Chapter 4

I think that Fanny was almost as excited about my date as I was.

Almost.

She was digging through my closet picking out outfits for me because I was fashionably challenged. I argued with her that Nigel kissed me and asked me out in my normal attire, but she said that I needed to show that I actually cared about the boy enough to try for him. Or he might not deem me worthy and that means, no second kiss. Sadly, the girl did have a point. I hated when that happened.

When all was said and done, I looked into my full length mirror and was completely satisfied with my appearance. It was awesome! I officially understood why Fanny was my best friend.

She eventually left and I had only a couple minutes to kill until Nigel got here. So I managed to pass the time by downloading music. I would say legally, but who really does that? Aha. Alright.

And then...DING DONG! I checked myself in the mirror. I was alright, but could do some improvement. I smiled and went out the door. I walked down the stairs and saw Nigel's face smiling through one of my windows and I instantly smiled back. He then went back behind the door. I turned around and saw my father right behind me. My mom was currently at work. Aw, Dad. I thought you were gonna work late too. Guess I shouldn't of told him about my date on Wednesday.

I opened the door, my dad still on my tail and greeted Nigel, "Hey...What's up..."

He shrugged, "Nothing." He then looked at my dad. You see my dad may be an office worker who likes to travel for business a lot. What he does, I'll never know, and whenever we get to the subject it changes quickly, so...back to the point! Anyways, my dad was roughly 6'4'' and Nigel had to be 6'. Those four inches do make a difference, trust me. My dad's brown eyes looked as though we went back to caveman days(no offense Geico cavemen) and it was about to be a man-on-man battle. Nigel's blue eyes looked intimidated and his smile was nervous.

I smiled at both of them warmly, "Dad this is Nigel," I used my hand to point to Nigel, "And Nigel," I moved my hand so it was now leaning towards my dad, "this is my Dad."

Nigel put out his hand, "Nice to meet you Mr. McKenzie. How are you doing?"

My dad smiled and grabbed his hand, "I'm doing great actually, and you?"

"A tad bit nervous," Nigel answered.

My dad dropped his hand and nodded towards me, "It was a pleasure to meet you Nigel, but it is time for me to go up into my room. Gotta do some work before work tomorrow."

"Good luck with that," I smiled.

"Now don't have too much fun you too," He raised his eyebrows and walked up the stairs.

I looked over at Nigel, "Ready for some fun?"

"Not too much though, right?" He smirked.

"I thought you wanted to be the exception."

His smirk turned into a grin, "Well. Let's have some fun then."

I grabbed his hand and led him to my basement. Now you see, my basement isn't that great. Just one giant room. With a sectional couch in the middle and there is a giant screen TV.

I let go of Nigel's hand and he sat down.

"So what do you want to watch?" I asked.

He shrugged, "What do you have?"

I walked over to my shelf and began to read movie titles. As I was reading, I guess he walked behind me and he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"What?"

"I'm kind of not in the mood to watch a movie."

"Then what are you in the mood for?"

He simply said, "You."

I chuckled, "Is this some of the Nigel-Uno moves you were talking about?"

He nodded and placed his head on my shoulder, "Working?"

I shook my head, "No. I'm sorry."

"Oh," Was all I heard come out of his mouth. You know what I learned next? I learned a major turn on of mine...when you nibble on my ear. 'Cause you know what he did? He nibbled on my ear. And guess what I did? I giggled.

I felt his smirk. He whispered, "Are they now?" I turned around forcing him to stop.

I then grabbed his face, "I hope you're ready to be my exception." I then jammed his face into mine and kissed him fully on his oh-so soft lips. I dropped my hands, so they were around his neck and he kept his around my waist. I felt him begin to push me against the shelf, but somehow I managed to get him on the couch(Me laying on top of him). I really didn't want my dad to see his DVD collection all messed up...and him knowing I had "too much fun." Though kissing Nigel was the greatest thing in my life so far.

I pulled myself away and looked at Nigel. He seemed both amused and disappointed at the same time. Hopefully the disappointment was from me pulling away. I smiled slightly and he did too. He then put one of his hands behind my head and I felt my face go closer to his. I closed my eyes and we kissed...again. This time it was he who began to pull away. I then asked, "How are you so good at this?"

"There is no right answer to that question," He said, "You're not so bad yourself. Where did you learn?"

I blushed, "Naturally talented. What else can you expect from me?"

He chuckled, "You're funny. I like that you're funny. And you know what? I've never seen a girl look so good in corduroys."

I felt myself get redder by the second, "Thanks. I think you look good too. And you're funny."

He smiled, "Do you think you'd want to do this again?"

I nodded, "This would be so much fun again."

"What time is it?" He asked.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket, "No way. We could've not done that for an hour."

