Sorry it's taken such a long time. To all who have read or reviewed my
story I am extremely grateful. I've been ill for over a week now and I'm
slowly getting back to normal and with that comes updates! This story is
first on the agenda then hopefully another chapter of Hard Candy Christmas
and Nothings Changed. Thanks again and I hope you enjoy it. This chapter is
from the view of the girl in the story. I also think you're going to figure
out the couple in this chapter so I hope you like it. Chapter 3.
I won't dance - Chapter 3.
What did I just do? I asked him out on a date. I mean he accepted but what in the lords' name was I thinking? I think I'm going to pass out or be sick or something. My hearts beating so fast, the words just literally flew out of my mouth before I could stop them.
Good lord. What am I going to wear? The only thing that's in my locker is something that has remains of blood and brain matter on it and although it could be a conversation piece it's not exactly attractive. So this is going to have to be it. My black trousers and my cream jumper and some cowboy boots. They weren't my choice before you say anything. My mom got me them for Christmas last year and they go well with the trousers.
Anyway, that's not the task in hand right now. He's probably only going because he thinks it's a friendship thing or something like that. I just want it to be perfect you know? I like him so much it'd really take a while to get over this if it all goes down the toilet tonight.
What are we going to talk about? Works a pretty safe subject but I don't want to be talking about my earlier incident when I'm supposed to be looking sophisticated and alluring. Man why is dating so hard? I feel like I'm 16 again with all the multitude of butterflies dispersing in my stomach and my eyes balls bursting like the 4th of July every time he walks past.
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It seems like ages until the end of shift when really it's only an hour and a half. I freshen up my hair and dab a little bit of make up on and trying to breathe I set about trying to find him. I walk over to the locker room door and .
"Shit! You trying to kill me?" I manage to let out a giggle whilst trying to recover a normal breathing pattern.
"No, I just thought I'd surprise you," He looks concerned. Oops.
"Let's go," I reply, with more confidence than I actually have. We're walking out of the building. Together. We're getting into my SUV. Together. We're sitting in the SUV. Together. Suddenly this all seems a bit too much to handle. He's only 30cm away from me at most. I can feel heat coming from him and hear him breathing. Oh my Gosh! His leg just brushed against my leg. I need to stop this silliness otherwise I'll hyperventilate. "Are you alright?" He looks at me slightly concerned and slightly amused. Damn, he thinks I'm a loon and by the way I'm acting right now, he'd be correct with his insinuations.
Ok just breathe start the car and drive. Step by step instructions seem to work as my bodies doing everything it should be.
"So how's today been for you?" He starts the conversation and I'm grateful to him for that.
"Don't ask, I mean it's been kind of embarrassing."
"Come on it can't be worse than mine,"
"Fine I had a slight accident when I went to see Doc Robbins earlier but that's all you're getting out of me."
"It's alright you know. Everyone on the nightshift knows what happened. It was funny."
"Oh thanks." I can feel my cheeks burning right now. Are flamingos attractive to men? Didn't think so.
"So what happened today then for you since and I quote 'It can't be worse than mine.'"
"Nothing I was just trying to get your story out of you,"
"I see pick on the accident prone I get it."
"Good good. Anyway turn right there's a great coffee place just off the next turning."
"Good cos I'm beginning to get really thirsty." What am I saying? Isn't that obvious? We're going to a coffee place you're bound to drink so why in the name of all things sacred am I saying what I just did? However, he's smiling at me so I can't have said something earth shatteringly dumb. Well maybe.
He steps out of the SUV and then gets back in.
"What?"
"It's closed."
"Oh yeah not everyone runs on the same hours we do. Why don't you come back to mine?"
I just asked him back to my house. Why don't I just ask him to jump into bed with me it'd probably be quicker.
"Sure."
I let out a little 'phew' and start to drive again. It's only about 5 minutes to my house but it feels like 50. Eventually we get there and I can't help but feel relieved. If anything is going to happen it's going to happen now. I don't exactly know why that makes me relieved but hey I've always been strange.
I fiddle with the keys in the lock and it finally opens to reveal my humble abode.
He just sniggered.
"What?"
