Hey guys. I am so happy everyone likes my story. I hope I haven't kept you waiting long. I was recently told my character is a mary sue. I hate to admit it, but I agree because even said so. So, now instead of a perfect person I shall give her some flaws. Plus, you'll never guess how the date turns out…
So, there I was, sitting at a table with America in a really nice restaurant. He was chatting it up with the waiter before ordering. It was an uncomfortable situation because he had me wear a dress he bought that was above my knees. Very bad. It was low cut. Worse. The dress was blue. I hate that color.
"And what shall you be having?" The waiter asked me.
"I'll have the ten ounce sirloin medium rare and steamed broccoli as the side." The man scribbled it down and walked away with our orders.
"I love that dress on you." America snickered.
"Well, I hate it. I will only wear it to make up for me screaming at you after the meeting." I thought it was quite funny, but he seemed a bit upset. I guess people don't like to be yelled at in a language they don't know.
"Do you hate me?" he asked suddenly. I blinked at him.
"What? Why would I hate you?" I asked very confused.
"You always seem mad at me."
I laughed. "I'm not mad; it's just that I have a sour attitude. I have a short fuse and when it's burnt out I go all out. Kind of like when I cussed you out."
"You were cussing me out?"
"No."
He smiled at me. "So, you have a bad temper?" I nodded. "No wonder a guy hasn't asked you out yet. We don't like girls who try to act too tough." I grimaced.
"You aren't helping." I looked around the restaurant.
"Really, did it have to be this fancy?" America cocked his head to the side.
"Why not?" he asked.
"I just don't think you should spend money on me." He smiled.
"You're trying to be modest."
"I can't help it. I'm not use to treatment." I said. Our food was set down finally and America went straight to eating it. I sighed and ate mine. He was downing his main course as if it were only an appetizer. He quickly finished while I was almost done. Maybe not even.
After that we started walking home instead of taking a cab. He was walking pretty close to me, but I hadn't really noticed at first.
"So, where are you actually from?" he asked.
"I was born in Boston, like I said at the first meeting because mom had me while flying back from Japan. We moved to New Orleans until I was two, then we moved to Canada. After that we moved to Rogers, Arkansas for good. I like the country a lot better than the damn city."
"You're a country girl? Cool!" I was glad he wasn't criticizing me for this. But I didn't know why.
"What's your favorite state?" I asked. He smiled.
"Well, usually New York, or LA, but now I kinda like Arkansas." I giggled before covering my mouth.
"Is that supposed to be your cheesy pickup line or are you just that lame?" He grinned wide at me before shaking his head and putting a hand to his heart.
"That hurts. Really," I smiled at him and laid my head on his shoulder since I was still shorter than him. That made me a bit mad. America seemed a bit surprised I did so. Slowly, though, he put an arm around my shoulder. I looked up at him.
"Good thing I don't hate taller people. Usually I would be mad that your taller than me but, still." He just chuckled. "How tall are you?"
"5'9.6". Why?" I laughed. "You're short for a – how old are you?"
"19." I stared at him.
"Oh, you'll still grow until your twenty-one." He nodded.
"What do you consider me as?" he asked me.
I thought a moment. "Well, I haven't known you that long and this is our first date type thingy...maybe a friend with potential. My only friend I had moved away two months before I met you guys so I had to be on my own." I paused before sighing heavily. "I'm rambling again."
"No, I think it's cute when you ramble." I took my head off his shoulder and stared at him as we walked.
"Are you mocking me?" I asked.
"Just a little," he replied. I smacked his arm playfully. I was actually having a nice time. As if on cue to ruin a nice evening, it started raining. We ran for cover under a canopy.
"Well, should have seen that coming." America said sadly.
I kind of smiled at his attitude. All of a sudden I felt his coat on my shoulders. I looked up to him smiling.
"The hero has saved the day once again!" he pronounced proudly. I took it off and handed it back to him.
"I don't need it. Besides, it's not like I'll catch a cold or something."
Xxx
I caught a cold.
Of course I would. Sorry it's kind of short but I want to start passing time and I found that my chapters were getting longer. They probably will continue doing so. I guess when you visit your cousins in Tulsa for T-N-T you get a sudden burst of inspiration. Although, all I did was wear a fedora, no get into cospaly which I will do at the animecon in Bentonville….I'm rambling.
