Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, or anything to do with it, however the OC's are all my own. The concept of Jasper being the 'God of War' is something that I've read in a few fics, but I don't know where it originates, so I'm sorry for not giving credit where credit's due! Plus, I have no idea what Louisianna, or Wisconsin are like - I'm from England, so please, forgive any mistakes. Have a great day, and I love you guys!
Camilla POV
October 2020
Madison, Wisconsin
Friday came along pretty quickly, and I couldn't say that I wasn't excited for my non-date date, of sorts. Danny told me he'd be picking me up at 8, so that gave me just under four hours to make my brother and dad somethin' to eat, and get ready. Thankfully I had already planned out my outfit, and it was sitting pretty in my closet in my room. As quickly as I could, I prepared a rather spectacular meal, complete with Grilled Steaks Balsamic, drenched in garlic and herb sauce. I had the wherewithal to marinate the boneless beef chuck-eye steaks in the vinaigrette and ginger mixture inside of a zip-lock plastic bag and placed in the freezer overnight.
Once I was done grilling them inside of a normal skillet, I sprinkled, evenly, salt and pepper on both sides, and placed them on two matching white ceramic plates, alongside sprigs of lettuce and smothering them in the marinated ginger sauce. I heard Clyde pummel down the stairs upon catching the scent of the dinner, and took his seat at the end of the dinner table. Our dad followed behind him, and I saw, in his eyes, that he was tired. Like, dead tired. It was a horrible sight to see, honestly.
He had been working back to back shifts at his office for the last month, as it had only just recently opened up here, so he was getting used to the overhaul of work and whatnot. He got into the house, without fail, just after 10 at night, and was up and out of the house before Clyde and I even bat any eyelid the following morning. He was doing the best he could, and we couldn't ask for more than that.
Today was different, though. He had heard, from a begrudging Clyde, that I was going on a date, and had decided to come home early, just so he could do the whole 'fatherly' thing. He never really got the chance to actually be all paternal and protective with me, because guys were naturally repelled of me - thank you, big beast Clyde - so he was taking his damn sweet time with it all.
Jesus, this was going to get so fucking embarrassing, so quickly. I could see it now.
Clyde, the 6'4" animal that he was, alongside my father, the relatively intimidating, broad man that he was, would probably make Danny piss himself on the spot. It was not going to be an enjoyable time, for either of us.
I pushed the plates in front of both men and said, "Here's dinner, I'm goin' up to get dressed," and at my dad's scathing stare, I added, "Be nice."
He smirked, then went back to his steak, and I pranced up the stairs, an excited pep in my step, if you will. I was eager, there was no denying it. With a smile that just wouldn't disappear, no matter how hard I tried, I undressed and hopped into the shower, once it had stopped fluctuating, of course, and, as I only had, maybe, 45 minutes, at most, to get ready, I washed my hair, thoroughly, lathering my body with the coconut and mint body wash that I had fallen in love with. After making sure every surface of my body was completely hairless, I slipped out of the shower, and covered myself up with a cool blue towel, I shuffled back into my bedroom, and, as quickly as possible, I threw on a clean pair of black underwear, along with matching socks.
He said it could get chilly tonight, so I opted out of wearing a dress, as any undie-flashing would be the absolute epitome of embarrassment and I would never live it down. I rubbed in some mint scented lotion onto my skin, and went about doing my hair and makeup, first. Taking care of any possible knots I would find, I blow-dried my tresses, combing through them until my hair was a mass of silky curly locks then straightened it, messily, giving my hair more of a wavy texture, and grasped two thick pieces of hair, and clipped them, with nude grips, to the back of my head, creating the typical halo effect. Then I rubbed serum through the ends, until they were both scented and easy to manipulate, and braided it up in a fish plait and hung it over my right shoulder.
Usually, I didn't put a lot of makeup on, as I didn't see the point of it all, honestly, however this was a special occasion, and therefore I would do something special. A thin layer of kohl liner ruled my lower-lash liner, and a coating of mascara on my lashes, opening up my eyes, in a way, I suppose. I smothered some cherry-scented lip chap on my mouth, and began getting ready.
The short-sleeved white graphic shirt, that Clyde had gotten me for our birthday last year, with the famous Abbey Road album cover - by The Beatles - in black and grey, as well as a pair of soft, stretchable skinny navy jeans. Quickly, I laced up my floral Doc Martens, and slid a maroon beanie onto my head. Over my shoulders, I slipped on a black and white Aztec cardigan and left it unbuttoned and loose, and rolling up the sleeves slightly, so they cuffed my wrists.
A gruff knock on my door made me jump a little on the spot, then hopped over to the door, with a smile, to reveal my surprised dad. He stammered, "Y-Your date's downstairs, Cam," then after a sad, small smile, he said, "You look beautiful, sweetheart."
Blushing, slightly, I answered, "Thanks, daddy," and gave him a kiss on his cheek. I brushed past him, and walked down the staircase, only to see Clyde and Danny engaged in an intense staring match, and I could practically taste the awkwardness as it danced in the air. Seriously, could he jus' not have done it? Hoping to quell the obvious discomfort Danny felt, from the embarrassed look on his face, I commented, with a smirk, "You jus' gonna sit there all day, Danny," he turned to me, his eyes widening slightly, "Or are we gonna head out?"