"Nothing it's just . it's exactly like I expected it to be."
"Well that's alright then I can forgive you for that." I smile at him hoping to make him feel more at ease. I flick on my CD player and good old blue eyes himself comes blaring out.
"You a Frank Sinatra fan as well?" He shouts over the music. I turn it down and reply, "What do you mean as well?"
"I love his music!"
"Really?" This surprises me I always took him for a country and western man. "You want something to eat?"
"Nah, just some coffee would be great thanks."
"Sure, how'd you like it?"
I can see the cogs turning on the inside of his head. Trying to figure out an innuendo however he comes up with the boring, "Black no sugar." Shame I would have quite enjoyed something that gave me a clue to as if he liked me or not. I watch the kettle boiling with keen interest trying to figure out something witty to say but before I can do that a hand grabs hold of my own and whisks me back into the living room and starts spinning me around.
"I won't dance don't ask me I won't dance don't ask me I won't dance Madame with you, My heart won't let my feet do things that they should do You know what you're lovely."
At this he starts to mouth the words to me and I burst into some form of hysterical laughter.
"Do you know what? You're so lovely Do you know what you do to me? I'm like an ocean wave that's bumped on the shore I feel so absolutely stumped on the floor When you dance your charming and your gentle Especially when you do the continental But this feeling isn't purely mental For heaven rest us, I am not asbestos and that's why I won't dance why should I? I won't dance, how could I? I won't dance Madame with you, I know music leads the way to romance So If I hold you in my arms . I won't dance."
He swings me down in his arms near to the floor and I look into his eyes. He wants to kiss me. I know he does I want to kiss him to but there's one thing standing in our way of romance.
The stupid kettle.
"Leave it." He asks me and I do as he wishes. It can blow up for all I care. He's brought me back up and he's looking right at me and I'm starting to get something that feels remotely familiar to palpitations. He leans in closer to me and breathes lightly on my lips. They tingle and I melt, wanting him right here and right now to kiss me. Slowly but firmly he entwines his fingers around the back of my neck and brings me in closer to him and then he kisses me. And then that's when it all goes wrong.
If you like this chapter please R&R and I might tell you how the kissing goes wrong! ( Thank you for the previous reviews I really appreciate all support that I get as it encourages me to write. Until next time ladies and gentlemen. ( XX
I won't dance - Chapter 3.
What did I just do? I asked him out on a date. I mean he accepted but what in the lords' name was I thinking? I think I'm going to pass out or be sick or something. My hearts beating so fast, the words just literally flew out of my mouth before I could stop them.
Good lord. What am I going to wear? The only thing that's in my locker is something that has remains of blood and brain matter on it and although it could be a conversation piece it's not exactly attractive. So this is going to have to be it. My black trousers and my cream jumper and some cowboy boots. They weren't my choice before you say anything. My mom got me them for Christmas last year and they go well with the trousers.
Anyway, that's not the task in hand right now. He's probably only going because he thinks it's a friendship thing or something like that. I just want it to be perfect you know? I like him so much it'd really take a while to get over this if it all goes down the toilet tonight.
What are we going to talk about? Works a pretty safe subject but I don't want to be talking about my earlier incident when I'm supposed to be looking sophisticated and alluring. Man why is dating so hard? I feel like I'm 16 again with all the multitude of butterflies dispersing in my stomach and my eyes balls bursting like the 4th of July every time he walks past.
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It seems like ages until the end of shift when really it's only an hour and a half. I freshen up my hair and dab a little bit of make up on and trying to breathe I set about trying to find him. I walk over to the locker room door and .
"Shit! You trying to kill me?" I manage to let out a giggle whilst trying to recover a normal breathing pattern.
"No, I just thought I'd surprise you," He looks concerned. Oops.
"Let's go," I reply, with more confidence than I actually have. We're walking out of the building. Together. We're getting into my SUV. Together. We're sitting in the SUV. Together. Suddenly this all seems a bit too much to handle. He's only 30cm away from me at most. I can feel heat coming from him and hear him breathing. Oh my Gosh! His leg just brushed against my leg. I need to stop this silliness otherwise I'll hyperventilate. "Are you alright?" He looks at me slightly concerned and slightly amused. Damn, he thinks I'm a loon and by the way I'm acting right now, he'd be correct with his insinuations.
