Hey guys! Next chapter, woop! Let's see just what Dez is up to now… :U
"You got a little somethin' right there, hehe," Lucky chuckles, pointing at his own teeth to indicate that Trish had something in hers.
"What?" Trish takes out her phone and uses her camera as a mirror. "Aw, man. That's gross!" She picks out the little piece of food, then stuffs her phone back into her purse. How humiliating.
Lucky sees her frown and instantly responds, wishing to appease her, "Not gross, I'd say it was working for ya." He winks at her, hoping to cheer her up.
Trish smiles, thankful for his kindness. The date had been going pretty well so far. The dinner was fantastic, and Lucky had done a good job of making her feel relaxed. He's a pretty nice guy, and fun to hang out with. So far so good. So why did she still feel like something horrible was going to happen?
"Hey Trish!" calls a familiar voice from behind her. Oh, no. The short girl turns around, seeing her red-headed goof of a friend approaching them.
"Dez?! What are you doing here?" she hisses at him.
"I told you, I really wanted to see this movie, too!" Dez partly lies. Sure, he did want to see the movie, but he was here with an ulterior motive.
"Dez, I'm on a date." Trish says through clenched teeth, glaring up at the boy. Lucky raises a brow and smirks, watching the both of them in amusement.
"And I won't bother you, I promise! I'll just sit in the back somewhere," Dez offers, hoping that Trish would comply.
Trish glares at him a bit more, but before she could say no, Lucky cuts in.
"-Trish, it's alright. Dez wants to see the movie too – we shouldn't stop him. I'm actually kinda glad I'm not the only Bollywood fan here." Lucky and Dez share a high-five, while Trish just rolls her eyes at the two.
"Fine. But you better not cause any trouble, Dez, or so help me-" Trish starts.
"-NEXT!" shouts Walter from the ticket booth. He had been calling them for the past minute or so as Trish and Dez were bickering.
"Oh! I'll get the tickets," Lucky offered, wheeling off towards the booth.
"Oh, I should get mine, too," Dez said, following him along the way. Lucky puts a hand up to Dez, stopping him.
"No worries, buddy, it's on me." Lucky states, then proceeds to the ticket booth.
"Aww, I really like this fella," Dez looks to Trish and winks. "He's a keeper!"
"Uh, yeah, I like him, too. Which is why you need to leave," Trish orders, her vicious glare making a comeback.
Dez looks dejected as she responds. Did she really not want him there that badly? "But he's already buying me a ticket, and I don't want to be rude, Tr-"
"Why can't you just see the movie tomorrow?" Trish cuts him off. "Why now – when I'm here on a date with a guy I really like?" Dez had always been such a pain, bothering her when she'd rather not be bothered, but this…This is crossing the line. A line he had crossed before, she remembers. It was like he enjoyed being a third wheel on her dates.
Dez looks over at Lucky, then back at Trish. He put s a hand on her shoulder and bends down a little. He whispers to her, his tone turning serious, "I noticed how nervous you were earlier. I just wanted to make sure that you're okay. You seemed a little…Well, not you, for once. Just lookin' out for a friend, that's all."
Trish stares back at him, her look of anger quickly turning into one of confusion. "Wow. Um…Thanks, Dez. That's actually pretty thoughtful, I guess." She shrugs. "But I'm okay, you don't have to be here."
Lucky returns with the tickets, overhearing their conversation. "Of course he does! Here's your ticket, Dez." He hands it over to him. "You should sit with us, too!"
"What?! But, but…" Trish looks over at Lucky, looking really uneasy. Dez is going to mess this up for me, I just know it.
"C'mon Trish, it'll be fun!" Lucky takes her hand gently. "The more the merrier!"
She smiles at the contact, and lightly grips Lucky's hand. "Well…Alright, if you say so." She then shoots Dez another sharp look. "But you better behave, Freckles."
Dez scoffs, "C'mon Trish. When have I not behaved myself?"
"Just tell her you love her already!" Dez cries out, really getting into the film. He's in tears - blowing his nose into a tissue. Trish shakes her head disapprovingly, then turns herself around to face Lucky.
"See, we shouldn't have sat with him. He's such a baby with romance movies," Trish mutters over to her date. "Can we move somewhere el-" she's quickly shushed by Lucky's finger.
"The guy's about to go into another song!" Lucky states in an excited whisper. "I heard the dancing in this one's phenomenal."
"Oh, fine," Trish huffs, crossing her arms. The movie had been pretty good so far, and she had experienced a bit of hand-holding with Lucky, which was nice. Dez's sobbing and obnoxiousness hadn't entirely ruined her night. Not yet, anyway. Perhaps this would end well?
As the dance number continues on, Trish could not help but notice the sudden warmth on her right hand. Lucky's sitting to my left, Trish reminds herself. She turns to the redhead who hand placed his hand on hers. He was looking right at her, smiling slightly.
