January, Day 17, 9:30 a
January, Day 17, 9:30 a.m., Saturday
Today was the day for Mike and I's 'date', as so called. I have no idea what we're doing; the only information given to me was to dress casually. Dressing 'casually' could mean doing an array of things. Hiking included. And that was not good by any means. If he wanted to spend the whole day moving at a snail's pace and watching me trip every five steps, then so be it.
So I am currently in my closet, looking for something to wear. After minutes of searching I finally decide on a pair of black skinny leg jeans and a slightly dark green cotton sweater with lace surrounding the modestly V-d neckline. Accompanied with a rain coat as always. Mike said that he would be here around 10:30, leaving me around an hour to finish getting ready. I grab my clothes and go to the bathroom to continue this process.
Upon getting out of the shower, I get dressed and think about how I'm going to fix my hair. If it was down, the wind would swirl it around my eyes, making my vision even worse and allowing me to trip even more often. Up it is, then. I put my hair up into a high ponytail and leave it be. Next, I put on a little powder to try and give my skin a little color. By the time I'm through with everything, its 10:15 and I have fifteen minutes to spare. I go to my room, grab my withered copy of Wuthering Heights and make my way downstairs to read until the minutes are up.
As expected, I lose myself in the book and before I know it, there's a knock on the door. I jump slightly, having zoned out, and put my shoes on and open the door. There Mike stands, clad in an orange and white polo with kaki colored pants, a bundle of purple and white violets in his hand. He smiles at me tentively, still expecting a turn-down and says "Here, these are for you..." I smile at him and say "Thank you, Mike. That's really sweet." At my words, he turns a slightly pink color, one that I find amazingly cute. Shocked at myself, I invite him in while I put the flowers in a vase on a counter in the kitchen. I'd move them to my room later.
I felt unreasonably nervous as I walked back to where he was, butterflies filling my stomach and moving up into my throat. As I reached him and looked into his pale blue eyes, my stomach gave a lurch, something not normal, not at all. "Are you ready to go?" His question snapped me out of my reverie. I nod my head, a slight blush appearing on my cheeks. He steps in front of me as I reach for the doorknob to open it for me. I smile at him and walk out.
I hear the door shut and turn around to lock it, then make my way towards his car; A blue and white 1989 Chevrolet Suburban. Once again, he beats me there and already has my door open for me. I smile gratefully at him as he closes my door and jogs to the other side of his vehicle. Once seated, he backs out of my driveway and takes the road that heads to La Push. "So, are you going to tell me where we're going now?" I ask him. "Nope," he says with a smile, "And actually, you're going to have to put this on." He holds up a black bandana, his face holding an apologetic smile. I feel my mouth fall open and these words flow out: "You're kidnapping me, aren't you?" He barks out a laugh and throws the bandana at me. "No, I'm not kidnapping you! I just want it to be a surprise." He says, glancing over at me. Trying to gauge my reaction, I assume. I sigh and reluctantly tie the thing around my head. "Thank you" Is his slightly sarcastic thanks. "Your welcome" I retort, just as sarcastically. I know that he's silently laughing at me, just by his amused silence. A few minutes later I can hardly contain myself anymore, "So how long until we get there??" I complain. He chuckles lowly and replies, "In about five minutes Bella, jeez, calm down. I'm not kidnapping you, gosh!" he finishes, rolling his eyes. I sigh heavily and lean back in the seat, trying to be patient. "I guess no more surprises for you, huh?" He asks, laughing a little. "No, not anymore please." I say, attempting to brighten my tone somewhat as to not hurt his feelings. He barks out another laugh as I feel the car slow and eventually stop.
"Are we there now?" I ask half-way excited because I could take the blind-fold off. "Yes we are here, but," of course, there's always a 'but', "You have to keep that on." He says to me, referring to this thing covering my eyes. "Just for about three more minutes though" he promises quickly, seeing me about to protest. I growl under my breath softly as I hear his door open and close. Seconds later I hear the door open beside me, and then feel Mike's hand on my shoulder, guiding me out of the car. My stomach does another lurch as soon as he touches me. He shuts the door behind us and puts is hand on the small of my back, leading me along. And off we were.
Authors note:
The dates and days are correct according to the book.