What Do You Do…?
Chapter 7- The Date
A/N: Sorry for the delay. My life has gotten hectic. Don't expect me to post new chapters very often. I'm sorry but writing seems to be at the bottom of my priorities, and I hate it! I hope you like this chapter, but it is kind of just filler to try and get a chapter out. Tell me what you think.
The final bell rang and Grissom and Sara sat quietly while all the other students raced out of the class to their long awaited weekend. Slowly, they both got up from their seats and grabbed their bags. "Please, let me." Grissom said, taking her bag from her hand and carrying it for her.
"Thank you."
"My pleasure." He smiled at her and she smiled back. "Do you need to stop by your locker or are you ready to go?" He asked, stopping at the hall with their lockers.
"I need to grab some things first." He followed her to her locker and handed her her backpack to put the books in. She grabbed some text books and threw them in the bag and Grissom took it back from her. "You don't need to carry it. I can do it, you know."
"I know you can, but I want to take it so you don't have to." She smiled at him. They started walking to his car and realized that there were only a couple other people still at the school. Grissom opened the trunk and threw in their bags before running over and opening the door for Sara.
The ride to Sara's house was silent but the whole time they held hands. Once parked outside her house he dreaded letting go of her hand. "I'll see you later then?" She asked.
"I'll be here 5:00 sharp."
"I can't wait." She got out, grabbed her bag and then waved to him from the top of her porch steps. He waved back and waited for her to get inside before leaving.
She got inside and shut the door behind her and ran upstairs. "I'm home!" she shouted to her foster mother as she went. She got to her room and grabbed her towel before heading to the shower. She took a quick shower then opened her closet and tried to decide what to wear.
She pulled out all of her clothes but none of them seemed good enough. They were all stupid and too boring and too… old. She hasn't had any new clothes for over a year. All her stuff is either her old clothes or clothes handed down to her by her previous foster siblings. She sorted through all her jeans and pants and couldn't find any that she thought made her look good. They were either too big or too small, some had holes, and others were just ugly and she has never worn before.
Getting frustrated she through the pairs of pants to the floor and sighed. She looked through her shirts and picked a nice baby blue tank top and a light blue jacket over it that fit her nicely. She held the shirt in front of her in the mirror. "If only I had something to go with it." She talked to her self. She looked at the clock. "It's already 4:00!" she shouted. She quickly got down on the floor and started looking threw her pile of pants on the floor.
After searching threw for a couple minutes she remembered the stack of clothes in the back of her closet the she has never worn. She scrambled to her feet and opened the box that held her skirts and dresses. She dumped it on the floor and sifted threw it until she found a jean skirt that her last sister had given her when she moved out three years ago. She quickly put together her outfit and put it on. The skirt was a little shorter than mid thigh and matched her shirt perfectly.
She sighed, happy that she found the right thing to wear. She put on some make up and then looked at the clock. 4:15, now she had to wait.
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Grissom threw himself on his bed, he had a towel wrapped around his waist from his shower and his hair was still dripping water. He couldn't find anything to wear. His jeans are too casual and his dress pants too dressy. He couldn't decide whether he should wear normal school clothes or if he would look ridiculous in normal day attire. What if she dressed up and he didn't? Would she think that he wasn't as serious as she was? I should dress up. He told himself.
But what if she wasn't as dressed up as him? He would look like a fool. He would be dressed up and she would look like she didn't really care about the date. Was that true? Did she not care about the date? No. he said. She is as happy as I am. He smiled but then the smile fell a little. I hope.
He grabbed for a pair of jeans that he hasn't worn in a while. They were casual but stylish. He threw them on over his boxers and stood in front of the mirror without his shirt. He tried to decided what color shirt would go with his pants. He couldn't decide so he went to his closet and picked at random.
He threw on the shirt and looked in the mirror. It was black and fit tightly to show of his muscles. He smiled at his reflection. He hasn't worn this outfit since he dated Sophia. She said it made him look sexy and he had to agree that he did look pretty good.
He looked at the clock, 4:20. He lay down on his bed and flipped his TV on. After a couple minutes he turned it off, realizing that he wouldn't be able to concentrate, and thought of Sara.