"You doing alright, Trish?" Dez asks her, softly. Trish shifts a bit in her seat, suddenly feeling uncomfortable with her friend's hand on hers.
"Yeah, why?" Trish asks him, in an annoyed tone of voice. She heard a few shushes behind her. Really? Dez was sobbing and crying out loudly not long ago and they're shushing me? She proceeds in a whisper. "I'm fine, Dez. Let go of my hand." Dez reluctantly does so, then turns back to the movie in silence. Trish takes some popcorn from the tub in Lucky's lap and continues watching the movie, as well.
Lucky hadn't failed to notice this exchange between the two friends, but says nothing. He focuses his attention back at the movie, a faint smile forming upon his face.
"That was," Dez chokes out, "So beautiful!" He blows his nose into another tissue, then wipes his eyes with his wrists. He turns to Trish's date, "Thanks again for the ticket, man. I owe ya one," the two boys share another high-five.
"Aww, no, it's okay, man. I'm just glad you enjoyed the movie!" Lucky smiles up at him. Dez smiles back, then walks over to the ticket booth to talk to Walter. Lucky starts to wonder, This guy is so sensitive, caring, and protective – why was Trish being so mean to him? He doesn't seem like a bad guy at all.
In fact, why wasn't she on a date with him instead?
Lucky had noticed the way Trish tensed up at Dez's hand being placed on hers. Sure, it could have been just out of surprise. But perhaps…
Lucky knew what he had to do.
"So…Trish…" Lucky starts, "I had a great time with you tonight…"
"…But?" Trish asks, worried. The tone of his voice held bad news.
"But nothing! It was awesome. You're a really cool girl," Lucky continues, wanting to be as gentle as possible. Trish's countenance brightens up, showing her relief. "However…"
And suddenly, the relief disappears. Trish bites her lower lip, trying to stay strong.
"I think that we might be better off as friends," Lucky lets out. Seeing Trish's bottom lip quiver made it all the harder for him to continue. "I do really like you, Trish…I just…I don't think I'm the right guy for you is all."
"You're giving me the 'it's not you, it's me,' speech, aren't you?" Trish asks, her tone a bit stronger. She could not believe what she had just heard. What went wrong?
"No…Trish, listen…" Lucky takes her hand gently. "You're amazing. I'm not just saying this to be nice, but I really want to stay friends with you. You're a great person to hang out with, you're fun, you're beautiful, and you've got a great sense of humor!" This flurry of compliments manages to get a little bit of a smile out of her.
"I am pretty great, aren't I?" Trish comments, her confidence building back up.
Lucky chuckles, "You certainly are! I just don't think we're evenly matched here, is all. You're so awesome – and I just…I think you need an awesome-er fella in your life. That's all." Lucky takes a deep breath, hoping that she would not be upset. He did want to continue hanging out with her, after all. He really meant everything he had just said to her.
Trish nods, still feeling a bit down, but not as much as she thought she would. Lucky really knew how to let a girl down easy. They share a friendly hug.
"C'mon, let's head to the car, gotta have you home soon or your dad might just bite my head off, heheh," Lucky chuckles. The movie had been pretty long, so it was best that they got moving.
"That's really sweet, but it's okay. Your place is pretty far from mine – I don't want you to have to go out of your way to drop me off. I'll just catch a ride with Dez."
"You sure?" Lucky asks her, secretly ecstatic about the fact that she had decided to go with Dez.
"I'm sure," Trish states. She figures that a ride home with Lucky may be a bit awkward, seeing as he did just end it with her and all.
Lucky nods, then waves goodbye to both her and Dez. Dez had been chatting it up with Walter over at the ticket booth. Well, Dez was chatting, and Walter was scolding him. Dez returns the wave at Lucky and heads back over beside Trish.
"Everything okay, Trish?" the freckle-faced teen asks, the sound of concern returning to his voice. Why isn't Lucky driving her home?
Trish sighs, and turns to her friend. "Lucky says he thinks that we should…Just be friends…" She looks at her feet. "He said I was awesome and all, but doesn't think he's right for me."
Dez's lips part a bit, but his words don't flow. He isn't quite sure how to respond. Again, comforting girls isn't exactly his forte, but he tries his best. After a few more moments of silence, he finally manages to speak. "Well, he's right - you are pretty awesome, Trish," he pauses for a beat, then continues. "And if he doesn't want to be with such an awesome person, then maybe he really isn't the right guy for you."
Trish looks back up at Dez, "I am pretty awesome, aren't I?" She grins, her confidence making a full return.
"The best," he takes her hand gently. The warmth of his hand relaxes her. "Let me drive you home."
"Alright, Freckles. Just…Don't kill us on the way there, okay?" she comments – referring to the boy's reckless driving. Dez rolls his eyes, then leads her to his car.
"Oh! And before I forget…Trish, I need you for another thing tomorrow…"
My God, that was sappy.
I'm not sorry.
;D
-AJ
