Being your slave wasn't nearly as much work as I expected it to be, I taught you how to make chocolate chip pancakes, held your bags as you went shopping, watched you try on some clothes, and swam around the pool while you tanned in the white bikini I proudly helped pick out.
"So what are we doing for dinner, Master?" I smile as cold water drips from my hair onto you as you tan
"Ahh really, Troy, thanks for that. Uh I don't know, we could order a pizza?"
"That's boring." I reply, "Let's go out to dinner, and we can catch a movie afterwards, of your choice of course."
You pull your sunglasses to your nose and stare at me for a few moments, "Fine."
"Okay", I smile, "I'm going to run home shower and get dressed, think you can be ready in an hour?"
"No, but, you can just let yourself in and I'll be down."
"Yea, it's gonna take extra long cause you're gonna have to shower right?" I smile.
Once again your sunglasses drop down to your nose, "And what is that supposed to mean?"
With that I reach down, pull you into my arms, and make my way to the pool. "PUT ME DOWN TROY." You yell as you struggle from my grasp, "THIS SWIMSUIT WAS NOT MADE FOR WATER"
"Now that's just a lie" I reply, "What kind of bathing suit isn't made for water?"
"I'll kill you if you take one more step." You warn as you stare intensely into my eyes.
"Well when you put it like that" I begin as I start to put you down, "I'll take my chances, THE SLAVE REBELLS!" I yell, as I scoop you up and jump into the water with you in my arms.
"I hate you."
"No you don't, I can't help it you were just way to hot up there." I smile.
"Now do both of us a favor and lets cut off this awkward moment before it hits." You began.
"And telling me your bathing suit isn't for water, good try" I began as I grab you and push you into the air, "like that was gonna fool…" I get an eye full, as I begin to see what you mean; your once white bathing suit is now all but transparent.
"I'll get you a towel." I offer as I try not to stare.
"I hate you." You grit through your teeth as I hand you a towel.
"Yea, um…this is kinda awkward, I'll go so you can get out. Um, I'll pick you up at 7. Sorry, I uh didn't see anything…not that I wouldn't want to, I mean you know…uh?"
"LEAVE."
"Right." I quickly gather my clothes and ride my bike home to take a shower. Hopefully that boneheaded move doesn't ruin our night.
"How was your day?" my mom asks as I walk into the house still dripping wet.
"Perfectly until 5 minutes ago, who knew that some bathing suits weren't supposed to get wet? They should teach you these things."
"Oh, oh I see." My mom begins to blush.
"No, no mom you don't see. Great this is even more awkward than before, I didn't see anything, I promise, I didn't look, I didn't."
"Why don't you go take a shower, Troy." My dad offers from the next room.
And with that I take off up the stairs and head straight into my bathroom. I hop into the shower and let the hot water rinse away the embarrassing moment. "Damn" I say to myself "She's going to think I'm such a perv." I shake away those thoughts and start to dry off, it was a little funny, I eventually admit to myself. I head into my room and try to pick out something decent to wear. I decide on a pair of dark jeans, a black blouse, and my white converses. I spray on some Axe and check out my eye. Still bruised, I shrug. I rub the towel through my hair trying to get the access water out, run my fingers through it and check out the mirror. Not bad, I think as I roll up my sleeves. I grab my wallet, and make my way down the stairs, mentally preparing myself for the beg for the car.
"Mom, Dad, do you think it would be cool if I take the car tonight? I know I'm banned from it because of the fight, but Sharpay drives everywhere, not that I mind being seen in the pink thing all over town. But, like throw a guy a bone ya know?" I exhale, hoping they read between the lines without calling me out on my obvious desire to impress a certain someone.
"Take the Durango." My mom smiles.
"Wow that was easier than I thought." I grin as I run over to grab the keys. "When should I have it back?"
"Whenever" my dad offers, "We trust you two."
"Wow, nice, okay, um thanks."
"Do you need cash?" my dad presses.
"No, I'm good. Are you two okay? This feels like the twilight zone."
"We're just happy for you, that's all."
"Happy for me?"
"And Sharpay, of course, although she could probably do better." My dad grins
"She's not my girlfriend, we're just friends."
"Sure." They both reply in unison. "Drive safe."
I shake my head as I walk to the car and take off towards your house. I pull into the driveway and let myself in, figuring you're still getting ready.
"I'm here." I yell up the stairs, "And I'm really sorry about before, I really thought that was just a line." I offer as I rub the back of my head.
"Don't worry about it." Your voice breaks through the house, "I'll be down in a second, where are we going?"
"Well, I was hoping you'd let me surprise you, but since its kinda your day if you want to pick you can."
"I love surprises." You smile as you appear at the top of the stairs, "Fabulous" I reply.
"You look great." I smile as you make your way down the stairs wearing jean shorts, heals, and this tight, loose tank top combo that looks awesome, your hair is down and with loose curls.
"Shall we?" I smile as I offer my arm.
"Sure, let me just grab my keys."
"No, need." I smile as I shake my car keys, "I've got us tonight."
"Look at you pulling out the stops." You tease as I open the car door for you.
"Well, this is my final attempt to get back in your good graces. Gotta do it right ya know?"
The drive is relatively quiet as I drive us through the streets of our town until I arrive out our destination, "Think this will do?" I ask as I motion to the small Italian restaurant, Ricardo's.
"Split a pizza?" I ask as we sit down.
"I thought you said pizza was boring." You grin
"Ah it's not so bad; I just thought it would be nice to do something."
You offer me a smile as I move my hand towards yours.
"Hope I'm not interrupting." A voice causes you to pull your hand away from mine.
"Kyle."
And that was the beginning of the end of a perfectly good evening.
AN- sorry. College is all consuming. I own nothing, by the way.