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~*Spike*~
I sat on a bench under a large tree in the same park that I meet Faye in just a day ago. I was overwhelmed with anticipation. My hands were shaking, and I couldn't think straight.
My heart leaped into my throat as I saw her walk through the gates of the park and towards my bench. Her steps were long and graceful, she almost looked like a goddess.
"Hello," she greeted me as she took a seat next to me.
"Hey," I replied, trying to sound cool. I hoped that she wouldn't be able to detect just how nervous I was. 'Women are like dogs, they can smell fear,' those were the last words that Vicious said to me before I left the house.
She simply smiled at me. Her emerald eyes appeared to glitter with amusement.
"So, um is there anywhere in particular that you'd like to go to?" I asked her, stuffing my hands into the pockets of my new and crisp black leather jacket.
"I'm kind of hungry," she told me, smoothing out her skirt.
"Okay," I said, getting up from the bench. "What are you in the mood for?"
"Anything is fine with me," Faye said, also getting up.
"How about Italian?" I asked figuring that I couldn't go wrong there, everyone likes Italian.
"Sure!" she replied.
Although I had walked these streets many times, in light and in darkness they seemed different when I walked with her. I noticed the many colors of the fall leaves, and other things of that nature.
We were there within twenty minutes. I was surprised that she didn't complain about the walk, considering that she was wearing strappy sandals with three inch heels.
I watched her as she stared at the outside of the restauraunt, hoping she was impressed.
"Are you sure you can afford this?" she asked quietly, trying not to offend me.
"I wouldn't have brought you here if I couldn't pay for it," I said.
I held the door for her and she walked inside.
"Spike-sama! Where have you been? I haven't seen you here with the family since you were a young boy. Now look at you, all grown up!" the waitress squeeled, placing a warm hand on each side of his face.
We were seated at a small table soon after.
"It's really beautiful here," she said in awe as she watched the band play thier classical music.
"I'm glad you like it," I replied lightly touching the red rose in the slender vase on the table.
"Good afternoon, may I take your oder?" the waitress questioned.
My eyes traveled from her long and slender legs, to her shapely hips, to her flat stomach, shapely bustline, and up to her beautifully featured face before the question registered in my mind.
"Yes you may," Faye said, loud and clear, snapping me out of my stupor. "I'd like lobster with spheghetti. What would you like Spike?"
I felt my body temperature rise a good ten degrees higher. I could tell that she was angry.
"I'll have what she's having," I said, I haden't taken a look at my menu and didn't want to look stupid by asking for more time.
She leaned over, giving me a nice view, and took out menues before going back to the kitchen to give in our order.
Now that we were left alone I had no idea what to say to her.
"Were your parents angry about you getting home so late last night?" I said finally.
"My Parents?! Yeah right," she replied, with a cold laugh.
"So, I'll take it that you're not close with your parents?" I said with a smile. Most teenagers wanted to distance themselves from their parents.
"Not at all. My dad is always away, or so wrapped up in his business or whatever the hell he calls it. My mother is too busy making excuses," she explained bitterly.
"Oh..." I really didn't know what to say to that. Although I wasn't too fond of my father I loved my mom to death.
"How about you?" she asked, trying to brighten the mood a bit.
"My father and I aren't as close as he'd like us to be. My mom however, is the sweetest woman in the world," I said, sporting a smug smile.
"That's nice," she told me.
An awkward cloud of silence seemed to cover the room until we finished our food.
"So, where do you want to go now?" I asked her.
"How about we just walk around for a while?" she suggested.
~*Faye*~
Although dinner was good, it was strange at the same time. I guess the atmosphere was wrong because we couldn't even get a conversation going.
"I like it best at night," I said. Absorbing everything around me.
"Why?" he asked me.
"I don't know. I just feel so tranquil and relaxed," I tried to explain, hoping he understood what I was saying.
"I understand, I feel the same way," he told me.
