Isaac
We left the Ferris wheels in fits of laughter, holding hands with big smiles on our faces.
"Wait. Your favourite pizza is what?" I asked chuckling.
"Pineapple and sweet corn." I started again. "What? It tastes amazing."
"If you say so." Cassie nudged me with her elbow and I did it back.
If there was this great entity in the world that was curious about the blooming relationship between a bling guy and a girl with half-blue hair then no we didn't kiss like in my dream. Anyway I wasn't really expecting it anyway because you don't really kiss on the first date do you? Well I don't anymore after Monica first turned me down…Shut up!
"Do you want to sit down?" I said after tapping an empty bench with my walking stick.
"Sure." Are hands were still clasped together and just like on the Ferris Wheel Cassie nestled up against my arm hopefully not out of fear this time.
"It's beautiful isn't it?" Cassie sighed with delight.
"What?"
"The sunset because- sorry." I felt Cassie tense up against me and her grip on my hand faltered slightly. I had to change that.
"Oh it's okay." I reassured and by Cassie's silence I could tell that she was confused. "Well I am quite flattered that you keep on forgetting."
"You are? Really?" The amount of surprise in her voice was astounding.
"Really." A cheeky grinned consumed my face.
"But. Why?"
I breathed out. "It's because you treat me like I am, well normal-"
"You are-"
"Please Cassie this is very deep and me acting deep might be a once in a life opportunity." This made her laugh slightly and she quietens.
"Like I said you treat me like I am normal. Like walking around holding hands with blind guy that once had cancer doesn't seem odd to you and the constant clicking of my walking stick on the ground doesn't bug you. I hear no pity in your voice when you talk to me and ask me questions plus you are a lot of fun to hang out with too." I smiled proudly at that last statement whilst she just stayed silent.
"Really?" Cassie finally asked.
"Really. Besides sunsets are beautiful. I used to watch them a lot." By 'I used to watch them a lot' I meant I used to make out with Monica in the park with the sun setting behind us and at that time I was occupied with the orange globe under her top that was the orange bra that she always wore and of course her boob. That thought made me mentally kick myself in the head for not appreciating sunsets of the only sun we have that would last forever and rather appreciating a girl which there are tons of that I was only with for two years.
"Are you okay?" Cassie asked.
Fuck! She's the one that can see shithead!
I immediately smiled, removing the sneaky frown that worked its way onto my face.
"You know Isaac I-"
"Cassie?!" A voice hollered about three foot away from us.
"Fuck." Cassie said silently gripping onto me tighter. However it was a female voice so it definitely wasn't Patrick or Tom. So…who was it?
Cassie
I couldn't believe it.
"Hey mom." I said flatly looking at my feet. I was the spitting image of my mother, with my blue eyes and golden blonde hair except on my skin there was acne and on hers there was botox. In my peripheral vision I could see the glamorous diamond jewellery dangling from her neck and ears with another weekly accessory of hers dangling from her arm. A new boyfriend. As always her boyfriends were a decade younger than her and I always guessed that they only liked her for the money she got from her dead parents. I knew because on this latest model he sported some flashy ray ban glasses.
"I saw you on yesterday but you didn't come over and say hi."
"Yep." I said trying to repress the rage building up inside of me. But fearing I was going to flip out I squeezed Isaac's hand.
"Who is this?" Mom asked bending around me to take a good look at Isaac.
"Uh." Isaac let go of my hand, stood up and held out his hand. "I am Isaac Mrs-"
"Mrs?" Mom scoffed "I am no Mrs anymore." Mom laughed and clung tightly to her toy boy, but he didn't seem to take much notice and was checking his phone, obviously disinterested in meeting us.
The feeling is mutual.
"But next month I will be." Mom held out her left hand and presented a flashy diamond ring. My eyes went wide and I gripped the bench underneath me until my fingers turned white.
What in the actually fuck?!
"But for now you can just call me Alice." Mom took Isaac's hand and gave a dainty shake but still held his hand in hers. "The sun has set dear. You don't need to wear sunglasses now." I saw Isaac's body tense up however his hand went completely slack. My eyes flared.
"Come on Isaac we're leaving." I jump up with his walking stick in my hand, loop my arm through his and trudge off in the other direction.
I hate her! I hate her! I hate her!
"No congratulations then?" Mom called out, slightly hurt but I didn't look back; there was no need for her to get a third nose job.
We walked on for two minutes in silence before my anger final subsided.
"Isaac…I'm sorry for that. It's just. My mom." I sighed. I just couldn't get the right words out that would ruin this first date any further. Of course my mom just had to ruin everything.
To my surprise Isaac collected up my hands in his and my eyes found his glasses. That was when I first noticed that Isaac was about a head and a half taller than I was and I saw the sympathy in his face and a small smile fill his face.
"You don't have to apologise Cassie. I bet meeting my parents wasn't really a piece of cake either." Isaac shrugged. "Well by my parents I mean my brother." At this I laughed slightly and he laughed too. it was really weird, I could just imagine the steady gaze of his brown eyes on mine and my heart stuttered in my chest leaving me slightly breathless.
"Come on." Isaac said releasing one of my hands and he began to walk us to the main street. It was probably nothing but I could have sworn that his hand was shaking.
"Where are we going?" I asked, slowly recovering from the moment.
"What is a date without dinner?" a cocky grin consumed Isaac's face. "I am taking you to get your weird pizza."
"Whilst you get a plain pepperoni I presume?" I said raising my eyebrows and Isaac blushed. "Pepperoni. Really?"
"Really." I smiled and began to giggle. "I am a fussy eater. I admit it!"
"Well I am going to change that."
"Oh God." He moaned and we both laughed again finally standing side by side.
Isaac
"Well?" Cassie asked expectantly.
I tried with all of my might not to spit out the pineapple and sweet corn pizza. It was practically oral torture. I swallowed and tried not to grimace.
"Um it's." I clear my throat. "Yeah that." I said but immediately wanted to take it back after realising I didn't give her an official answer. I blushed.
"Don't worry. You're not the first person to hate it." I imagined Cassie shrugging at this and she took another bite of her pizza.
Throughout the two hours we stayed at the Pizza Shack I managed to completely embarrass myself by putting on an Italian accent whilst ordering the food to an actual Italian guy who spoke Italian back to us. Once again we were also kicked out by the owner and during the drive back to my apartment we played that question game again when I said that my favourite animal was a honey badger and hers were cats. Etc.
When Cassie pulled up to the front of my building we both just sat in her car in silence, not one of us moving.
"Well-" I began to say before I was cut off by a surprise kiss on my cheek.
Damn! Those get me every time.
"Goodnight Isaac." Cassie said sweetly. I resisted pulling her face over to mine but what with what happened with Monica first date kissing was no go.
Fuck it!
I did pull her face towards mine and gave a feathery kiss on her lips. She tasted of sweet pineapple and smelt of the roses I gave her. It took her a moment for her to respond and she held my face in her owns hands. Just a simple kiss.
"Night." I said and got out of her car with a small grin on my face and waved as she drove off.
3…2…1
"Yes!" I shouted and raised my arms into the air.
Sorry for such a late update. I am still fully committed to finishing this but boarding school comes first and fanfiction is a blocked website. I hope you enjoy, reviews and critique are deeply appreciated.
P.S: YES I LOVE PINEAPPLE AND SWEETCORN PIZZA! But I feel more sorry for Cassie considering she has a crush on a guy with such clichéd pizza orders. Plus my friend actually did the Italian accent thing. I was hilarious!