I just went back and read my story online to see if anything weird happened when I put it up here and realized that there is no line to show the transitions of the days in the first chapter so sorry about that! Another thing i have to say. Thankyou for all the reviews. Irayo FANGLOVER, for speaking Na'vi. It really made my day. I actually ran into my mom's room at 12:37 in the morning to tell her that I wasn't the only one who spoke Na'vi. I woke her up though so then I had to make up an excuse and I was like "I got scared. Sorry!" It REALLY pissed my dad off though. Let's continue.
I called Dylan Monday night so I would sound interested in him, but not eager. See? I think things through. Well, some of the time at least. We talked for a while and I found out a lot about him. He was in his senior year at a different school (which meant he was done in a few months), his dad was arrested before he was born because of murder, and his girlfriend of three years broke up with him a few months back.
My eyes started closing and I realized that it was past midnight. Before I hung up, Dylan asked me out. Can you believe I said yes?
I told everyone at the lunch table about Dylan. Lissa looked happy. Well, the kind of happy that said, "Good, that means you don't have to ever talk to my boyfriend again". Tess, Iggy, and JJ were genuinely happy for me but Sam looked kind of sad. I didn't even see Fang's reaction. He's probably cool with it though.
Iggy got us another gig at the club. You could hardly call us a band but we still learned a few new songs to play including White Liar by Miranda Lambert, Our Song by Taylor Swift, and Amazing Grace by Chris Tomlin. I had to move my date with Dylan to Friday so I could play on Saturday.
"So why did your girlfriend break up with you?" I asked while we waited for dinner to come out to us (we were eating at Chili's). We were getting to know each other even better over dinner and he even offered to pay the bill! He is such a gentleman. Okay, I argued with him for a while about how I could pay for my own food but I eventually gave in. I know. Me, giving in? That almost never happens, but I couldn't help deep, blue eyes . . .
"Well um, we had been dating for three years. So I made a suggestion that we . . . um." He hesitated for obvious reasons.
"Right." I told him, saying that I understood and he didn't have to say it. I didn't like it though, it seemed like I was going out with one of those sexist people.
"I wasn't going to force her into anything," he said quickly, "I was just wondering if she was ready. But she flipped out and told me that she never wanted to see my face again. It hurt, you know? If she didn't wanna do anything, she didn't have to." He let out a sigh and I placed my hand over his.
"I'm sorry." I felt more like a friend than a girlfriend right now since we were talking about his ex. Once our food came, I ate rather quickly. I just get hungry so quickly. I tried not to act like a slob in front of Dylan though. I didn't want him breaking up with me if I had ranch dripping down my chin. He ordered the Molten Lava Cake for our desert. My eyes were probably bigger than the plate and manners didn't matter to me after I took the first bite. We devoured that thing. Dylan laughed when I sat back and rested my hand on my stomach, and then we were in his car and on the way home in no time.
Dylan pulled his car into my driveway and when I started to get out, he started to get out too.
"What are you doing?" I asked a little panicky.
"Well, I can't see your front door so I was going to walk you up to it and make sure you get inside before I leave." He explained.
"Oh. Right. Okay." I took a big gulp as I closed the passenger seat door. Dylan took a hold of my hand as we walked up to the front door. "Okay. Well, I'm here. Thanks for dinner. I had a great time. Bye." Except for it came out as, "KaywellI'." I think you can tell I was nervous. Why? You may ask. Well, because he might possibly kiss me! I know it sounds a little crazy right now but it'll kind of make more sense later on. To my horror Dylan started leaning in toward me. I bit my lip and squeezed my eyes shut, hoping that it would be over soon. I peeked out of one eye, not being able to wait any longer, and saw that Dylan was still leaning in toward me. I opened my eyes all the way and rolled them. This kiss was taking longer than the one in Twilight. Ella forced me to see it and I swear, I could have used the bathroom and gotten back before their lips met. Seriously.
I pulled my hand out of his which made him open his eyes and look at me all upset-like.
"I'm sorry, I just can't do it." I admitted. "I had a great time with you and thank you for paying for dinner, but I'm not ready to move on yet. Goodnight." With that, I turned around and walked inside, leaving Dylan alone in the night with only the porch lamp to guide the way back to his car.
I knew Dylan was working Saturday morning so I stopped by before going to the club to practice. When I walked in to the store, Dylan looked up from the cash register and gave me a small wave and a small smile. I walked up to him nervously, with my hands slightly in my front pockets. I apologized again and then asked an important question.
"What happened last night, are you going to take away the discount because of it? I mean, it still means a lot to my friend and I really am sorry about-"
"It's fine." He cut in. "And yes, you can still have the discount. Like I said before, I'm not gonna rush anybody into anything they don't wanna do."
"Thanks. So, do you guys take checks?" I pulled one my mom wrote for 600, just in case he was okay with what happened, and waved it around.
"Why yes, we do." He took it from me and slipped it into the cash register and then grabbed a step stool from underneath the counter. Once he got the guitar down from the wall, he handed it to me. "I need you to hold that while I go get its case from the back."
"Okay." I looked at the shiny black guitar in my hands, turning it this way and that, seeing it catch the light. I could practically feel the power of the guitar coursing through my fingers and up my arms. I could definitely see what Fang loved about it. When Dylan came out with the case, I gently lay the guitar inside and noticed a pocket on the lid. In it was four picks, extra guitar strings in case his broke, and a connection cord to hook in to an amplifier made just for his guitar. I placed them back inside and closed the lid. I picked up the case, thanked Dylan, and made my way back to my car. I set the guitar in the trunk so Fang wouldn't see it when I got to the club. I hoped he would like it. And I hoped he would still teach me guitar with his old one. I just had to wait four months until either of those could happen.
"So, how'd it go?" Fang asked quietly as he tuned his guitar. The others were on the little "stage", that was only two feet higher than the actual ground, while Fang and I were sitting at one of the seven small round tables.
"It was pretty good until he tried walking me to the door." I complained.
"Let me guess. A goodnight kiss?"
"Of course!" I stage-whispered. "It was horrible. I've just . . . I've never." I paused for a second. "Promise me you won't tell anyone."
"Okay. I promise."
"Well, I've never kissed anyone before. There, I said it." I glanced at Fang and he actually looked . . . surprised. "Are you gonna say something, or do you like sitting there and looking like you just got hit by a car?"
"Haven't you had boyfriends before?"
"Yes."
"And they haven't tried to kiss you?"
"No, they have. I just wouldn't let them. I want my first kiss to be with someone I know and trust, not with someone that I had just met. It means less to me if it's just gonna be a week-long boyfriend or something."
"Guys!" Iggy called. "Are we gonna practice or what?"
"Yeah. We're coming." I yelled back. We got up on the stage with the others and ran through all of our songs twice to do sound checks. Well, that was the plan. But after we ate lunch, there were still things we had to fix with the sound before the show tonight. Before I knew it, it was starting to get dark outside. We ate dinner so we would be ready to start in and hour when more people would be there.
Once enough people were there, we played the first four songs we ever learned, plus the three new ones. I loved singing in front of everybody. It was like a thrill ride. But it wasn't the only thrill that was going to happen to the band tonight.
I would really love some reviews. It is 3:43 AM right now. I just wanted to get this chapter done before I leave for Tampa in the morning. So I'm about to go to bed now. My mom thinks I'm sleeping :p. Tell me what you honestly think, even if it's mean. Oh! And if you speak ANY amount of Na'vi, please put it in your review so I feel more sane. It doesn't even have to match your review. Thanks! :D