Chapter 1
One week later...
"Dammit..." Raoul muttered as he got back in the car.
"What's wrong?"
"My question exactly. Obviously something's wrong with the car, but I can't figure it out."
"So we're stuck here?"
"Until someone can tow us. I've already called someone, but it could be a while before he gets here."
The two sat in silence for a few moments.
"I'm so sorry, Christine. I'm sure this is not how you wanted our first date to go."
"No, Raoul, it's fine! You couldn't control this. Honestly, this date is going much better than most dates I've been on."
"Really?"
"Really. Now, since the date isn't going as planned, we should think of something else to do."
"Like what?"
"Well... I have Netflix on my phone... We could watch a movie. We're missing the one we were supposed to see anyways."
"Alright. I suppose that'd be a nice substitute."
She giggled as she pulled out her phone. "I like it when you talk like that."
"Like what?"
"When you use words like 'suppose' and 'substitute.'"
"They should honestly be standard vocabulary."
"In my vocabulary, they are, but most of the guys I know aren't nearly as intelligent as you."
He smiled slightly. "I'm honored."
She giggled lightly. "Alright, what do you want to watch?"
"You pick. I'm sure you know what the good ones are."
After much searching, Christine finally picked out a fairly good comedy. But, when they started the movie, they realized there was a problem; there was not a comfortable way to hold the phone so that both of them could see and hear.
So, after many minutes of shifting around, they ended up stretched out in the back seat, Christine comfortably lying on top of him, her back to his torso. They agreed that they would take turns holding the phone, so no one's arms would get tired.
Finally, they were about to watch the movie...
But Christine's phone had other plans.
Buffering...
Buffering...
Buffering...
Christine eventually gave up and put her phone to sleep.
The pair didn't move from their position, although they knew that it was far too intimate for a first date. But why follow society's rules when they could make their own?
When Christine felt Raoul's arms tighten around her, she couldn't help but sigh a little. It'd been so long since she'd been on a date, let alone been held. She'd forgotten how much she enjoyed the romance.
She picked up her phone again and clicked on the camera, turning it to mirror mode. She couldn't help but laugh when she saw Raoul giving her an odd look.
"What are you doing?" he asked her.
"Trying to see you, and maybe take a picture," she replied with a giggle.
He smiled. "Well, if you want a picture, scoot up a little bit so you can get a good shot of both of us."
She smiled and nodded. "Good idea."
Christine found a better position, her head right next to his. She giggled. "Alright, say 'cheese!'"
"Cheeeeeeeeeeeese," they both said, giggling a little.
"Let's take silly one!" Christine suggested.
"We already did," Raoul teased.
She laughed. "No, I want to do a really silly one."
"Alright. If you want silly, I'll give you silly."
"Okay. One... Two... Three—"
She didn't have time to say cheese, because Raoul had captured her lips in a kiss.
All was quiet in the car as they kissed. The kiss was slow and gentle, and Raoul held Christine's body steadily in his arms as they kissed. They both knew they shouldn't kiss on the first date, but honestly, neither one of them gave a damn.
Slowly, they broke the kiss, although their lips still hovered centimeters from each other.
The moment was spoiled by Raoul's ringing cell phone.
Raoul muttered curses under his breath, some of them in a language (probably French) that Christine didn't know. Finally, he answered his phone.
"Uh-huh...
Uh-huh...
Okay...
That's right...
Okay...
Bye."
"Who was that?" Christine asked.
"The guy at the towing company. He said that a truck will be here soon," Raoul said, ironically amused that they were interrupted by such an unimportant call.
Christine giggled slightly. "Seriously?"
"Yep."
She laughed. "Next time you decide to sweep me off my feet, make sure your phone is on silent."
He chuckled. "In my defense, a cell phone started this, and a cell phone ended it... By the way, was it okay that I kissed you?... I know it's not proper first date etiquette, but I don't care about propriety as long as you don't," he muttered bashfully.
She giggled. "It was entirely fine by me. I don't care much for propriety either. I don't understand why it's considered 'proper' to hide one's feelings. If one wishes to kiss someone, then they should be encouraged to kiss that someone."
Raoul smiled. "Agreed... Well, what do you think we should do now?"
"I think I should kiss you on the cheek, and then we should move back up to the front seat. I'd hate to be caught by a tow truck driver like this," she said with a laugh.
