Chapter 4

"Would you like to go on a date with me?" I guess I was wrong then. Maybe he did like me. God knows why. I could hear his shallow breathing through the receiver, waiting for me to give him an answer. Was it possible for someone's breathing to sound sexy? If it wasn't, Shane proved that wrong.

"It depends." I settled on.

"What does it depend on?"

"What time we get back, because I'm working for ten hours the next day." I hated having two obs. It really sucked.

"I promise you we'd be back by eleven at the latest."

"Where would we go?"

"Can I not keep that a secret? I want to surprise you."

"Okay, but considering I've lived here for four years, I could have suggested somewhere."

"Oh no, I have somewhere already picked out."

"As long as it isn't the diner."

"Oh no, it isn't the diner, don't worry. It's much better than the diner though the diner is pretty awesome."

"Is that why you come in every day, or is there another reason?" I was fishing now. But I'd take all the compliments I could get.

"Hmm, maybe I go in there for my daily conversations with a certain waitress, who goes by the name of Mitchie."

"Wow, I don't think I've met her. What's she like?" Yes, definitely fishing and he knew that. Hopefully he would play along though.

"Oh, she's pretty darn amazing." I felt my heart jump. No one had ever said that about me. "She's got the prettiest eyes, the most wonderful smile and has legs to die for." I blushed even though he wasn't in the room. When did he see my legs?

"When did you see my legs?"

"Last night, you were wearing a nice, short skirt and it showed just the right amount of thigh. And even though this girl has an awful past, which she's gradually telling me about, she's still awesome." I sighed beatifically.

"Sounds like you like this girl." Okay, where the hell did that come from? I never usually had the confidence to say something like that.

"Oh, I do, I'm just not sure whether the feelings are returned." He liked me back! He actually liked me. Now, what was I going to say back? I mean, he must know that I like him a little bit since I agreed to a date with him. I paused, trying to figure out what to say. I heard his sexy breathing again. My breathing hitched just so I could hear him properly.

"The feelings are returned." I stated.

"They are?" He asked, as if he was shocked that someone would like him. So much for Shane Gray having an ego.

"Yeah," I muttered abashedly. I wasn't one for admitting my feelings. The last time I did that, I ended u crying in a toilet for four hours.

"I did not see that coming." He said eventually, after a long pause.

"Why?"

"Because I didn't think I was your type. And I thought that I just annoyed you."

"Not at all. I like the fact that you're actually trying to get to know me, no matter what I do to try and put you off. I like that you care that much. And you are my type."

"What makes me your type? I thought that the fact that I drink would put you off me completely." Oh, so it was his turn to fish now.

"It's made me cautious, but you haven't done anything in front of me, so I have no reason to be put off. What makes you my type? Well, first off, I love a guy with good hair. He has to have a nice smile, and a laugh which changes tone; I hate monotonous laughs. Pretty eyes are a must. He has to have a good fashion sense, whether he's aware of it or not."

"So far, so good." He said.

"And finally, I always have a weak spot for musicians. So basically, I just described you."

"Yes, you did. Although, with the fashion sense thing, I just throw on whatever I can find." I highly doubted that. He probably had someone co-ordinate his wardrobe. Okay, I'm joking. "I don't really have a type." Did he really mean that as it sounded? Did that mean he was easy or something? "Hang on; what I mean to say is that there isn't a certain type of woman I go for. All my past girlfriends are all different. They don't really have a common feature. I guess I'm still experimenting." So was I just an experiment? "But I don't mean that you're an experiment, because you're not."

"Way to dig yourself out of a hole. I would love to continue flirting with you, but I'm exhausted. So I will see you tomorrow. Oh, where are we meeting up, and at what time?"

"What's your address?"

"I live in the apartments above the diner. Just ask someone to show you the way up. I'm in number three."

"Okay, I'll pick you up at six then."

"Alright, bye Shane."

"Night Mitchie."

Did I just spend a whole phone call flirting with Shane Gray? And I told him I liked him. Why did I do that? I still wasn't sure about him, even after the conversation I'd had with Nicole. I just didn't know if I could put my trust in his. I was still a bit careful about everything after all the stuff that had happened in my teenage year. All I could think was 'he's just like dad'.

I still called him dad, unlike mother. Maybe it was because I was closer to him before it all blew up. What was it with everyone in my life drinking? Oh well, it's definitely put me off for life.

I crawled out of bed, before looking at my clock. It was two in the afternoon. Christ, that's what I get for working six-nine hour shifts for four days in a row. I had four hours to get ready for tonight. I didn't even know what I was supposed to wear. Should I wear something smart? Or would that look like I was trying too hard? But then, what if we went to somewhere posh? I would look like a freak. I guess if I wore something casual but dressed it up that could work. So, I'd say my white skinny jeans and a top of some sort. And I was going to wear my converse, because I didn't feel like wearing heels.

I raided my closet for a while before deciding that I didn't have a top to wear. All I had was band t-shirts. Then I saw a sparkle at the bottom of the closet. I picked up the garment and recognised it immediately. It was one of my more modest pieces from the earlier period of my second career. It was perfect. It was a black, sparkly vest-type thing. It was low cut, but not too low cut. It definitely glammed up my very casual outfit.

By five-thirty I was ready. My hair was curled elegantly, and my make-up was natural, as I had thirty minutes I had to think of something to do. I went to my bedroom and dug my guitar out from its hiding place, under my bed.

I sat on my couch with the guitar on my lap. I began to play one of my old songs before transitioning into a new melody. I made up some lyrics on the spot. Most of them were stupid. Apart from the line 'Scared to fall, but I'm not afraid to leap'. I wrote down the lyrics on the first piece of paper I could find. I also wrote down the chord progression.

My door bell rang, so I placed my guitar against the couch. I walked to the door and opened it. Shane stood there in an outfit almost identical to mine. He had the white skinny jeans, and the converse. The only different was that instead of a sparkly vest, he had a black dress shirt on.

I laughed as soon as I noticed. He frowned and then realised what I was laughing at. He chortled along with me.

"God, we look like a married couple who've been together so long that they're turning into each other." He said through his giggling.

"Yeah, give me a minute; I need to get my purse. You can come in if you want, but I warn you that you might catch a disease." I walked to my bedroom.

I returned to see him examining my guitar and the piece of paper with my small composition on it. I paused before taking a quick breath. He heard me and turned his head towards me with a smile.

"I didn't know you were a musician."

"I'm not, it's just a hobby."

"Whatever you say. I just thought that I'd tell you that this progression is genius."

"Hardly."

"What did I say about my lying habits?" I rolled my eyes at him. "Anyways, we should go. I have reservations at six-fifteen and it's already five past."

"Shit, we're going to be late."

"Nah, we'll be fine. And anyway, I'm Shane Gray."

"That won't work in Vegas Mr Gray."

"Let's go then, shall we?" He stuck his arm out for me to take.

"We shall." I placed my arm on his and headed out of my apartment. "Where are we going anyway?"

"You'll find out soon enough."

AN: I'm not keen on this chapter. But I was stuck for ideas for this. Next chapter is... the date! Woo. Anyways, my family is here from Vietnam, so I must go hang out with them. Thanks for the 21 reviews. I don't expect so many for this chapter, because quite frankly, it was shit. R&R