Hey everyone! So let's get out of the angst territory! The prompt for this a guy wearing a leather jacket as he leaned off his bar stool at a diner. So why not do a 1950's Edward and Bella right?
Thank you kitchmill! You made this so much better and helped me keep it in the right word count!
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, we all know that.
Saturday nights were sacred to me. I couldn't enjoy the weekend with my strawberry milkshake at the diner. But this Saturday, I was looking forward to a little more than my milkshake.
I took twenty minutes to fix my hair just right and must have smoothed my poodle skirt at least three times before I walked into the diner. My cheeks flushed instantly as I spotted him leaning off his stool at the counter, a cigarette behind his ear and his leather jacket adding to his bad boy image.
Our eyes locked and he licked his lips. The reddening of my cheeks intensified and I shot my gaze down to the floor as I found my normal booth in the back.
My hands shook with excitement as I heard him walk over. We both knew he was going to ask the same question he asked every week, expecting the same answer as always.
He slid across from me and gave me his devilish smile. He was the epitome of bad boy.
My dad hated him.
But I loved him.
"Hey, wanna take a ride with me to the lake?"
I gave him a small smile and a different answer. "Yes."