"It's already 8:00?" Nigel shook his head in disbelief, "What time do you your parents want me to leave?"

I began to ramble, "Well if I know my dad, he wants you to leave now, but if it were up to me. Never," I chuckled, "Just kidding. You should probably leave around nine because if you leave early, my dad will love you and I want him to love you. So nine's good."

"Ok. Good," Nigel smirked, "I'll have you to myself for that long then?"

"And what do you plan to do?"

"Let's talk."

We both sat on the couch facing each other.

"About what?"

"You. Me. Interests," He nodded.

I nodded, "OK. Lets see..Favorite Color and Birthday."

"Red and January 12th," He answered, "You?"

"Yellow and August 22nd," I replied.

He thought for a moment about what question to ask me. He then smiled, "Favorite animal."

"I guess giraffes. No specific reason I just always loved them. You?"

"Turtles. No specific reason."

"Siblings?" I asked.

"None. Only child. Fits in with the whole Uno thing I got going on. You?"

"A younger brother" I answered.

"Favorite book?" He asked right away.

"I have 2. The Bell Jar by Sylivia Plath and The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chybosky. And of course yours?"

"Flow my Tears, the Policeman Said by Phillip K. Dick."

I nodded.

The rest of the night was great. Or at least until the part where the clock struck nine and Nigel had to leave. We were standing by my the door when he grabbed my hand, "I'll call you later, OK?"

"Not if I call you first," I smiled.

He shook his head, "No. I'm being the gentlemen."

"What if I want to be the gentlemen?"

"Rachel. I like the fact that you don't have a penis, so don't pretend you have one."

"I like the fact you have one," I smiled, "And you know what they say, opposites attract."

"So let me call you."

I nodded, "Fine."

He kissed my cheek and put his mouth to my ear, "We're gonna have another date. Not at your house. OK?"

He pulled away and I nodded.

And that's how it ended. He also ended up calling me that night to set up the next date. He wanted it the NEXT DAY. And how could I deny when he put on such a sweet voice. God. The effect this guy has on me.

Our next date was during the day and it featured ice cream in the rain and Minus the Bear in his room talking in terrible British accents. That lasted for a good two hours and, I'm not gonna lie, it was probably the best date I've ever been on. And guess what? That night, he asked me to be his girlfriend. And you know what I said? Yes. I said yes. How could I not say yes? Especially with the way he asked me.

Once the laughter died down from our British accents, I looked over at the clock and it said it was 6. I looked out the window and noticed it was getting dark. Shit. I'm having dinner with my mom in 30. I glanced at Nigel who was staring at me with a twinkle in his eye. I smiled, "Beautiful. I need to get home. You wanna take me there?"

"If you are asking me if I want you to leave," He said, "then no. But I don't think you're asking me that, so yes 'cause I'd basically do anything for you."

I nodded, "Alright. Let's go then."

We got to my front door and I was purposely fumbling with my keys, hoping he would at least kiss me goodbye. Nigel grabbed my hand, "Hey Rachel..umm..before you go in..uhh..umm-,"

"My house?" I turned to face him.

"Yeah. Your house," He blushed, "I-um-wanted to see if you'd, I mean, umm...I kind of was hoping if you would-um-you know considering, well, ughh! This shouldn't be this hard," He took a deep breath, "Would you mind if I called myself your boyfriend?"

I always did love his choice of words. I nodded, "As long as you don't mind me calling myself your girlfriend."

He smiled, "Great! Then we're going steady then!" He then kissed my cheek.

I chuckled, "See ya, babe."

He walked down the steps of my porch, "Not if I see you first!"

"When were you planning to inform me about your homosexuality!" I called out.

He turned around and gave me a joking glare, "Well since it's out of the bag, I guess now would be a good time, you know, in front of all of your neighbors. HEY! RACHEL'S BOYFRIEND JUST SO HAPPENS TO BE-,"

"Just go!" I interrupted, "Before I call the cops."

He waved, "I bid thee a farewell, my maiden!"

I waved back, "Bye, Darling."

He smiled and got into his car. And that was that.

That night, once I had the dinner with my mom, Dad was currently away on business again(one of the main reasons this marriage wasn't working). And right after that, I called Fanny.

"Hey Rachel!" her voice rang.

"You want to hear about my date?"

"Of course."

"Alright," I smiled, "So we had ice cream in the rain and then hung in his room, listening to Minus the Bear and talking in British accents."

"Cute," Fanny's voice sounded like she approved of our activity.

"And when he finally took me home he asked me out," I continued on with my story, "Well he asked me if I would mind if he called himself my boyfriend."

"I always approved of Nigel's choice of words," She commented, "The way he asked you out and now this. He's too good."

And Fanny was right. My boyfriend. Can you believe that? BOYFRIEND. My boyfriend is too good.

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