i just waisted my only day off i've had this month looking for "the perfect outfit for my date". I mean, there's still hope, but i'm pretty sure my day is already doomed. It's not that i don't want to be with him. I do, I just, I don't want it right now. Not this second, not this day. Not today, but someday. Oh, and I really don't want to do this date thing.
Sadly, my someday is today. I really don't want this. I want to go over to his place, cuddle, maybe watch a movie, we're "officialy" a couple now, so cuddling is acceltable, i think . I don't know. Just do the stuff that couples do on those nights that their pants stay on. I mean, we haven't even kissed and so far in my twenty something years of life i've never been on a date that didn't end up with me in the dude's bed.
But no, I love him too much. I know what this date means. But whatever. It's not like he had an STD or something - God, i hope he doesn't.
Alex's POV:
Jo's really hot. Like the nice kind of hot. Not the slutty, begging for sex hot, but like actual, girly type of hot. It's just...today sucked. Today sucked bad. Today's not the type of day that makes me want to impress her in bed. I would actually really love to kiss her. Honestly. Passionately. Then maybe sit on the couch she got me out of the blue a few weeks ago, maybe watch a movie... today's just not the day...but i know what she's expecting. They all expect it. But Jo's no ordinary girl, so maybe i do get my kiss after all...
Jo's POV:
It' 6 pm. He said he'll be here at 7 to pick me up. He said he obviously knows where I live, as we've hung out at my place a couple times before. Last month we stayed here until 3 am researching something for a case and ended up almost finding nothing, but damn, i sure had fun. I laughed more than i did in months and just felt so... simply great...
That's the kind of date i'd want to go on tonight, not the fancy overpriced restaurant type of stuff. I mean, i know he has the money, not as much as the other attendings because i'm pretty sure he's always looked down on, but still...
And don't get me wrong. I don't think Alex is a freak for remembering where I live. I just really don't like it when people know where my home, my only safe place is. But, on the other hand, if i had to chose one person to tell them my adress, that wouldld be Alex, which is why I invited him here last month. He's just...like a bear. He seems scary and you know he's dangerous, but he wouldn't hurt anyone he loves, just like a bear protects his family, but you can't help it, he's just too cute. And meeting him is exactly like meeting a bear. He'll either be nice and friendly, or he'll bite your face off. You have to risk it, and I did. He ended up being awsome. He's the nicest bear ever.
I put on my little black dress and start curling my hair. The dress is nice. Goes just above my kness, has a lacey front part and a low-cut back. It's pretty, I guess. I paired it with some sparkly black heels, and a silver clutch. Now i'm curling my hair in big, bouncy, almost too elegant for my taste type of curls. I kept the makeup pretty neutral tho. Did some eyeliner, my usual foundation routine, spent a bit more time on my brows than i usually do, and put some red lipstick on. Now that I look at myself, I think I might've went a bit too far... But I look good, I think. It's 6:45 and i'm ready, so i'll just stare at my porch and wait for him to drive in. Lets hope he won't be late.
Alex's POV:
Now that i'm thinking about this, the more i think i'm more convinced that this was one big, or, in fact huge, mistake. Not the fact that I invited Jo out, but the fact that i actually really invited a girl out.
As i'm struggling to put this tie on without strangling myself, I realise how much i'm not made for this. I look silly. I hate using that word, but i literally look silly. Getting drunk on the couch?-sure. Having hot, fun, meaningless sex in on-call rooms? Yeah, i'll take that too. But going out on an actual fancy date with a girl I like? A girl like Jo? Damn i'm screwed.
I told her i'll come and pick her up at 7.
I got home from work at 4 so, obviously there's no reason for me to be late, right? More like fifty shades of wrong. I got home, took a shower, put my shirt and this fancy, almost ridiculous suit on and all that. I was even ready early. But then i started freaking out, sweating, shaking. If i wasn't a doctor, i'd think i was dying. I didn't like the tie I was wearing so i changed it - big mistake. Those things take me an hour to tie everytime.
Then, me being me, i dropped toothpaste on my shirt. What idiot decides to brush their teeth right after putting on his nicest, freshly washed and ironed, 500$ shirt? Apparently I do. Like, i know for a fact that i am not stupid, i mean i finished school and all but sometimes i feel like the dumbest person on Earth.
So, the idea of going out in that shirt went down the drain. I ended uo actually taking a quick shower all over again. And i'm still sweaty and this new shirt I put one now has even more wrinkles then it did before my desparate attempt at ironing it. And it's not even a nice one. It's the one i wear to funerals. How bizzare, right?
All my nice shirts are at the hospital, and there's no way that I can make it in time if I go there. I know what you're thinking. Why would they all be there? It's not like I live in the hospital, right? Well, it actually almost is. My life is pretty boring - the only highlight in it are the kids I help and now, Jo. Plus, I barely have any furniture at my "house" so there's no much point in staying here anyways.
And second, more important is that i hate shirts. I hate seeing them because they remind me of the stupid "bussines men" dads that come to visit their sick kids, only to complain about how much their kid being sick affects their schedule. I want to punch those guys in the face as soon as I see them, and yet, right now, I look exactly like that. I kind of want to punch myself in the face to be honest. Oh, and then those dads remind me of the dad I never had...
Sure, I had a dad. I had a dad who looked like a homeless junkie, which is pretty much what he was, now that i think about it. All he ever did for me, was torture and punish me. Physically, that is. So, if you can say that that is a dad, then yeah, I had a dad. I told ya' i hate shirts.
God, I always do this. I am going to be late again. I hope she doesn't think I blew her off. I never would blow off Jo. I never could... She's not like any other girl I've ever had, and i'm not even sure I have her. She's different. She's better. She's perfect. And i feel guilty as hell, because no matter what Robbins says, I know I don't deserve her. I'll hurt her, and that's the last thing i'd ever want to do. She doesn't deserve that, I swear to God, if I hurt her, I'll murder myself And I never lie, so when I say I'll do it, I really will.
God. I think I love her.
Jo's POV:
As I sit here looking at my porch, I realise that this, once again, was a mistake. I was wrong, once again. It's 7:15 and Alex is nowhere to be seen. I fugured he'd be late, because he's Alex after all, but...