"Are you cold?" he asked after hearing me shiver. I silently cursed Linda. She insisted that I'd be fine with only the shawl she loaned me.
"A little," I lied. It was more like freezing.
"Would you like to use my jacket?" he offered.
I nodded shyly and he draped it around my shoulders.
"Tell me more about yourself," he said, taking my hand boldly.
My heart fluttered, not only had he loaned me his jacket, but he was also holding my hand! "There isn't much to know really," I replied quietly. I never felt comfortable speaking about myself.
"Come on, tell me anything," he insisted.
I waited for a moment, and then realizedd that he wasn't going to back down and gave in. "Okay, okay," I said rolling my eyes. "I'm an only child... My parents got married over thirty years ago in Italy. I one friend, her name is Linda. We've been friends since kindergarten. She's always been the loud one," I joked. "My life since then to now has been quiet. All I do is study, and go to the parties that I'll occasionaly allow her to drag me to."
"What's your life story?" I countered.
"My dad is a very profitable business man. Like your parents mine were married in Italy and have been together for like... forever. I have two friends, Vicious, and Julia who's his girlfriend. Like you I live a simple life, sort of."
"No siblings?" I asked. I felt his grip on my hand tighten as he thought about what to say.
"My older brother was killed by a thug three years ago," he said, his voice low and somber.
My free hand immeadiately flew up to my lips.
"Oh my! I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked," I said quickly. I always ended up asking all the wrong questions.
"Don't worry about it. It was three years ago after all," he said with a shrugg, trying to make me feel better.
"You don't get over something like that!" I insisted.
He looked at me thoughtfully for a while. I couldn't help but smile, she was just so passionate about it.
"You're really cute when you get all excited like that," he said, leaning into me.
I smiled and looked into his beautiful mismatched eyes and felt my heartbeat still as he leaned in closer.
"Are you going to kiss me?" I asked him breathlessly, my voice barely above a whisper. A moment later I felt stupid for asking.
"I think so," he said a moment before granting me my first kiss.
I felt his soft lips press lightly against mine. It was short, but like nothing I've ever felt before.
I gazed into his eyes and felt as if I was going to sink into the concrete below me.
"I've never felt like this before," I said softly after getting my breath back.
"Me neither," he replied, staring deep into my eyes.
I blushed and looked down at the floor. I glanced at my watch and almost gasped when I saw that it was eleven o'clock at night.
"I've really got to get home!" I cried, knowing that my mother would be up this night.
"I'm sorry, wow this is really becoming a habit isn't it?" he asked, trying to drag some kind of humor out of the situation.
We walked as fast as possible to my house. By the second block I felt as if my feet were bleeding. I then wondered how he could afford dinner at such an expensive resteraunt and not have a car.
We arrived there within a half an hour. I was heaving by the time we got to my door step.
"I had a really good time tonight," he said to me, taking my hand once more.
"I did too," I said, staring at the floor in embarassment. I felt so strange and nervous whenever he looked at me. "I should get inside," I said although I wished that we could just spend the rest of the night together.
"Good night," he said shortly, giving me a polite nod and then heading towards the gate.
I watched him leave before entering my home.
"Good night Faye," a cold and crisp voice announced, stopping me dead in my tracks as I crept up the steps.
"Good night mother," I replied. The warm feeling in my heart was replaced with anger.
"Are you aware of what time it is?" she asked me.
I turned to look at her. She sat on the black leather lazy boy chair next to the small coffee table.
"It's eleven thirty," I said cooly, resuming my trip to my room.
"You're lucky your father isn't home," she told me.
"Is he ever?"
"Don't you speak to me like that!" she said loudly, getting out of her seat.
"Whatever," I replied, blowing her off.
I stepped into my bedroom, kicking off my shoes first. I smiled to myself when I realized that I still had his jacket. Slowly I brought it to my nose and inhaled his scent.
After a short shower I hopped into bed, and had sweet dreams about Spike.
