I do not own Twilight. Or the characters.
It was Friday afternoon and no matter how many times I asked Embry where we were going he would just shake his head or tell me I would know soon enough. It was really frustrating but I was getting more excited as the day went by. I was practically bouncing out of my seat when the last bell rang. I quickly grabbed my stuff from my locker and rushed to the parking lot. I hadn't even waited for Kim but was to happy to feel guilty. I knew Embry always left his truck unlocked, which I found odd since he wouldn't let anybody drive it, so I hopped in and waited for him to come outside. It took him about 5 minutes and when he saw me already in the truck he started laughing. As he opened the door he said, "Somebody's anxious today. I wonder why that would be." "I think it might be because someone who just got in this truck won't tell me where he is taking me on a date tonight, and I would really, really like to know." I was hoping my pouting would work but it was probably a long shot. I had been trying to get information out of him for the last 2 days. "Oh no. Don't try pouting on me. As cute as you look doing that your not going to get anything from me. You only have to wait a few more hours and then you will get your answer." I smiled before I said, "You have a habit of not telling me things until the last minute." He laughed and we sat in a comfortable silence on the way to my house. When we got there he kissed my cheek and told me he would be back to pick me up at 6. I walked in the house and saw my mom in the living room. "Hey, I didn't know that you were off tonight. You been home long?" She had been working so much I had hardly seen her. "I have just worked a lot of hours and wanted a break, so I took the day off. I have only been home for about 3 hours." She smiled up at me and I actually didn't feel uncomfortable with her right now. I would say this was some progress. I just smiled back, said ok, and went up to my room. I had no idea what to wear to the mystery date, so I decided to call Kim.
"Hey Kim! Oh, before I get to why I'm actually calling, I wanted to say sorry for leaving you in art. But anyways, what do you think I should wear for my date tonight?" She sat on the line for a second, thinking about my question probably, before saying, "First, apology accepted. Second, wear something casual but it has to still be flirty. Don't go for anything to sexy, never a good idea on a fist date. Did that help at all? I would have suggested something more specific but I don't know where you are going." I nodded my head, even though she couldn't see me, and we talked for a few minutes before I told her I was going to get ready. I pulled out some floral printed jeans, a blue denim button up shirt, and a pair of tan colored, heeled, ankle length boots. I brushed out my hair before pulling it up in a tight bun on top of my head, and headed downstairs. I found my mom in the kitchen trying to find something to make for dinner. She was never the best cook, my dad normally handled dinner, when he died I took over most nights. I had told her yesterday that I was going out so she would know she was on her own for the night. She looked a little lost so I came up behind her and pulled out a package of spinach. She gave me a look, I knew she wasn't huge on spinach, but I just waved her out of the kitchen. I might as well help her out, she was working now and trying to start up some conversation, so I felt it was the least I could do. Next I pulled out strawberries, tomatoes, and poppy seed dressing. After I had all of that set out on the counter I pulled some pecans out of one of the kitchen cabinets. I pulled out a large bowl, a cutting board and knife, then started cutting up the strawberries. After I had everything cut up and placed in the bowl with the spinach I added a few pecans to the top of the salad and put it in the fridge. I left the dressing out on the counter knowing my mom didn't like it when it was to cold. I walked into the living room and sat down on the couch with her. "You have dinner ready in the fridge. Don't add to much dressing to it and it should be fine. I hope you don't mind that I'm going out tonight." One of the reasons I was saying this was because I really did feel bad for leaving her alone but I also felt a little guilty. I hadn't told my mother about Embry yet. It's not like I was ashamed of him, I just had a feeling my mom wouldn't like him very much. "Of course not. You go out and have fun. I will probably just be going to bed early anyways." I said goodbye and walked out onto the front porch. I stood out there for about 5 minutes before I saw Embry's truck pull up. I smiled, pushing my mother out of my brain for right now, and walked down the driveway. I got in the truck and waited to see where he was taking me.
