Chapter 10: Not So Bad After All
"Never judge a book by its cover, judge by the content within"
By: Me (hahah not really)
Crystal's P.O.V.
I stood in my living room waiting for the one guy I hated the most to come and pick me up. Yeah, your probably wondering why in the world I would be doing that instead of running in the opposite direction but apparently my mom had other ideas.
"Mom this isn't fair." I stompped into the kitchen. I was wearing my signature pout. My "mother" barely looked up from the sink where she was washing dishes.
"You know for being a cop, your going to cause more crime. How can you put your only daughter in danger like that?" I reasoned but she just sighed.
"Now, Paul is a sweet boy." My mom said. How could she say that about a womanizer, who now is targeting her own daughter?
"Mom you don't even know him." I yelled my fustration.
"And you do?" My mom raised an eyebrow in a challengng manner. I went silent. If I had been asked that a week ago I would have had a definite yes but now, I really didn't know him anymore.
"Anyways you owe him. He found you when you decided to leave without calling me." I could see the sadness in my mom's eyes. I hadn't realized that it had effected her so much. But, I mean, all I did was take a walk in the woods and yea, I might have stayed for a little longer than I should have but nothing else.
"Mom but I..."
"I don't want to hear it, you are going to that bonfire and now, go get dressed." She shooed me towards my room.
So that is how I found myself here, waiting for Paul to come and pick me up. Seriously, my mom had agreed to a manwhore in taking me out on a date. My whole body shivered from having the words Paul, I, and date in the same sentence. But, hopefully since the mother nature happens to be on my side, the bonfire will be cancelled.
My mind was incircled with thoughts of how to kill Paul and make it look like a suicide, when I was rudely interrupted by the knocking on the door.
Paul's P.O.V.
I parked in Crystal's driveway. I had brought my escalade because I didn't think that Crys would like my motorcyle, especially as a first impression. Even though having Crystal hold on to me was a really inviting idea.
I could feel my shirt soaking from the rain. Because of the stupid weather, the bonfire was cancelled. But nothing would stop me from having my date with Crystal.
I made my way towards the door. I ran a hand through my hair, nervously. Usually I would of have brought flowers with me but I didn't think Crystal would be like most girls.
It took me a couple minutes to build the curage to knock on the door. I took a deep breath, "Come on Paul don't be a wuss" I thought.
I reached out and knocked on the door like the man I was. ( xDhahah)
Cyrstal P.O.V.
"Ugh lets get this over with." I thought as I opened the door to find the one and only Paul standing on the other side. My heart skipped a beat. Paul looked nice in a black button up shirt, rolled up to his elbows and jeans. It was a change from his usual t-shirt with cut offs. No, no what am I thinking, Paul is the enemy, I can't be thinking things like that.
Paul coughed nervously, "You look nice." I squinted my eyes. "Liar" I thought. I was wearing a black v-neck and some jeans. Nothing nice and it wasn't like I was going to dress up for Paul.
"You look nice too." The words left my mouth. I mentally slapped myself. Why was I complementing the enemy? Pual deffinetly didn't need an ego boost either.
Paul smiled. "I guess we should get going." Paul seemed to have gained confidence because the next thing I knew, I was being lead to his truck, hand in hand with Paul. Ugh, that was the last thing I needed, for him to become even more arrogant than it was possible.
But I did owe him for saving me from drowning. My mind involuntarily replayed last nights memories and I shuddered.
"Are you okay?" Paul noticed. Crap.
"Um, yeah." I said nervously. Paul looked like he knew something was wrong but he let it go. He opened the car door for me.
I had to admit that I was a little surprised that Paul owned anything other than his motorcycle and that he actually kept his truck clean. I would have never thought Paul was a clean or oranized person.
Paul chuckled at my surprised expression but then turned into a grimace. "Ugh, the bonfire was cancelled because of the weather." He gestured to the pouring rain outside the truck. "But um, I was wondering ..." Paul rubbed the back of his neck nervously and I had to admit it looked cute. "Do you mind if we go somewhere instead."
Oh my gosh! I knew it! He is going to take me to some run-down sleezy motel and freaking try to sleep with me.
"Where are we going?" I tried to sound cool when I freaking out inside.
Paul smiled, "It's a surprise." I gulped. The whole ride to this 'mystery' place, I couldn't shake the feeling of being on the path of danger.
"Where here" Paul anounced. I looked out, we were in some old restaurant.
I so badly wanted to ask where the heck we were but Paul stopped me. I could feel Paul's lips by my ear and his hot breath whispered," Closer your eyes."
I obliged even though I knew I shouldn't. I could hear Paul opening his door and shutting it and the next thing I knew, my door was being opened and Paul lead me towards the old restaurant.
Paul jiggled something in his pockets and I heard a door creak open and we stepped inside. Paul flickered on the lights, "You can open your eyes now."
I looked around. It was amazing. It had a 50's theme to it and it felt like home.
"What do you think?" Paul's eyes were glued to my face.
"I-..." I was at a loss for words. "Its amazing." I smiled but I couldn't match Paul's.
"It still has more work to be done." Paul said as he inspected the place himself.
"Wait you did all of this?" My heart swelled, Paul deffinetly just scored a couple of points with me.
"Yea, Im trying to make it look like how it used to." Paul responded.
"So, don't mind me asking but, why? Why are you doing all of this?" I wanted to know his thought process. If he just did it as a project then that wouldn't be special at all.
"This place. It means so much to my grandma." Paul eyes twinkled at the mention of his grandmother. "She would tell me stories of this place. She loved it and it really hurt her when it closed." Paul's eyes glistened and I didn't have to be told to know the rest of the story. Paul bought this restaurant and is trying to restore it for his grandmother, maybe as a last wish of hers.
I smiled. Paul really did seem like a nice person when he felt like it. It really did touch me to know he would do all of this for his grandmother.
"Um, I cooked dinner for us." Paul said. He lead me to a table that was nicely set up. It had red table cloth and two candles elumintated the whole room.
I deffinetly had no problem calling this a date anymore.
So, thoughts? I took down the other chapter because I didn't like it. I really like this one though. HHAHHA so its kinda a cliffy, not really but review if you want the next chapter uploaded faster!
Also really sorry for not updating sooner. I will try my best to update sooner!
REVIEW PLEASE!:D
l
l
l
l
l
V