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At five O'clock sharp Grissom pulled into Sara's driveway. Not that he planned on being right on time. He had left too early and didn't know if she was ready so he drove through the town for a while then headed back. He calmed himself and started walking to the front door. And at that point he started to freak about his clothing choice. Were his pants to tight? Did his shirt look good and clean?
Sara heard him pull up, for the second time. This time he wasn't early but right on time. Not that she minded, she was ready long before he pulled up the first time. She heard his car door slam and she was scared. She shouldn't let him see the inside of her house. It was a disaster from Steve's tantrum this morning. She rushed down the stairs and hurled herself out of the door as quickly, and as quietly, as possible.
Gil was startled when he met Sara only half way up the porch steps. "Hey." He said surprised, her presence breaking all his thoughts.
"Hi." She said blushing. He smiled as she tried to hide her face.
He backed up a couple steps and looked at her. "You look beautiful. Sorry I didn't say it at first but you scared me."
"Oh," she blushed more. "Sorry about that. I had to rush out the door or my parents would have wanted to interrogate you."
"Oh, your parents." He said simply. "Doesn't your dad work during the day?" he asked.
"Yes." She said, fearing getting caught in the lie she told him. "My mom is home though."
"So, I guess you're ready to go then." He half chuckled.
"Ya, so where are we going?" she asked while he lead her towards his car.
"First, I thought that I'd bring you to a movie. Then after that, dinner at my house." She smiled at him but didn't say anything. He took it as a bad sign. "Sorry I can't take you anywhere fancy or anything, but I don't really have that much money to spend." He rambled on.
She put her hand on his arm gently while he drove and he looked at her quickly to see her smiling. "I don't expect you to bring me to expensive restaurants." He smiled. "A movie and a home cooked meal, that sounds… exquisite." She did the last word in a false snotty voice that lightened the mood.
They both chuckled and Gil took Sara's hand in his and squeezed it. He brought it to his lips and kissed the back of her hand and then brought their combined hands to his knee. She looked at their joined hands and back up at him. He was staring at her with deep blue eyes and a wide smile, and just looking at him made her smile.
After several long seconds of this staring game, a car behind them honked and they both leaned away. "The lights green." Sara said, blushing again.
"Ya, it is." And they drove on for a while longer.
"You look good, too." He looked over at her in confusion. She didn't know what to say. "Well, you do. I forgot to tell you earlier and thought that I would tell you now."
"Thanks." He cut her off before she could start another sentence. The rest of the ride was spent in silent, to avoid further embarrassment for both of them.
Once at the theater they got soda and a small popcorn so they don't spoil their appetite. They took their seats, directly in the middle, and waited for the previews to pass and their movie to play. Gil looked around the almost empty theater and smiled, No Jim in sight yet.
But something was off with Sara. Sara has been quiet since the car and Gil began to worry. Whenever he tried to talk to her she would answer the question but then o right back into silence. I'm I doing something wrong? Did I forget something? He asked himself. He looked over at her and she was staring at her hands in her lap. "So…" he started for her.
"So…" she said back and looked up at him.
"Are you excited for the movie?" he tried.
"Ya." He continued to look at her so she continued, "I've heard good things about it."
"Ya, me too." He turned and looked at the door when someone kids came running in, horsing around with each other and the mother left behind trying to keep them in check and carry all the food and drinks. When he turned back to Sara she was looking back at her hands.
Sara wasn't trying to be rude or not talk, she was just scared. First off, she didn't know what to say. Second, Steve had threatened her that if she broke another rule then she would be grounded, which meant staying home after school and being beaten. She couldn't get over it. It was all she could think about, because if she was grounded it meant she couldn't see Gil anymore.
The lights dimmed and Sara looked up at the screen, but Gil looked at her. She didn't know what to do, he looked worried. She reached over and grabbed his hand. She didn't look over but he saw her smile widen. He squeezed her hand back and they sat back to watch the movie.
Half way through the movie Gil noticed Sara was uncomfortable so he dropped her hand and moved the arm rest that was between them. She looked at him confused but he turned her around and grabbed her shoulders and led her back so she was lying against him. She snuggled into his chest and he wrapped his arms around her. They both smiled and continued watching the movie.
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Gil and Sara arrived at his house a little after eight. He opened the door and held it open for her to go through. "Andrew!" Gil called while shutting the door behind him. He turned to Sara and explained, "My mom's boyfriend," and she nodded in understanding.
