The sixth chapter of Attitude Adjustments! Sorry for the delay in updating, this is my third draft. Grrr . . . __ Anyway, read on, enjoy, R/R!
The bell rang. Waiting for her at the door, I looked around. She really did have a pretty house, more inviting than anything I'd ever had the opportunity to live in. Sounds somewhat sad, me being jealous of someone, but I really couldn't help it. My life really wasn't as desirable as you might be led to believe.
The sound of footsteps rocketed me back to earth. I averted my eyes back to the front door just in time to see the knob turn. Quickly I stood up straight and held the roses in front of me, just in time to see the door open.
Thank heavens, it was Serenity that opened the door, not her brother. In fact, the idea that he could be home hadn't really occurred to me until just now. That could have gotten really ugly, really fast. Somehow, the idea of his little sister going out on a date, yes, date, I admit it, with me really didn't seem like something that would appeal to him very much.
"Hello Serenity," I said, getting as close to a smile as I could. Okay, I wasn't really used to smiling much lately. That really could be an acquired skill.
"Hi Seto," she smiled, (was it in awe?) stepping into the cool night air. She was only wearing a denim skirt that came to just above her knees and a tank top shirt. She was very pretty, but I hoped that she wouldn't be too cold.
"For you," I said, holding out the rose bouquet. She gasped.
"They're beautiful!" she exclaimed, accepting them. "I'll put them in some water inside. You can come in too, if you like."
She obviously noticed my look, because she laughed and added, "Joey's at the game shop with Yugi and the others. It's okay."
I walked inside with her, feeling more than a little awkward.
The first place I walked into was the foyer area. She flicked on the lights, and we walked to the kitchen. She was very chatty, and that definitely put me at ease, because I wouldn't have known what to say otherwise.
If I thought that outside of her house was pretty, I had yet to see anything. The kitchen was painted a pale blue, and there was a matching tablecloth with chairs cushioned likewise in the dining room.
"It's not much, but we like it," she said, almost apologetically shrugging as we walked in. I immediately realized she was referring to the fact that I lived in a multi-million dollar mansion.
"No, no, it's wonderful," I reassured. I was being completely honest.
"Just make yourself at home," she said, getting a vase out of a cabinet nearby. I sat down in one of the chairs.
"Thanks for inviting me tonight," she said, speaking as she worked.
"No problem at all," I said. I hope she didn't start discussing the invitation, considering I knew nothing about it. The Millennium Rod-and Seth-were still in my glove box in the car.
"I mean, no boy has ever, you had the choice of any girl . . . " her already stammering voice trailed off. It shocked me. She was just as afraid as I was. She didn't understand.
"What if I didn't want 'any girl'? I wanted you." I said. That was perfect.
She blushed furiously.
"Of course. I wouldn't have asked you out if you weren't the one I wanted." Her face burned.
"Thank you," she repeated.
"It's my pleasure."
I approached her, and genuinely smiled. She smiled in return.
She took the bouquet, now in a sleek vase, and put it on the table.
"Are you ready to go?" I asked. This was going to be trial and error until I mastered her personality.
"Yeah. I guess so," she said. We walked back to the front door. I went out the door first. It was darker than when I first pulled up. My eyes adjusted quickly to the dusk.
She started down the stairs cautiously behind me. I extended my hand out to her. She took it, smiling. We walked out to the car.
I opened the passenger side door for her, and she stepped in. I proceeded to the driver's side and got in. I started the car, and the heat came on. She seemed to relax, and the color receded from her face.
We rode in silence most of the way. I ignored Seth's chanting of 'Make a move, make a move . . . ' Loser. I wasn't going to blow this.
I began to relax, too. I realized that I had a tendency to act around her like I did around Mokuba. She just wasn't going to see a cold and heartless side of me. That was for sure.
The bell rang. Waiting for her at the door, I looked around. She really did have a pretty house, more inviting than anything I'd ever had the opportunity to live in. Sounds somewhat sad, me being jealous of someone, but I really couldn't help it. My life really wasn't as desirable as you might be led to believe.
The sound of footsteps rocketed me back to earth. I averted my eyes back to the front door just in time to see the knob turn. Quickly I stood up straight and held the roses in front of me, just in time to see the door open.
Thank heavens, it was Serenity that opened the door, not her brother. In fact, the idea that he could be home hadn't really occurred to me until just now. That could have gotten really ugly, really fast. Somehow, the idea of his little sister going out on a date, yes, date, I admit it, with me really didn't seem like something that would appeal to him very much.
"Hello Serenity," I said, getting as close to a smile as I could. Okay, I wasn't really used to smiling much lately. That really could be an acquired skill.
"Hi Seto," she smiled, (was it in awe?) stepping into the cool night air. She was only wearing a denim skirt that came to just above her knees and a tank top shirt. She was very pretty, but I hoped that she wouldn't be too cold.
"For you," I said, holding out the rose bouquet. She gasped.
"They're beautiful!" she exclaimed, accepting them. "I'll put them in some water inside. You can come in too, if you like."
She obviously noticed my look, because she laughed and added, "Joey's at the game shop with Yugi and the others. It's okay."
I walked inside with her, feeling more than a little awkward.
The first place I walked into was the foyer area. She flicked on the lights, and we walked to the kitchen. She was very chatty, and that definitely put me at ease, because I wouldn't have known what to say otherwise.
If I thought that outside of her house was pretty, I had yet to see anything. The kitchen was painted a pale blue, and there was a matching tablecloth with chairs cushioned likewise in the dining room.
"It's not much, but we like it," she said, almost apologetically shrugging as we walked in. I immediately realized she was referring to the fact that I lived in a multi-million dollar mansion.
"No, no, it's wonderful," I reassured. I was being completely honest.
"Just make yourself at home," she said, getting a vase out of a cabinet nearby. I sat down in one of the chairs.
"Thanks for inviting me tonight," she said, speaking as she worked.
"No problem at all," I said. I hope she didn't start discussing the invitation, considering I knew nothing about it. The Millennium Rod-and Seth-were still in my glove box in the car.
"I mean, no boy has ever, you had the choice of any girl . . . " her already stammering voice trailed off. It shocked me. She was just as afraid as I was. She didn't understand.
"What if I didn't want 'any girl'? I wanted you." I said. That was perfect.
She blushed furiously.
"Of course. I wouldn't have asked you out if you weren't the one I wanted." Her face burned.
"Thank you," she repeated.
"It's my pleasure."
I approached her, and genuinely smiled. She smiled in return.
She took the bouquet, now in a sleek vase, and put it on the table.
"Are you ready to go?" I asked. This was going to be trial and error until I mastered her personality.
"Yeah. I guess so," she said. We walked back to the front door. I went out the door first. It was darker than when I first pulled up. My eyes adjusted quickly to the dusk.
She started down the stairs cautiously behind me. I extended my hand out to her. She took it, smiling. We walked out to the car.
I opened the passenger side door for her, and she stepped in. I proceeded to the driver's side and got in. I started the car, and the heat came on. She seemed to relax, and the color receded from her face.
We rode in silence most of the way. I ignored Seth's chanting of 'Make a move, make a move . . . ' Loser. I wasn't going to blow this.
I began to relax, too. I realized that I had a tendency to act around her like I did around Mokuba. She just wasn't going to see a cold and heartless side of me. That was for sure.