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Chapter Seven: Somebody Loves You
Raven sighed as she slumped her back against the door. She kicked the heels off her feet and lazily flicked on the lights to see the sanctuary of her home and sighed again in relief.
"What the actual fuck?" She closed her eyes, whispering to no one.
It was needless to say, her date didn't go very well. While her friends were right about his intellect and his attractiveness, he was a complete and total wet rag. Going on and on about his work and this one guy he had been trying to track down for years. Slade… Wilkins? Or was it, Wilson? He said so many times, she should have it memorized by now.
Letting out a loud huff, she moved across the room to her couch, dropping her purse and throwing herself over the furniture in defeat. "I can't believe I shaved my legs for that…" She groaned as she let the cushions of her couch coddle her.
There was a distant singing noise and she groaned again before getting up and reaching into her purse for her phone.
Jason.
Come to the window.
She rolled her eyes and sighed again. "I was just getting comfy…"
But she got up anyway and made her way to the window to see him standing in all his naked glory with a pad in front of him. She felt a little rug at her lips… It was sort of hard not to cheer up a little at the sight.
She flicked her eyes to the words written on the pad.
How'd it go?
She leaned against the window and have him a dull look and shook her head. He frowned before turning the page and scribbling a few words in his pad.
That bad?
She nodded in response.
Want me to come over?
He tilted of his head and gave a lopsided grin. Cute…
She thought about it for a moment before shaking her head. After a night like she had, she really wanted to be alone in her apartment.
He frowned again but nodded, writing something else down on his pad.
Call?
She couldn't help the small smile that plagued her lips. She wanted to be alone, yes, but that didn't mean she wanted to feel lonely. Lifting her hand to look at her phone, she went into her contacts and found his name, calling him.
She watched the smile spread across his face as he reached for his phone and answered. "Was it so bad that you don't want my gorgeous self at your place, Little Bird?"
"It was pretty bad," she nodded, a little chuckle dancing in her words.
"Alright, tell me everything," he grabbed a chair and took a seat.
"What do you want to hear?" She grabbed her own chair and sat down as she looked at him from across the way. "The alien story or the actual date?"
He let out a laugh full of mirth. "Tell me about the actual date. We can talk about aliens on a wine-induced night sometime in the near future."
"Okay," she rolled her eyes, playfully, leaning back into her chair. "Well, we decided to meet at the French restaurant on Third."
"Your choice or his?"
"His."
"Okay, so he's pretentious," he nodded.
"Hey, I've always wanted to go to that restaurant," she pointed out.
"You have some pretentious tendencies."
"Hey!"
"I said some pretentious tendencies. Some," he repeated with a shift in his chair. "But don't worry, it's actually an endearing quality about you."
"Gee, thanks…" she drawled with a roll of her eyes. "Anyway, his name is Dick-"
"Even his parents knew the level of pretentiousness when he was born, nice. What car did he drive?"
"What is it with guys and cars?"
"You can tell a lot of a man based of the car he drives."
She rolled her eyes again. "Fine. It was a black mustang, I think."
"Black matte paint job or just the shiny kind?"
"Matte with blue racer stripes."
"Hmm… Douche."
She rolled her eyes again, pressing her lips to fight off a smile. "Can I get back to telling you about the actual date?"
"You may proceed, yes."
She sighed again and shifted in her chair. "He ordered us wine. But he had to taste it first before it was served."
"Boring, pretentious, douchey, and controlling. Certainly sounding like a winner," he side commented with a smirk. "Did he order your food for you as well?"
"No, unfortunately," she shook her head. "I think I would've left immediately and saved myself from further agony."
"Did he talk you to death?" He furrowed his brow, reaching over to his table and grabbing a beer.
"Oh my lord, did he ever," she groaned, getting up from her seat and heading to her kitchen. Shifting the phone to rest between her shoulder and her ear, she picked out a red wine from her rack and a glass from her cabinet. "And I should've been excited because it was all this detective- case- business, thing-"
"Very eloquent string of words there."
"But it was just so boring," she sighed, pulling the cork out with the opener and pouring herself a large glass. She picked up her glass, she made her way back to her chair in front of the window, feeling herself smile at the sight of Jason patiently waiting for her to returned with a bottle in hand and a smirk on his lips.
It was strange how she felt - wanting to be alone but not be left alone. And despite how short of time they had known each other, he had somehow found her perfect balance. Leaving her alone but not allowing her to feel lonely. It was…nice. He understood her better than any guy- anyone, for that matter, she had ever met.
Her lips tugged at the corners at the thought, sitting down again and taking a sip of her wine. "All he talked about was this one case. The case that got away."
"Obsessive."
"He kept saying how he's been chasing this guy for years and that he was taunting him. Slade…Wilkens? Wilson? I don't know."
"Oh, poor Little Bird," he cooed jokingly into the phone with a tilt of his head, a chuckle edging out his words. "You went on a date with a boring, pompous, controlling, obsessive and paranoid douche of an idiot."
"I wouldn't say idiot. Just socially inept when it came to other topics, I suppose," she sighed, taking another sip.
He arched a brow at her. "Raven… you went on a date with an idiot. Call it what you want to make you feel better but at the end of it, he's an idiot."
She snorted. "Eh, well… At least, he was a cute idiot."
"Still not a good enough reason to ever call him up and let him penetrate you."
She pressed her lips together. "Still not a good enough reason to use the word 'penetrate'."
"When is it ever a good enough time?"
"Never," she shook her head after swallowing her drink. "Never is the answer to that question. Especially when you're naked."
"Did you hear that the space rover penetrated Mars atmosphere?" He smirked.
"Oh my goodness," she whispered as she looked up at the ceiling, knowing she had started something she didn't mean to start. "Jason, no."
"And a team of archaeologist penetrated past a certain layer of earth's crust."
"That did not happen today and you know it," she shook her head.
"And that idiot's voice on your date penetrated your earhole."
"Ewwww!" She exclaimed with a laugh, covering her face with her glass and hand. "Jason!"
"Have I made you uncomfortable?" He asked with a smile.
"You always make me uncomfortable," she replied, telling a sort of lie. "What else is new?"
"I don't think that's entirely true. At least, not anymore," he shrugged, leaning back into his chair and sipping his beer.
She wondered what he meant by that but he cut her thoughts short.
"Did I, at least, make you feel better after your shitty date?" He asked.
She thought about her answer for a moment before tilting her head in thought. "I suppose you did. La, di, da for you."
The smile that spread across his face brought that strange and warm feeling into her chest again and she shifted in her chair a little as they locked eyes. Even with a courtyard between them, she somehow could always see the brightness in his eyes, and she felt like she could look into them for hours and never get bored.
She heard him chuckle on the other line as he brought his bottle to his lips again.
"Good."