~*Spike*~
I sat on a bench under a large tree in the same park that I meet Faye in just a day ago. I was overwhelmed with anticipation. My hands were shaking, and I couldn't think straight.
My heart leaped into my throat as I saw her walk through the gates of the park and towards my bench. Her steps were long and graceful, she almost looked like a goddess.
"Hello," she greeted me as she took a seat next to me.
"Hey," I replied, trying to sound cool. I hoped that she wouldn't be able to detect just how nervous I was. 'Women are like dogs, they can smell fear,' those were the last words that Vicious said to me before I left the house.
She simply smiled at me. Her emerald eyes appeared to glitter with amusement.
"So, um is there anywhere in particular that you'd like to go to?" I asked her, stuffing my hands into the pockets of my new and crisp black leather jacket.
"I'm kind of hungry," she told me, smoothing out her skirt.
"Okay," I said, getting up from the bench. "What are you in the mood for?"
"Anything is fine with me," Faye said, also getting up.
"How about Italian?" I asked figuring that I couldn't go wrong there, everyone likes Italian.
"Sure!" she replied.
Although I had walked these streets many times, in light and in darkness they seemed different when I walked with her. I noticed the many colors of the fall leaves, and other things of that nature.
We were there within twenty minutes. I was surprised that she didn't complain about the walk, considering that she was wearing strappy sandals with three inch heels.
I watched her as she stared at the outside of the restauraunt, hoping she was impressed.
"Are you sure you can afford this?" she asked quietly, trying not to offend me.
"I wouldn't have brought you here if I couldn't pay for it," I said.
I held the door for her and she walked inside.
"Spike-sama! Where have you been? I haven't seen you here with the family since you were a young boy. Now look at you, all grown up!" the waitress squeeled, placing a warm hand on each side of his face.
We were seated at a small table soon after.
"It's really beautiful here," she said in awe as she watched the band play thier classical music.
"I'm glad you like it," I replied lightly touching the red rose in the slender vase on the table.
"Good afternoon, may I take your oder?" the waitress questioned.
My eyes traveled from her long and slender legs, to her shapely hips, to her flat stomach, shapely bustline, and up to her beautifully featured face before the question registered in my mind.
"Yes you may," Faye said, loud and clear, snapping me out of my stupor. "I'd like lobster with spheghetti. What would you like Spike?"
I felt my body temperature rise a good ten degrees higher. I could tell that she was angry.
"I'll have what she's having," I said, I haden't taken a look at my menu and didn't want to look stupid by asking for more time.
She leaned over, giving me a nice view, and took out menues before going back to the kitchen to give in our order.
Now that we were left alone I had no idea what to say to her.
"Were your parents angry about you getting home so late last night?" I said finally.
"My Parents?! Yeah right," she replied, with a cold laugh.
"So, I'll take it that you're not close with your parents?" I said with a smile. Most teenagers wanted to distance themselves from their parents.
"Not at all. My dad is always away, or so wrapped up in his business or whatever the hell he calls it. My mother is too busy making excuses," she explained bitterly.
"Oh..." I really didn't know what to say to that. Although I wasn't too fond of my father I loved my mom to death.
"How about you?" she asked, trying to brighten the mood a bit.
"My father and I aren't as close as he'd like us to be. My mom however, is the sweetest woman in the world," I said, sporting a smug smile.
"That's nice," she told me.
An awkward cloud of silence seemed to cover the room until we finished our food.
"So, where do you want to go now?" I asked her.
"How about we just walk around for a while?" she suggested.
~*Faye*~
Although dinner was good, it was strange at the same time. I guess the atmosphere was wrong because we couldn't even get a conversation going.
"I like it best at night," I said. Absorbing everything around me.
"Why?" he asked me.
"I don't know. I just feel so tranquil and relaxed," I tried to explain, hoping he understood what I was saying.
"I understand, I feel the same way," he told me.
