New Habits Ten.
Nick's house really has become my home; I'm so comfortable with the whole atmosphere of this place that I don't think I could leave if I wanted to. All thoughts of my 'old life' have disappeared and I rarely think about the city now. Of course, the cooking always helps me stay away from thoughts of there…
The best tasting omelet sits in front of me, as I chew slowly on the bite inside my mouth, once I'm done chewing, I open my eyes and look over at Nick, who's chuckling quietly to himself as he eats his own food and looks at me. "What?" I ask, a slight smile appearing on my face.
"You just look so funny when you eat, it's like you've never had an omelet before in your life," he chuckles.
"I can't help that you cook so well, I really didn't even realize that a man could cook as good as you do," I state the truth, never in my life has a man been able to cook, or been willing to do so. And, I can only imagine, if they had attempted to cook it wouldn't have tasted nearly as good as this stuff does.
"I'm glad I can make you happy with my cooking," he laughs, taking another bite before looking back up at me, "So, I've been meaning to ask you a question," he begins, and I raise my right eyebrow slightly, encouraging him to continue. "There's this thing tonight…" he pauses, looking down nervously at his food before continuing, "It's this thing we call a Barn Dance, a family friend is hosting it and he asked if I would come, and I figured that it might be nice to take someone along with me," he wraps it up, looking at me, a nervous glance.
I can't help but smile, "So, like a date?" I question, hoping to goodness that he says yes. Maybe I shouldn't be too prepared to move on with other men, but this guy, he makes me feel as if there is nothing in the world to worry about, he makes me feel like I can move on.
"Um, yeah," he says, a slight blush rising on his cheeks. My smile intensifies; a man that can blush in front of a lady is a true man.
"In that case, I'd love to go," I say, watching as the happiness glows from his face at my acceptance.
"Good," he says, standing up with his plate in hand, "Whenever I get home from work tonight we'll head on out," he informs me, walking over to the sink and dropping his empty plate in the hollow area.
"Sounds like a plan," I say, taking my own plate and dumping the scraps into the trash can before placing it inside the sink, alongside his. He smiles down at me, and I smile back up. Something is definitely starting to bloom.
"What should I wear?" I ask, knowing that if I don't know then I'll worry about what to put on.
"Just be casual, nothing too fancy," he tells me, walking over to the door, and slipping on his work boots. Once he's ready to go, he slips the door open, and turns toward me, "I'll see you soon," he says, slipping out the door before I have a chance to reply. I feel the heat of a faint blush staining my cheeks, and then I take off up the stairs and into the bathroom. I have to get ready.
I use just enough time getting ready, having fifteen minutes to spare and make sure that everything is just perfect. My makeup is light, with shades that have just enough sparkle in them. My outfit is casual, consisting of fitted jeans, a racer back light pink t-shirt and a pair of white gladiator shoes. And my hair is fitting, loose curls pulled back with a light pink bow to match my shirt. I stand in front of the mirror, adjusting the way my shirt is lying, until I hear the front door open.
Without a second thought, I make my way down the stairs, making sure that I don't walk to fast; I don't want to seem too eager. "Hey," I say when I spot him shaking off his boots. He looks over at me, looking at my outfit before replying.
"Hey, I'm just going to go get ready then I'll be ready to go," he says, walking toward me to get up the stairs. "You look great by the way," he says, right before he disappears up the stairwell. A grin loosens my lips, and I move away from the stairs, waiting for him patiently as I lean against the door.
Minutes later Nick darts down the stairs, and without saying a word, he opens the door and allows me to exit the house first. "We'll take the car in the garage," he tells me. He walks beside me until we reach the garage and he leaves my side to open up the garage door. And there sits his very clean white Toyota Camry. I walk over to the passenger side and climb on in, while Nick maneuvers his way into the driver's seat.
