Chapter 2 :) Reviews please- will be getting a bit more towards M-rating in the next chapter :)
I walk up to the restaurant he has chosen, looking in the shop windows to make sure I look alright- I have put my hair up, and I am wearing something simple- black jeans, black boots, and a turquoise top with delicate flowing sleeves.
He's standing outside, looking up into the sky- looking at the stars- the sky is full tonight with them. As he hears my footsteps on the pavement, he looks my way- when he sees me he smiles.
'Hi,' he says. He gives me a light kiss on the cheek. I blush, smiling up at him.
'Hey,' I say back to him, as we walk into the brightly lit restaurant.
Over dinner, we talk about a lot- I find out he has a profound love for cars- he tells me he works at a garage, but he wants to do more than that- he has bigger dreams. I admire that, because I can relate to it. I tell him I have an interest in politics, and one day I want to have a career in it.
'I'm surprised I haven't already asked, but I feel as if I should know- how old are you?' he asks suddenly- I look up and the strangeness of the question, but realise that it makes sense to answer it.
'I'm 19,' I say. He looks at me quickly, but then looks down, going quiet. 'What?' I question.
'I didn't realise... your just... younger than I thought,' he said quietly.
'Well how old are you?' I shoot back- I'm not a prissy little girl- I make my own decisions. If there was to be an age difference, it wouldn't be something that would bother me.
'28,' he replies. He stares as I just shrug and continue to eat. 'Are you ok with that?' he asks.
'I don't care about that sort of stuff. I believe that if two people like each other, then it doesn't matter what their age is- within reason of course,' I add, grinning. He gives a quick smile back. I can see he isn't totally convinced.
Later on, we walk out, back onto the street. I turn around to face him. I want to convince him that I really don't care.
'I can tell you're still wary of me being 19,' I say to him. 'Seriously, I don't care,' I say.
'But you should Sybil- don't you understand? One day you might make a decision concerning your age that you will eventually regret,' he argues. He looks down at the pavement, his hands in his pockets, awkwardly scraping his foot against the concrete.
'I might- but I don't think I will- I may not care, but that doesn't mean I'm not responsible- I know when I go too far,' I say. He doesn't look up. I sigh, admitting to myself that I won't convince him- tonight at least.
'Well, if you don't want to see me again, that's fine. But if you do, then I will gladly accept. See you,' I finish off, not wanting to take an oncoming argument any further. I turn to walk away, seeing his head come up to look at me as I leave. He doesn't stop me.
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It's been three days. And then suddenly one morning as I'm rushing to get ready for work, my mobile rings. I answer with a breathless, 'Hello?'
'Wow, you sound tired and it isn't even 9:00 in the morning,' I immediately recognise his Irish accent. It's Tom. I stop moving, standing in the middle of my kitchen with a glass in my hand.
'Oh, hi Tom,' lost for words. I really thought it had been blown the other night, but I was obviously wrong- and I admit, I'm happy that it hasn't.
'I just wanted to apologise for the way I acted the other night- I was just worried,' he says.
'It's ok- I understand why you were worried- you thought that I couldn't handle it,' I say.
'No- no it's not like that- I was just worried you were going to get yourself into something you would regret- I never said you wouldn't handle it.'
I pause, and realise the real reason for why he had been worried. 'You were worried because you care,' I say.
'Yes. Of course I care- I would care, seeing you being threatened by that guy. I suppose that incident made me- wary of what happens to you.'
I don't say anything- I am overcome with this statement- that he cares for someone he hardly knows.
'So I was wondering if we could start over- go out again maybe,' he says after a while.
'I would like that very much,' I smile down the phone.
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I choose the restaurant this time. I like it because I used to come here with my parents when I was a little girl. It's nothing special- just a comfort away from home.
The evening goes more or less the same way as before- we discuss politics for a lot of the meal- he tells me about the cars he's been working on over the past week. Surprisingly, I find myself interested. I never thought myself to be a fan of cars.
We exit the restaurant, and walk down the street to where he's parked his car. As we get to it, I stop and turn to face him. He looks at me this time, his blue eyes shining. I can't stop looking back at him, into the deep colour. He puts one hand up to my cheek.
'I had fun tonight,' he says.
'Me too,' I reply. I lean forward, touching my lips to his. It's just quick, but it's lovely, and I smile as we pull apart.
'Thanks,' he says.
'No problem,' I smile back at him.
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It carries on like this for a couple of weeks. We see each other usually twice a week- we are working too much to see each other more often than that. Every time we meet, and every time we part, we seal it with a quick kiss. Recently, a couple of times, he has rested his hands on the small of my back, pulling me closer. But I feel I want more of him- so tonight I ask if he can drive me home, and he agrees.
We sit in silence on the way back to my house, just listening to the music on his stereo- its Pink Floyd- one of my favourites. That's another thing we have in common- we both like the music from the past.
He pulls up in front of my house, but I don't get out. I sit there in the dark, waiting for him to say something. 'Are you ok?' he eventually asks.
'Of course- I was just waiting for my kiss,' I say cheekily, but also because I can't think of any other way to get to him.
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