"Are you cold?" he asked after hearing me shiver. I silently cursed Linda. She insisted that I'd be fine with only the shawl she loaned me.
"A little," I lied. It was more like freezing.
"Would you like to use my jacket?" he offered.
I nodded shyly and he draped it around my shoulders.
"Tell me more about yourself," he said, taking my hand boldly.
My heart fluttered, not only had he loaned me his jacket, but he was also holding my hand! "There isn't much to know really," I replied quietly. I never felt comfortable speaking about myself.
"Come on, tell me anything," he insisted.
I waited for a moment, and then realizedd that he wasn't going to back down and gave in. "Okay, okay," I said rolling my eyes. "I'm an only child... My parents got married over thirty years ago in Italy. I one friend, her name is Linda. We've been friends since kindergarten. She's always been the loud one," I joked. "My life since then to now has been quiet. All I do is study, and go to the parties that I'll occasionaly allow her to drag me to."
"What's your life story?" I countered.
"My dad is a very profitable business man. Like your parents mine were married in Italy and have been together for like... forever. I have two friends, Vicious, and Julia who's his girlfriend. Like you I live a simple life, sort of."
"No siblings?" I asked. I felt his grip on my hand tighten as he thought about what to say.
"My older brother was killed by a thug three years ago," he said, his voice low and somber.
My free hand immeadiately flew up to my lips.
"Oh my! I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked," I said quickly. I always ended up asking all the wrong questions.
"Don't worry about it. It was three years ago after all," he said with a shrugg, trying to make me feel better.
"You don't get over something like that!" I insisted.
He looked at me thoughtfully for a while. I couldn't help but smile, she was just so passionate about it.
"You're really cute when you get all excited like that," he said, leaning into me.
I smiled and looked into his beautiful mismatched eyes and felt my heartbeat still as he leaned in closer.
"Are you going to kiss me?" I asked him breathlessly, my voice barely above a whisper. A moment later I felt stupid for asking.
"I think so," he said a moment before granting me my first kiss.
I felt his soft lips press lightly against mine. It was short, but like nothing I've ever felt before.
I gazed into his eyes and felt as if I was going to sink into the concrete below me.
"I've never felt like this before," I said softly after getting my breath back.
"Me neither," he replied, staring deep into my eyes.
I blushed and looked down at the floor. I glanced at my watch and almost gasped when I saw that it was eleven o'clock at night.
"I've really got to get home!" I cried, knowing that my mother would be up this night.
"I'm sorry, wow this is really becoming a habit isn't it?" he asked, trying to drag some kind of humor out of the situation.
We walked as fast as possible to my house. By the second block I felt as if my feet were bleeding. I then wondered how he could afford dinner at such an expensive resteraunt and not have a car.
We arrived there within a half an hour. I was heaving by the time we got to my door step.
"I had a really good time tonight," he said to me, taking my hand once more.
"I did too," I said, staring at the floor in embarassment. I felt so strange and nervous whenever he looked at me. "I should get inside," I said although I wished that we could just spend the rest of the night together.
"Good night," he said shortly, giving me a polite nod and then heading towards the gate.
I watched him leave before entering my home.
"Good night Faye," a cold and crisp voice announced, stopping me dead in my tracks as I crept up the steps.
"Good night mother," I replied. The warm feeling in my heart was replaced with anger.
"Are you aware of what time it is?" she asked me.
I turned to look at her. She sat on the black leather lazy boy chair next to the small coffee table.
"It's eleven thirty," I said cooly, resuming my trip to my room.
"You're lucky your father isn't home," she told me.
"Is he ever?"
"Don't you speak to me like that!" she said loudly, getting out of her seat.
"Whatever," I replied, blowing her off.
I stepped into my bedroom, kicking off my shoes first. I smiled to myself when I realized that I still had his jacket. Slowly I brought it to my nose and inhaled his scent.
After a short shower I hopped into bed, and had sweet dreams about Spike.