Raoul nodded. "I agree."
So, Christine kissed his cheek, and then the couple crawled back up to the front seat.
~oOo~
The rest of the evening went rather smoothly. The pair went to dinner (transportation provided via taxi), and then walked around the city, holding hands, until their feet were starting to become sore.
Raoul returned Christine to her apartment, insisting on walking her to the door. He pulled her into his arms right as they reached her door.
"My phone's on silent this time," he muttered before leaning in and kissing her quite romantically.
She giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck as they kissed. This kiss was longer and slightly more heated than their first, but again, neither one of them cared.
"I had a wonderful time," she whispered once he released her and her lips.
"I did too," he replied, "What are your plans for next weekend?"
She giggled. "I'm free as long as I'm not working."
He smiled. "Good. I'll call you later?"
She nodded. "Please, unless I text you all night, which isn't an unlikely possibility."
He laughed. "I look forward to it. Goodnight, Christine."
"Goodnight, Raoul."
Then Raoul pulled her in for one last peck and quickly left.
Christine quietly slipped into her apartment, carefully closing the door behind her. She sunk against the door, grinning like a maniac. She couldn't help but miss him, even though they'd just said goodbye.
What'd she give to be back in his arms for just a moment more…
"From your crazy smile, I'm assuming your date went well?" the voice of her best friend said.
"I thought you'd be asleep by now and I'd have to drag you off the couch again," Christine said.
"Well, you thought wrong. I wanted to stay up and hear all the juicy details," Megan said.
"But Meeeegggaaaannnn... I'm tired..."
"Nope. You owe me a lot, and I intend on hearing about the wonderful date that would not have happened without me."
"Alright, alright," Christine said as she plopped into a chair. "It was nothing short of incredible," Christine began as she recalled each and every detail of the evening. She even showed Meg the photo of their first kiss.
"...And then he kissed me, said goodnight, kissed me again, and then he left. Are you satisfied now?"
"Very. But I do have a few questions."
"But Meeeeeeeeeggggggg…"
"No buts. Just brutal honesty."
"Fine," Christine muttered.
"Okay, this is very important…"
"…"
"Do he got da booty?"
Christine sighed slowly slammed her face into the table:
"He doooooooooooooooooo…"
"How much booty?"
"Exactly 11 booty."
"Damn. The highest you've ever rated a booty is 8."
"It's very good booty."
"Would you do that booty?"
"Hella yes."
"Would you recommend that booty to a friend?"
"No. My booty."
At this point, they had begun laughing their respective booties off.
"I hope you and that booty have a long and happy relationship together."
"Same."
"But the more important question is; did he enjoy your booty."
"I think he did."
"Did he get the booty?"
"No."
"Will he be getting booty soon?"
"Maybe. But only under very special circumstances."
"What circumstances?"
"…shirtless, stubbly, maybe a little sweaty, and bedhead…"
"So if he rolled out of bed one morning and immediately came over to do yard work or something, you'd let him to some special work on your private property?"
"Probably. But you forget something."
"What?"
"I live in an apartment. I don't have a yard."
"Well when you and him get married, you can move to a house and he can mow your lawn all day long."
"Okay, Megan, that's enough suggestive humor for now. The author might have to make this and M-rated fanfic if you don't stop."
"Sorry. So, when are you gonna tell him?"
"Tell him what?"
"About Daniel."
"Oh… I don't know that I want to…"
"You have to. He'll find out one way or another."
"But I don't want to lose Raoul… I haven't been on many dates in the past few months, but every time I do, the guy always loses touch with me after he finds out about Daniel. Always."
"Well, the best advice I can give you to tell Raoul about him soon. Then it won't hurt so bad if he does leave you. It'll only leave a bruise instead of a scar. Besides, if Raoul really does care about you, he will still stay with you even after he finds out. He might even embrace Daniel."
"I hope so…"
"I'm gonna leave you to blog about Raoul now. I gotta go home and hit the hay. It's almost midnight and I have work in the morning."
"Alright. Bye Meg."
"Bye, Chrissy. May visions of Raoul shirtless, stubbly, sweaty, and with bedhead be in your dreams tonight."
"Fuck you."
"No, fuck Raoul."
And then Meg left.