"In the kitchen!" she heard a man, Andrew she guessed, call out.
Gil led her through a door and there stood a huge man, tall, probably an inch shy of six feet, and muscular, but about the age 48-53. His hair was cut short, a little longer than a buzz cut. He looked like he was previously in the army. "Andrew, this is Sara. Sara, this is Andrew."
"Nice to meet you," he extended his and to her.
"Nice to meet you, too," she shook is hand and was surprised to find his grip not crushing but gentle.
Sara noticed a short woman walk into the room. Gil turned to her and signed to her, "Hello, Mom. This is Sara."
She smiled at him and signed back, "Sara, I like her name. She's cute too. Good choice." If Sara knew what his mom said it would have been truly embarrassing.
Gil turned back to Sara, "Sara, this is my mom, Elizabeth."
Sara thought it funny that Gil's mom and Andrew were dating. They are total opposites. She was short, around five feet, and her frame was round but not big. Her hair was a light brown that was starting to grey and it was curly, just like Gil's. "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Grissom." Gil interpreted and the two women shook hands. Completely opposite from Andrew's hand shake, this one was strong and firm, and not at all what she was expecting.
"I hope you guys are hungry. We made a lot of food." Andrew said while signing simultaneously.
"Yes, I hope you are." Elizabeth signed. "Me and Andrew went a little over board and cooked way too much." She chuckled lightly and so did Gil and Andrew while Sara stood there confused.
Gil turned to Sara and repeated, "My mom says that they made way too much food." Sara nodded.
"Gil told us that you are vegetarian so Elizabeth went and bought a new cook book. We went a little crazy with it." Andrew explained.
"You didn't have to do that. I don't need a special dinner."
"Of course you do dear. Gil thinks your special and that means you deserve it all," Elizabeth signed, startling Sara with a reply.
"She say's that they were happy to make it for you. She can read lips." Gil explained.
"Well, let's go eat." Andrew said while rubbing his hands.
When they sat down at the table they were all surprised at the amount of food on the table. "Don't feel obligated to eat everything." Gil told Sara, who looked like she was trying to see how it would all fit in her stomach.
After dinner and the plates were cleared Gil and Sara went into his room to chill before Sara had to go home. Sara sat down on the bed with a huff. "I'm so full. I can't believe I ate that much." She rubbed her stomach with her hand feeling all that she ate that night.
Gil sat down too and agreed. "I can't believe my mom made that much food, and it was all so good." He said. "Do you eat this good every night at your house?"
She looked over at him. "Not every night but my mom is a great cook." It wasn't a total lie. Her mom could cook but usually Sara just found whatever she could for her dinner. "Can I ask you something?"
"Technically you just did."
"Can I ask you another question?"
"Anything you'd like."
"Why is your mom deaf?" she seemed almost shy when she asked.
"She has Otosclerosis."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. It's hereditary, it wasn't your fault."
"Is it hard?"
"Is what hard?"
"Being deaf."
"Yeah." Gil knew all too well how hard it was to be deaf. Since two years ago his hearing has been going and every once and a while he loses his hearing totally for up to a couple minutes. He hasn't told anyone yet, not even his mom, but he thinks that Andrew is starting to catch on because Gil can never hear when Andrew calls him. "Well, at least I think it would be. It's hard for my mom to communicate with others without me or Andrew there to translate."
"I didn't mean to upset you," Sara noticed Gil's shoulders slump and his face drop.
"Oh, you didn't." Gil moved to sit net to Sara and draped his arm over her shoulders. "You could never upset me; you make me too happy to ever do that." Sara leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, surprising him, and herself.
"Good to know." He smiled and moved his hand to hold her face. He placed a light kiss on her lips and they both smiled. He moved in again and this time trapped her in a full kiss. Sara's phone vibrated in her pocket and she pulled back to check it. It was her alarm, "I have to go home."
Gil leaned in for one more little kiss then pulled back and helped Sara stand. "Let's go."
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TBC
A/N: Sorry for the delay. My life has gotten hectic. Don't expect me to post new chapters very often. I'm sorry but writing seems to be at the bottom of my priorities, and I hate it! I hope you like this chapter, but it is kind of just filler to try and get a chapter out. Tell me what you think.
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