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The Apprentice
The Second First Date
There was a knock on the door.
"Give me a minute!" she said running to the door.
When she opened the door she saw Pickles dressed in a long black and grey plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, dark blue jeans and black sneakers, holding a single pale pink rose in his hand with a smirk on his lips.
"Here…" he said handing it to her, "ta add ta yer bouquet."
She took it happily, "Aw, thank you Pickles. Wanna come in?"
Pickles nodded and entered, "Wow, Ahfdensen has it lookin' real nice in 'ere." He said.
His emerald eyes exploring everything in the living room from the flat screen mounted on the wall atop a fire place; to the champagne red carpet that had obviously recently vacuumed; to the white leather couch decorated with champagne red, black and silver pillows and a living chair framing the round glass coffee table that she'd decorated with a couple of magazines, the bouquet of roses from earlier that day and two scented candles, giving off a pleasant smell that reminded him slightly of a bakery; to the chandelier hanging up that gave the room a dim yet relax environment.
"Yeah, I love it in here!" she said placing the rose in the center of the bouquet, that pink really made the colors pop. "Would you like to see the kitchen? It's awesome!"
He smiled, "Why nat? I'd love ta know why ya stay in 'ere so much." He chuckled.
"It's nice. Follow me." She said leading him to the kitchen. "Here it is."
"Oh, it is nice in 'ere. But, do ya ever use it?" he chuckled, studying the white marbles tile that matched the counters; then the flat top stove, the pots and pans neatly hanging over it. He walked over to the grey double door refrigerator, "Do you have this stocked?" he asked pointing at it with his thumb.
"Open it up." She smiled.
He opened the fridge to examine it he raised a pierced brow, his mouth dropped open.
He chuckled, "What?"
He slowly closed the fridge, examined her from head to toe, and looked back at the fridge then back to her. He walked over to stand in front of her to grab her toned arms with a straight face.
His green eyes looked deeply into her blue ones, "How…do…ya…manage… to be so fuckin' skinny when all you eat is junk?!" he asked.
They burst into a fit of laughter.
"Hey! Coming from the guy who eats cinnamon buns for breakfast!" she laughed.
He laughed, "Well, my belly shows it! Yours on the other hand…" he joked, poking her toned belly. She giggled a she swatted his hand away.
His brow raised, the drummer grinned his signature, "What's that? Alyx… is ticklish?" he whispered.
"No." she said, putting her hands up in an attempted to hold him off.
He tickled her sides, throwing her off of her defenses.
"HA HA HA HA HA!" she laughed uncontrollably.
He tickled her neck, under arms and belly receiving hilarious reactions. He laughed at the way she squirmed trying to get away from him.
"Okay! Okay! Time out!" she giggled.
Pickles stopped his assault on her belly, "What?"
"You can't call a time out!" he laughed.
She giggled, "Oh well!" she panted.
He stared into her eyes, "You have one of the cutest laughs Ah've ever heard."
She smiled, "Thanks."
He leaned in a bit to kiss her but he changed his mind, "So," he said with a clap. "Ah've gat something awesome planned fer us, if I may say so myself." He chuckled. "You look great by the way." He said studying her.
She wore a brown cheetah print half sweater that'd rise every time she'd lift her arm to reveal her belly, tattoos and peircing, red low-rise skinny jeans, black leather wedged boots that nearly came to her knee, and a cheetah print belt. Her hair was deeply wavy. She'd done her make up to give her eyes the smoky blue effect. He couldn't get over how beautiful her crystal blue eyes were.
"But… I'm not ready!" she said.
Pickles sized her up, "Are ya sure? Ya look fuckin' amazin', look at ya lookin' like ya hoped out of a magazine."
She dashed off, "No, I'm not ready! Give me a second!"
He smiled and shook his head, "Okay…" he said leaning against the counter until she returned.
When she returned, she had a dark red clutch in tow, and was blinking repeatedly.
"Why are ya blinkin' like det?" Pickles asked.
"I just fixed my contacts." She laughed, "Ready to go?"
"What? You wear contacts?" he asked following her out of the kitchen.
"Yes, sir I do."
He stood in front of her and stared into her eyes, "Lemme see!" he stared quietly. "Oh! They're clear!"
Alyx face palmed herself, "Yeah, they're clear!" she said laughing hysterically.
Pickles laughed with her, "Ohhh! Ya wear glasses then?" he asked.
"Hell, I don't wear glasses, I wear fuckin' coke bottles!" she joked.
He laughed, "You have to lemme see 'em!"
"No way!" she said opening the door to leave.
"What? Why nat?! I bet it's cute as hell." He argued, following out of the door.
"I look like freakin' Sofia from Golden Girls!" she joked with a laugh.
"She's adorable though!" Pickles laughed. "I'm sure ya kin pull it aff."
She nudged his shoulders with her fist playfully, "Ah, shut up!" she said, laughing at him.