He smiled, a little, and I felt my heart splutter in my chest at the sight. He stood up, then, straightening out his dark, smart-looking button up, which complimented his broad, strong torso, with a leather jacket thrown over his shoulders, along with a pair of form fitting jeans, that showed off his strong legs and butt. And it was a cute butt, reached out for me, and I placed my hand inside of his warmer one, and he tugged me forward, with a trivial grin blooming on his face, and complimented, "You look great."
Flushing darker, now, I turned to my red-faced brother, who was itching to say something to my date, so to avoid the impeding explosion, I pulled him towards the door, and shouted, as we left, "Night, Cly!"
-0-
"So, what are we doin', Danny?" I asked, from the leather interior, passengers seat of his black 2015 Ford Fusion, while the predisposed driver glanced at me, with a covert grin on his handsome face, and I couldn't help but return with me own. The entire debacle was entirely.. New.
That the only way to describe it - ever since that catastrophe that was my ex-boyfriend, more aptly known as Paul Dumont, I havent allowed myself to feel this free. I always felt like I didn't deserve this kind of thing - to go out on casual dates with guys, simply because I wanted to and not having a care in the world. It was a different sensation, that I wasn't entirely against. I found that I liked being the centre of attention.
"We're almost there, so you can stop fidgeting in your seat, Camilla," he commented with a deep chuckle that had me practically melting in the seat. He turned back towards the road, his brown eyes illuminated by the high-standing lamp shades that we passed, morphing them, if only for a split second, from the pretty brown to a familiar molten gold. I blinked, almost guiltily, and glanced away, quickly, with guilt shining in my eyes.
Goddamn it, why is it that every time I turn my head, I keep expecting to see a specific shade of fuckin topaz? Its infuriating!
The car stopped, then, and I looked towards his awaiting, smug face, as he stepped out, and before I could even turn to push open my own door, he had it pulled out for me, and grasped my hand in his own, before, gentlemanly, helping me out. I stated, shyly, "Thank you"
We were standing outside of a stunning, rustic restaurant, with 'Manger. Aimer. Jouer.' written in a dull gold cursive beneath the charming balcony, which I already knew to be 'Eat. Love' Play' in French, as my mother used to speak it fluently throughout the house while I was younger. He helped me walk up the few stairs towards the entrance, dipped in an amber glow from the lights weaving around the door. Danny wound his fingers through my own, and I blushed, minutely, while glancing down at my feet. My face reddened and he chuckled to himself about something I didn't understand. In complete awe, I gasped, wide-eyed and shocked, "This place.. It's beautiful."
He smirked, once more, then shrugged and opened up the door, "After you, Milady."
Making a face at him, I stepped inside, and was immediately surrounded by the aroma of vanilla candles and sweet-scented herbs and spices. The ochre aura that swelled within the establishment was similar to the lighting outside, and it made my stomach churn, in an unprecedented apprehension that I didn't understand. A pretty petite waitress waltzed over to us, and smiled, welcomingly, "Hey, Danny.. This your date?"
Glancing between then both, I saw Danny's face coat in a light flush as he answered, "Maya stop it, just give us our table, please?"
Quirking an eyebrow, our waitress, Maya, addressed us both, after sighing, heavily, "Follow me," and led us both towards a booth at the back of the restaurant. There were two menus perched in the centre, along with a still burning lavender candle and I slid into one side. Glancing over at my date, my stomach fluttered at the thought, and I didn't know why, but I had a pretty good feeling about tonight.
"You look beautiful, you know," he said, shyly, and I felt my body react without my permission. My skin prickled at the compliment, and, if it were possible, I felt my blush darken ever more.
"T-Thanks," I said, not really used to the compliments, "You look pretty good yourself."
He grinned, "So what are you thinking about getting?"
I shrugged, not really sure, as I wasn't used to this kind of posh cuisine or this sophisticated atmosphere, as back home, there weren't many places like this. It was real fancy, and I felt a little special, knowin' that he was trying to wine and dine me.
He prompted, with a smirk, "Looking at the menu might help."
Scrambling forward, I grasped the crisp smooth menu in my hands, and opened it up. It took a while but we both ended up ordering the same thing; a homemade beef burger, spicy thick potato wedges and a side of fresh garlic and cumin condiments. He was surprised that I would order such a meal, considering he probably was used to datin' girls who rarely ate anythin' in front of their dates.
Thankfully, I was not one of those chicks. We spent majority of the night laughing, joking, jeering in a way that made me like him as a person even more than I had before. He didn't mind making an ass out of himself, and neither did I, which made for better, more interesting conversation and banter. Coming on this 'date' was a good thing for me, because it got my mind off of a certain honey-haired, golden-eyed Ares and his equally as mysterious, yet strangely friendly and forthcoming family.
Little did I know that a few feet outside of the establishment we were inside of was a bemused Peter alongside a confused Charlotte, and an absolutely furious, barely-contained Jasper.