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Chapter 16: Dating and Dancing
"I can't believe you asked my father,'" Reggie said excitedly as we sat down at a fancy outdoor restaurant. Ray had allowed her to go out with me, and I had never felt happier about anything.
"Well, I asked him," I told her as I looked at my menu.
"Are you sure you can afford this?" She asked me, looking at her menu.
'Sure," I told her, "Have anything you want." Just then, the waiter came to our table.
"And what will it be, lil ' cuzzes?" Asked the waiter, a bulk Hawaiian guy whose named was spelled "Tito" on his badge. Reggie started to order.
"Uh, I'll have the spaghetti, please, and an iced tea," she politely asked.
"Make that two spaghettis and a Coke, please," I told Tito.
Throughout dinner, we talked about everything from school to skateboarding. When our dirty dishes had been collected by Tito, Reggie smiled at me.
"Would you like to dance?" She asked me with a wide smile on her face. I could only smile back at her. She was so beautiful, I couldn't believe that I once thought otherwise. And that blue sweater I got her made her look even more beautiful.
"No, I don't dance," I said as I grinned at her, knowing my history with dancing. One time, Margaret and I danced, and the next morning, her feet were blue.
"Well, neither do I, at least not in front of people," Reggie said as she blushed. I just smiled even wider at her.
"No, I really don't dance, " I replied as she continued to smile at me.
"Please?" She asked with a begging look on her face. I just couldn't say no. "For me?"
"OK, but don't say I didn't warn you," I said as a giant smile crossed upon her beautiful face that made my heart melt at once. We got up and walked hand in hand to the dance floor. There was a soft jazz band playing, so maybe the slow dancing would be easier on HER feet than on Margaret's. I put my hands around her waist as she put hers around my neck. We started to dance, and sure enough, I was stepping on her feet. But not on accident, of course, but you know. I don't dance.
"I'm sorry," I told her. "I'm really no good at this." She smiled up at me as we danced and I stepped on her foot once again.
"Well, you warned me, so I guess that makes it legal," she told me. I then decided that I'd change the subject. After a moment's silence, I spoke up again.
"So," I asked her, "What's your number one?" She smiled up at me sweetly and shook her head. That night, we "danced" and then decided to go for a walk on the boardwalk. I held her hand as we walked in silence as the wind softly blew. They way it made her violet hair flow was so beautiful. It was then that I realized that I had found my true love. After a moment, she broke the silence.
"This place is so beautiful. It gives me so much feeling inside. The feeling this place gives me--it's like the wind. I can't see it, but I can feel it," she told me in a soft voice that I would cherish forever.
"What do you feel?" I asked her.
"Wonder. Beauty. Love. Joy. Like it's the center of everything," she told me, the wind ruffling her hair across her face. She looked like an angel. I then thought about the play, how she looked singing "Only Hope", and I had an urge inside my body.
"I feel that I might kiss you," I told her, looking deep into her hazel eyes.
"What if I'm bad it?" She asked me, with a shy look on her face.
"It's not possible," I replied, before leaning over and kissing her lips softly. But this time, it was real. It wasn't just for some dumb play. After we stopped a minute later, she looked up at me. I then told her the words that I had kept inside for so long.
"I love you," I smiled at her and kissed her again. When we got done, she looked at me sadly. She stayed silent for a moment. "Now would be a good time to say something," I told her as I grinned.
"I told you not to fall in love with me," she told me with a sorrowful look on her face. I didn't understand, but I had a feeling that I would soon.
Chapter 16: Dating and Dancing
"I can't believe you asked my father,'" Reggie said excitedly as we sat down at a fancy outdoor restaurant. Ray had allowed her to go out with me, and I had never felt happier about anything.
"Well, I asked him," I told her as I looked at my menu.
"Are you sure you can afford this?" She asked me, looking at her menu.
'Sure," I told her, "Have anything you want." Just then, the waiter came to our table.
"And what will it be, lil ' cuzzes?" Asked the waiter, a bulk Hawaiian guy whose named was spelled "Tito" on his badge. Reggie started to order.
"Uh, I'll have the spaghetti, please, and an iced tea," she politely asked.
"Make that two spaghettis and a Coke, please," I told Tito.
Throughout dinner, we talked about everything from school to skateboarding. When our dirty dishes had been collected by Tito, Reggie smiled at me.
"Would you like to dance?" She asked me with a wide smile on her face. I could only smile back at her. She was so beautiful, I couldn't believe that I once thought otherwise. And that blue sweater I got her made her look even more beautiful.
"No, I don't dance," I said as I grinned at her, knowing my history with dancing. One time, Margaret and I danced, and the next morning, her feet were blue.
"Well, neither do I, at least not in front of people," Reggie said as she blushed. I just smiled even wider at her.
"No, I really don't dance, " I replied as she continued to smile at me.
"Please?" She asked with a begging look on her face. I just couldn't say no. "For me?"
"OK, but don't say I didn't warn you," I said as a giant smile crossed upon her beautiful face that made my heart melt at once. We got up and walked hand in hand to the dance floor. There was a soft jazz band playing, so maybe the slow dancing would be easier on HER feet than on Margaret's. I put my hands around her waist as she put hers around my neck. We started to dance, and sure enough, I was stepping on her feet. But not on accident, of course, but you know. I don't dance.
"I'm sorry," I told her. "I'm really no good at this." She smiled up at me as we danced and I stepped on her foot once again.
"Well, you warned me, so I guess that makes it legal," she told me. I then decided that I'd change the subject. After a moment's silence, I spoke up again.
"So," I asked her, "What's your number one?" She smiled up at me sweetly and shook her head. That night, we "danced" and then decided to go for a walk on the boardwalk. I held her hand as we walked in silence as the wind softly blew. They way it made her violet hair flow was so beautiful. It was then that I realized that I had found my true love. After a moment, she broke the silence.
"This place is so beautiful. It gives me so much feeling inside. The feeling this place gives me--it's like the wind. I can't see it, but I can feel it," she told me in a soft voice that I would cherish forever.
"What do you feel?" I asked her.
"Wonder. Beauty. Love. Joy. Like it's the center of everything," she told me, the wind ruffling her hair across her face. She looked like an angel. I then thought about the play, how she looked singing "Only Hope", and I had an urge inside my body.
"I feel that I might kiss you," I told her, looking deep into her hazel eyes.
"What if I'm bad it?" She asked me, with a shy look on her face.
"It's not possible," I replied, before leaning over and kissing her lips softly. But this time, it was real. It wasn't just for some dumb play. After we stopped a minute later, she looked up at me. I then told her the words that I had kept inside for so long.
"I love you," I smiled at her and kissed her again. When we got done, she looked at me sadly. She stayed silent for a moment. "Now would be a good time to say something," I told her as I grinned.
"I told you not to fall in love with me," she told me with a sorrowful look on her face. I didn't understand, but I had a feeling that I would soon.