Chapter 7
Paul
The Date Pt 1.
Emily got me out of patrol last night; she knew how stressed and nervous I was over today and trying to plan something perfect. As I lay in my bed, I let my mind wander uncontrollably. How do you plan a date for a girl you have done nothing but hurt physically and emotionally. I literally know nothing about her. I do not know what makes her smile, I do not know what makes her laugh, I know nothing. I knew I would bring her flowers and chocolate and a little stuffed wolf to cuddle with while in the hospital. However, when it came to the meal I did not know what she liked or if she had any allergies.
I reluctantly pulled my phone off my table, my time was dwindling I was forced to call Emily and ask for her help.
"Hello? Paul? Is everything okay?"
"Em I need big, big help is there any way you have some time to spare and I can come over?"
"What does mister tough Paul need help with?"
"I need help on what to make for Jenna."
I heard a slight giggle over the phone and a quick yes from Emily.
"Paul be by my house in 45 minutes, I'm leaving Jenna now and will run to the store now to pick up ingredients."
Smiling about the thought of Emily helping Jenna get ready, I packed a bag with things to shower with and change into after Em and I completed whatever we were cooking. Obviously, Emily knew her better than me and that bothered me, I should be the one who knows her better, but my ego messed that up. I grabbed my keys off the table and quickly went out to the car and sped off towards the store to pick up some flowers and things.
Do I get her the big plush wolf or a small one? Ugh why is this so difficult? I will just get her the small one so that she can keep it in the hospital bed with her. The thought of the hospital bed makes me sigh. I know the bed must not be very comfortable. I sighed loudly, must get back to happy thoughts. At least she will love the flowers and chocolate and little wolf.
Emily
I glanced over at the sliding glass door and saw the flames get bigger.
"Paul! What the heck! Don't let it burn!"
His head turned back quickly towards the grill and I saw the recognition of his mistake.
"I'm sorry Em! Started day dreaming about her."
I shook my head. On the bright side, the food was not overcooked at all. I was just worried about him burning down the house or something. It was different seeing this side of Paul, the hot head of the group mellowing out and trying to win the heart and forgiveness of someone. It made me happy and have hope for every member of our group.
"Paul take the steaks off the grill and bring them in."
I heard heavy footsteps a minute later and Paul walking in with the steaks on a plate. I stirred the rice and checked the fries in the oven. Jenna was a simple girl who really loved fries.
"Paul what do you think we should make her for dessert?"
"What about brownies?"
"We could do ice cream and brownies, but you know the ice cream will melt so how about you text me when you finish your meal and I will bring it over?"
I watched as Paul nodded and ran off upstairs to shower and get ready for his date. I smiled softly to myself and began making the brownies from scratch. Why even consider using a box when I know how much everyone loves my homemade brownies.
I quietly stirred the mix before putting it into the pan to bake when I heard the footsteps coming down the stairs.
"Paul you looking amazing, don't give her a heart attack you stud! Just give me one moment to pack everything it will still be hot by the time you get there I promise."
I packed everything nicely and handed the bags to him. I followed him out to the porch and waved to him as he backed out of the driveway. I pray everything goes smoothly for him and for her, out of everyone here she deserves this.