About a half hour later we pull up to a decent size barn, with lights streaming out of the cracks of the boards that make it up. We get out of the car, meeting each other at the head of the vehicle, walking inside the barn together. As soon as we're inside I can't help but enjoy this meeting. People are up and about on the "dance floor" having a good ole time while a band is on a handmade stage, singing a round of country music that I've never heard in my life. Then all around, where tables are set up, people are conversing and laughing wildly as they share a drink.
Nick leads me toward a table, where a guy instantly makes a comment. He looks straight at me, whistles loudly, then lets his tongue roll, "Well, I'll be darned Nicky boy has got himself a girl," everyone around him laughs, and even a small grin escapes Nick's lips. When we've reached the table, another guy joins in, "Well, you've got you a winner there, she's as pretty as a speckled puppy dog," he says, ruffling Nick's curly hair. I look up at Nick, watching as the blush on his face intensifies with every second.
"Guys, this is Miley," he says, trying to ignore their comments by introducing me. I slightly wave at the group, with a smile on my face. My mom always told me to smile when first meeting someone, a smile is always appreciated.
"Good to meet you," rings out through the crowd afterwards and I can feel my own self blushing from all the attention.
"Would you like something to drink?" Nick asks me, and I nod slightly. "Come with me," he says, leading me over to the coolers that are filled with beer. He takes his own bottle after he hands me one.
"Thanks," I say, popping off the cap before taking a small sip. He does the same, and we walk on around the barn, spotting Joe and Demi sitting at a small corner table.
"Miley!" Demi squeals, getting up from her seat and giving me a hug. As if we've been friends for years and we've suddenly ran into each other. It feels good to be accepted by her.
After talking with them for a long while, Nick decides it's time to do something new. "How about a dance?" he asks, motioning toward the large group of people dancing. I shrug my shoulders, and get up from my seat, following him out into the middle of the group of people.
The dancing is nothing like it is in the clubs, no grinding and sweat, just a hint of joking around and having fun with it. We fool around for a little while, him twirling me around multiple times and sweeping me back. The night was full of laughter, and just right down one of the most fun thing I think I've ever experienced.
When we're done dancing, we slip off to the side back to where Joe and Demi are. He wraps his arm around my waist and my teeth attack my bottom lip as I lean into his body. "Are you ready to go?" he asks, looking down at me. I nod slightly and he walks me outside and back to the passenger side of the car. But, instead of opening the door for me, he pushes me up against the car, wrapping both his arms around my waist. I can feel my knees go weak.
"Is it okay if I kiss you?" he asks, looking directly into my eyes, my lips part and I nod my head, unable to say anything at the moment. He leans forward, breathing on the corner of my mouth for a few seconds before he presses his lips to mine, softly moving my own lips with his. I feel my arms loosely snake around his neck and pull him toward me, loving the feeling of his warm lips on mine. I seriously think I could live in this moment forever. He doesn't try to push me too far, and once we've kissed so long that we're in need for air, he pulls away, opening his eyes as he rests his forehead on mine.
"That was… amazing," I say, breathing in between words. My chest rises and falls, as I look into his eyes, admiring the way his eyes are made of that chocolate-y light brown color along with a darker brown. He nods in agreement, rubbing his thumbs in a circular motion on my waist.
"I really like you," he says, licking at his lips, "And I feel like we just have a really strong connection even though we've only known each other for a short while. Really, I just want to know if you'll date me?" he questions, the nervousness fluttering through his voice.
"Of course," I whisper, leaning forward to kiss him once again. Our lips entangle and he moves his hands up to my hair, running his calloused hands through my brown waves. This truly is the happiest day of my life.
A/n: So, everything's went down and I don't have internet access where I'm staying so I've asked TheHeartNeverLies442 to post the chapters that I make and she's fortunately agree. I apologize now if the chapters don't come as soon as you'd like, as I said in the last chapter, I'm dealing with a lot right now and I have a lot on my mind so it's really hard for me to do anything at the time being. But, hopefully you all will stick with me. Thanks :).