Pickles wrapped his arm around her waist as they walked down the hall.
"Pickles, how do you feel about pictures?" She asked.
He shrugged, "I don't know. They're okay."
She rambled through her red clutch for her cell phone, "Let's take one!" she asked.
"Ugh! I didn't know ya meant pictures a'me!" he sighed.
"Please," she begged. "And you have to smile!"
"Whaaaat?" he hissed. "I'm nat photogenic!"
She shot him a look of disbelief.
"What?" he asked with a smirk.
Alyx caressed his bearded chin, "You're one of the handsomest guys I've ever meet."
Pickles smirked, "Full body or group selfie?" he joked.
Pickles asked the nearest klokateer to snap a couple of photos for them. Once the mini photo shoot was over they went to the DethLimo that'd been waiting on them for nearly thirty minutes. The ride to their destination was fun. The drummer had the radio on classic rock station, blasting older tunes that they sang together. Songs like: Still of the Night by Whitesnake, Heaven and Hell by Black Sabbath, Paradise City by Guns N' Roses. The red head had to mentally admit he was having one helluva time in that limo and was really looking forward to the rest of their night.
Soon, the limo stopped and so did the karaoke. When the doors to the limo opened, Alyx saw that they were at a crowded theater. There were people being held back behind metal gates and klokateers. There were men, women and teens screaming for her and Pickles. There were paparazzi, fans and tabloid reporters. She looked at him as he exited the limo after her.
"Pickles, what the hell? I thought this was gonna be a private date." She said into his ear, he probably wouldn't have heard her over the screaming and questions.
"Alyx, who are you?" he asked rhetorically. "There's no such thing as privacy anymore." He said back into hers as he pushed his wallet deep into his back pocket and straightened his cloths a bit.
She looked out at the fans and smiled, that was probably the smartest thing someone has told her since she'd got into the business. This meant something to her because he was very familiar with the music industry.
"You're right." She nodded.
He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, "Yee-uh but don't worry it's nat like this inside."
She sighed happily, "Okay."
"Now, what do you want to happen with these fans?" he asked. "I'll deal with it however ya please."
"Let's give them what they ask us for. Ya know, entertain them a bit." She aid looking into his green eyes with a smile.
Pickles shrugged, "Yee-uh okey."
Pickles and Alyx started on the left of the crowd, signing autographs, taking pictures, shaking hands and answering common questions. Eventually, Pickles got irritated and ordered his men to take them away. Usually, he and the guys wouldn't concern themselves with fans but he knew Alyx would enjoy it so he went along with it.
Finally, they entered the cinema and were lead to a private theater that was protected by klokateers so that they wouldn't be interrupted. Pickles chose what was dubbed the most horrifying movie of the year. They found themselves laughing at the entire thing. When the movie was over they just sat there talking and horsing around, still enjoying their popcorn and soda.
"Catch this!" he said tossing up a piece of popcorn.
She attempted to catch it but it hit her nose. "Ah! Damn it, let's try it again." She said waiting for him to toss it.
This time she caught and jumped up to cheer.
"Yes!" she cheered.
He chuckled at her excitement, "Ah'm really glad I asked ya out tonight. Ah've enjoyed dis, I don't know aboot you but I've really had fun doing this with ya.
She sat back in her seat next to him, "Me too. I'd love to do it again."
Pickles smiled, "Yee-uh, definitely. Come 'ere." He said lifting up the armrest to pull her into a hug. He pressed her head into his chest and sighed into her hair, happily. Then he lifted her head so that he could stare into her eyes. He leaned over to kiss her forehead.
"Are ya hungry?" he asked.
Alyx smiled, "Dude, I'm always hungry!" she joked.
He stood up and pulled her to her feet gently, "Of course, if all you eat is junk!" he teased.
"Shut up!" she chuckled, "You and I are no different!"
"Hey, it shows ahn me! Honestly, when I went through yer fridge I expected vegan foods. All I saw in your fridge was fuckin' doughnuts, ice cream, fuckin' uh, what was it?… ah! Pickles…" he laughed, as he led her down the stairs. "What do you want to eat right now?"
"Pizza!" she answered.
"Ah-ha! See det's what Ah'm talkin' aboot!" he joked. "Nah, Ah'm jus' kiddin'."
She chuckled, "Oh, no it's fine." She said following him out of the theater.
"Let's go get ya some pizza." He said, wrapping his arm around her waist.
"And cinnamon sticks?" she asked with an adorable smile.
He stopped dead in his tracks and looked at her; all he could do was chuckle.
"I'll make you cinnamon buns!" she clapped.
Pickles laughed, "You drive a hard bargain. Im ganna take ya up an' dat offer." He said, holding her close to him as they neared the exit.
Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed this chapter! See ya soon with chapter 7. (Warning: It's actually going to be a bit shorter than this one.)