Ok just breathe start the car and drive. Step by step instructions seem to work as my bodies doing everything it should be.
"So how's today been for you?" He starts the conversation and I'm grateful to him for that.
"Don't ask, I mean it's been kind of embarrassing."
"Come on it can't be worse than mine,"
"Fine I had a slight accident when I went to see Doc Robbins earlier but that's all you're getting out of me."
"It's alright you know. Everyone on the nightshift knows what happened. It was funny."
"Oh thanks." I can feel my cheeks burning right now. Are flamingos attractive to men? Didn't think so.
"So what happened today then for you since and I quote 'It can't be worse than mine.'"
"Nothing I was just trying to get your story out of you,"
"I see pick on the accident prone I get it."
"Good good. Anyway turn right there's a great coffee place just off the next turning."
"Good cos I'm beginning to get really thirsty." What am I saying? Isn't that obvious? We're going to a coffee place you're bound to drink so why in the name of all things sacred am I saying what I just did? However, he's smiling at me so I can't have said something earth shatteringly dumb. Well maybe.
He steps out of the SUV and then gets back in.
"What?"
"It's closed."
"Oh yeah not everyone runs on the same hours we do. Why don't you come back to mine?"
I just asked him back to my house. Why don't I just ask him to jump into bed with me it'd probably be quicker.
"Sure."
I let out a little 'phew' and start to drive again. It's only about 5 minutes to my house but it feels like 50. Eventually we get there and I can't help but feel relieved. If anything is going to happen it's going to happen now. I don't exactly know why that makes me relieved but hey I've always been strange.
I fiddle with the keys in the lock and it finally opens to reveal my humble abode.
He just sniggered.
"What?"
"Nothing it's just . it's exactly like I expected it to be."
"Well that's alright then I can forgive you for that." I smile at him hoping to make him feel more at ease. I flick on my CD player and good old blue eyes himself comes blaring out.
"You a Frank Sinatra fan as well?" He shouts over the music. I turn it down and reply, "What do you mean as well?"
"I love his music!"
"Really?" This surprises me I always took him for a country and western man. "You want something to eat?"
"Nah, just some coffee would be great thanks."
"Sure, how'd you like it?"
I can see the cogs turning on the inside of his head. Trying to figure out an innuendo however he comes up with the boring, "Black no sugar." Shame I would have quite enjoyed something that gave me a clue to as if he liked me or not. I watch the kettle boiling with keen interest trying to figure out something witty to say but before I can do that a hand grabs hold of my own and whisks me back into the living room and starts spinning me around.
"I won't dance don't ask me I won't dance don't ask me I won't dance Madame with you, My heart won't let my feet do things that they should do You know what you're lovely."
At this he starts to mouth the words to me and I burst into some form of hysterical laughter.
"Do you know what? You're so lovely Do you know what you do to me? I'm like an ocean wave that's bumped on the shore I feel so absolutely stumped on the floor When you dance your charming and your gentle Especially when you do the continental But this feeling isn't purely mental For heaven rest us, I am not asbestos and that's why I won't dance why should I? I won't dance, how could I? I won't dance Madame with you, I know music leads the way to romance So If I hold you in my arms . I won't dance."
He swings me down in his arms near to the floor and I look into his eyes. He wants to kiss me. I know he does I want to kiss him to but there's one thing standing in our way of romance.
The stupid kettle.
"Leave it." He asks me and I do as he wishes. It can blow up for all I care. He's brought me back up and he's looking right at me and I'm starting to get something that feels remotely familiar to palpitations. He leans in closer to me and breathes lightly on my lips. They tingle and I melt, wanting him right here and right now to kiss me. Slowly but firmly he entwines his fingers around the back of my neck and brings me in closer to him and then he kisses me. And then that's when it all goes wrong.
If you like this chapter please R&R and I might tell you how the kissing goes wrong! ( Thank you for the previous reviews I really appreciate all support that I get as it encourages me to write. Until next time ladies and gentlemen. ( XX
