I took an unnecessary deep breath to calm myself down before reaching up to unlock the door, and turn the knob, pulling the door open a moment later.
Standing there, leaning against the large door frame with his arms crossed over his chest is. A tall, rugged-looking man with green eyes, and penny-colored, unruly hair. He is dressed casually in a pair of oil-stained dark-washed jeans, a tight black t-shirt, that stretched over his muscular chest impressively, with a black leather jacket thrown over it casually, and a pair of black biker boots.
"Can I help you?" I asked, stoically.
He stared down at me, in surprise, as the corner of his full lips twitched in amusement. "Good evening to you too. I'm looking for an Isabella Swan? Are you Isabella?" He asked, quietly.
I bit back my tongue, remembering what Alice had told me about being nice, for a moment, before I remembered that he was an hour late.
"No, my name is Ruby Stone…" I snarked, with an eye roll.
"Oh, is that so? Well, if that's true, then sorry to bother you, Miss. Stone." He said, biting his bottom lip in a bad attempt to hide his amusement.
I bite my lower lip to hide my own amusement as we stare each other down before I caved under his penetrating gaze.
"What took you so long?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.
He shrugged, as the corners of his lips twitched in amusement.
"Could we, maybe, get a move on?" He asked, tilting his head to the side, before gesturing toward the street.
"You're an hour late. What are a few more minutes?" I retorted, frowning, and looking down at my shoes to avoid his eyes.
"An hour la—? Ah, yes, I had a job that ran over a bit late, but I am here now. Would you like to go now? Or do you wish to go another time?" He asked, trying to make eye contact, but I seemed to be stuck on the way his shirt stretched over his chest.
"Sure… oh wait, what type of car do you have?" I asked, remembering the last horrendous date.
Tanya's brother in law, Daniil, who showed up on a beaten-down moped... it's safe to say I didn't go out with him. Well, I did, but it didn't end well.
"Erm, I don't have a car… I have a Fat Boy." He says, blinking in confusion.
I gasp, before starting down at my attire. Fucking hell! Why couldn't Alice dress me in a pair of cute jeans and a nice sweater or shirt? Why must she always go overboard with the blind date attire?
"Would you please come in? I think I need to change out of this dress..." I said as I stepped back and gave him a tense smile.
He shrugged once before silently moving away from the doorway and stepping into my house. I took a deep breath before closing the door, accidentally inhaling his enticing scent as he walked before me. Enticing and overloading my senses before I shook my head to clear it.
I then rushed to the back, towards my room, slamming the door behind me. I quickly slipped off the dress, tossing it onto the chair in the corner of my room before heading into my closet.
I quickly pulled on a black tank top, before slipping on the wine-colored, off the shoulder, cross wrap, batwing sleeve, wrap-around sweater Quickly bending down to slip off the thigh-high stockings, and replace them with a pair of ankle socks and a pair of waist-high, dark wash jeans. I slipped on my black, lace-up, square-heeled, ankle boots. I decided to replace my clutch with a small crossbody bag and my leather jacket, before exiting the room.
As I exited the room, I found Masen standing by the bookshelves, staring at the books and pictures that adorned it.
I quickly transferred all of my things from the clutch into my bag, before clearing my throat to gain his attention.
He jumped slightly, dropping the picture of a nine-year-old me, and my dad holding up a certificate the day I won the fourth-grade spelling bee.
I smirked, biting back a smile as I watched him slowly bend down to pick it up before swiftly turning towards me, with pink-tinted ears.
"Did you enjoy your snooping?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.
He nodded, clearing his throat before opening and closing his mouth. "I did." He said, evenly. "Are you ready to go?" He asked, smiling.
"Yes, I am," I replied in the same careful tone.
"Alright, let's go then." He said before we both turned and headed for the door.
I grabbed my phone from the table placed by the door before closing the door behind me.
I locked the door and slid on my jacket before looking over at him, curiously.
I wasn't sure what to feel as I walked silently next to him down the small cemented path.
As we made it towards the sidewalk, I couldn't help the small squeal that escaped me as we stopped in front of his Fat Boy.
It was beautiful. In a gorgeous matte black color, it had a Milwaukee-Eight Big Twin Engine. Powerful and smooth-running with crisp throttle response and a pure, soul-satisfying rumble, 114 engine displacements.
The sight was enough to get any girls' panties wet, and a dream come true. I stared at it like a fool, practically salivating as I did.
He smirked at my response before walking over to it and climbing on. It purred to life as he switched it on, making me smile wider.
"Are you planning to get on, any time soon?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at me.
I shook my head in response to his voice, before skipping over to him and climbing on behind him.
He handed me a black helmet with a beautiful emblem on the side. I slipped it on without a second thought, before he climbed off, and secured it onto me correctly. With one nod, he quickly climbed back on, taking my arms and wrapping them onto his waist before he slowly backed the bike up, and took off like a bat out of hell.
I gasped as I felt the chilly air fly around us, my hold on his waist tightening as he took a sudden sharp turn.
The feeling was exhilarating, adrenaline pumped through my veins as I watched everything around us blurred, as we flew down the nearly empty streets.
Author's Note:
As many of you know there is a guest reviewer out there trying to get a lot of fandoms to harass another author. Please don't do it. Many of us are all writers and should have be supporting one another with our craft instead of being assholes to one another.
As for the bullying guest reviewer, please remember that there are people who have less experience then you when you do something like this, and that not everyone is going to take the shit you spew lying down.
You can keep spewing your venom put into the world but it just makes you look idiotic.
My lovely readers, followers, and reviewers please go and support the story Undertale: Frost, this author is being harassed by a lot of fandoms thanks to some asshole, and while I am also being harassed, I think that author needs support too.
I will continue posting what I can as soon as I can.
Until then. Stay safe, and humble.
~Izzy.