We drove for a little while, I think we passed Emily's road but wasn't sure, and then stopped in a sand lot. The view was breath taking, the sun just starting to get low in the sky and the big cliffs with the waves crashing against them. He went to the bed of his truck and pulled out a picnic basket and a blanket. I laughed at him as he put the blanket in the sand and set down the basket. "So, was it worth the wait?" I shook my head and sat down on the blanket. "It's perfect. The view is amazing." I looked over at him to see him staring at me and blushed. We unpacked the food, sandwiches and a wrapped up bowl filled with cherries, and started to eat. "So, I noticed that there weren't any pickles in that basket. I mean, every picnic has to have pickles," I laughed at his face. "Seriously, what is the deal with you and this hatred for pickles?" This made him laugh and he elaborated, "When I was around the age of, like, 7 my mom had taken me to this carnival thing. I hadn't been feeling well but wanted to go anyway. So, after being there for maybe an hour we stopped to get some food. I had never tried pickles before so my mom got me one of those really big dill pickles on a stick. After 2 bites I got sick all over the place. My mom was horrified and I felt like crap. And that is why I don't like pickles." I was trying to hold in my laughter as I ate a cherry when I got an idea. "Well as tragic a story that was, I think that I can change your mind. Come on." I stood up and dusted some stray sand off of my pants. He looked confused and said, "What? There is no way you are going to get me to eat a pickle." Oh, so now he was challenging me. "Ok, you're on. Now come on, get up. It's my turn to take you somewhere." I tugged on his hand for emphasis. He chuckled, stood up, and started to pack up our picnic. "I'm just warning you, don't scratch the truck." "Oh, come on. I've driven it before. Now get in and keep you eyes closed until we get there.
It took me a few minutes to find my way back to the main road, but when I did it didn't take long to get to my destination. I was winning this bet, and I was going to do it right now. I made him keep his eyes closed and guided him out of the truck. Right when we were in front of the door I told him to open his eyes. He started laughing and said, "What on Earth are we doing at the super market?" I just smirked at him and told him, "You'll see." I took his hand and led him to the isle that held the pickles. When we reached it he just looked at me for a second. "You were serious about that bet?" Well duh. Like I would agree if I thought I was going to lose. "I was dead serious. You know, it would be a shame if some of the boys were to find out about your little pickle story." I knew I was bluffing, but Embry didn't. His eyes widened and he shook his head. "Grab a jar and lets get this over with. And by the way, blackmail is not a nice way to win a bet." If only he knew I had no intention of telling them, but I would share this with him after he ate one of these pickles. I paid for the jar and walked out of the store. I climbed into the bed of the truck, or tried to, when Embry came up behind me and lifted me the rest of the way. I laughed and thanked him. He got in and sat down next to me, taking up most of the space, and I opened the jar. "Just asking, because I'm curious, but why is it so important that I eat a pickle?" "Because I made a bet with you and I am going to win. I never lose." I knew that he saw the determined look on my face because he just shook his head and grabbed a pickle out of the jar. I sat back a little bit, in case he didn't like it and spit it out. He bit off half of it and chewed slowly. He didn't make the face he normally makes, but turned to me with a look of defeat. He swallowed, then said, "Alright. You win. That actually wasn't that bad." I smiled at him knowing my winning streak lived on. "See I told you. Pickles are amazing. Now, on to the important business. What did I win?" A thoughtful look crossed his face and he leaned towards my head and whispered, "Do you trust me?" I nodded my head, a little confused, before he turned his head and kissed me. I was to stunned to move, but my brain quickly caught up with me and I was kissing him back. I wrapped my arms around his neck, while his warm hands circled around my waist. After what seemed like hours we finally pulled away from each other, both of us breathing heavy. What had felt like hours was really only a few minutes, so I curled up into his side and watched the sun set in front of us.
When it started to get windy out we got back in the truck. He drove me back home and wouldn't stop touching me the entire time. It was subtle, I almost didn't notice at first, but after awhile I became more aware of them. He would hold my hand, or rest it on my knee. At one point he had one arm around me while I leaned into his chest. When we reached my house I turned and gave him a quick kiss on the lips before hopping out of his truck. I turned to wave and then ran up to the door. I walked inside, trying to be quiet so I wouldn't wake up my mom. I went upstairs and texted Kim before I got ready for bed. I knew it was a little obsessive, but I already wanted to see Embry again. It was like when he wasn't right next to me I felt, almost, lost. I shook my head at myself and climbed into bed.