Kay peeps, long chapter. Really, long, chapter. Please read, and REVIEW! *in a squeeky voice * Pretty please?
Oh, songs of motivation
No matter what/Papa Roach
Meet you on the other side/Evanescence
The song im using is Oceans by evanescence. Why don't I use my own songs...I don't know. To lazy I guess.
Oh, just to really unleash my inner nerd, I drew a pic of Bea and Jade, also, please don't be offened if Bae is not to your like, keep in mind, he is in his late twenties in my story, and it is hard to envision someone older. Also, being the avatar space is so tiny, the details I put in do the picture so much justice, sadley, you can't see it in the avatar. :(
She looked out into the crowd; the lights were so bright, blocking everyone's faces. She could hear them, their muffled noises underneath the sounds from her band mates, the clinking of glasses, trays and footsteps. She was so nervous, but so excited at the same time. After all the visions, after all the time spent dwelling, wondering, and contemplating…she wrote it.
The crowd hushed, she could feel their unseen eyes on her. She walked up to the mike, taking in a relaxing breath, she grasped the standing microphone.
"hi everyone…I wrote this, lets just say iv'e been inspired the last 2 weeks. I hope you like it. Behind her, a piano introduced a beautiful slow, haunting melody. Then the violin. She began to sing. So many things running through her mind, yet she flawlessly remembered her words without a hesitation.
Don't wanna be the one to walk away
But I can't bear the thought of one more day
I think I finally understand what it means to be lost
The womans voice drew over the man in the entrance of the ball room, he stopped chatting with his friend when he heard her, so drawn to the figure on the stage, like a moth to the flame.
"Is that her? Could it be?" Evan looked over to the stage to confirm his thoughts. Ii was her, more mesmerizing than ever, her hair loosely all over, wearing the most enticing get up. He noticed her beautiful red, strapless, hip length corset, so many small intricate patterns of black. Over her very flattering to her figure, leather pants, tucked into those boots she seemed to always walk in. Her face…with that smoky eye makeup over her entrancing, unique eyes, and red, almost burgundy lips, she looked like a dark, fallen angel. He couldn't handle the sight before him. He nearly lost it when he heard her continue. Her voice seemed to hold power over him.
Can't find the road to lead us out of this,
A million miles from where we burned the bridge
Can't keep pretending that every thing's gonna be alright…
With the whole world falling down on me…"
Her high alto voice rang out so flawlessly. But what was she singing about, he didn't understand. He observed the way she stood, singing with so much emotion. It seemed as if she was telling a story, with words between those lines.
Cross the oceans in my mind
Find the strength to say goodbye
In the end you never can
Wash the blood from your hands…
Blood? Was she singing about a murderer who didn't know the extent of what damage they done…was she running away from them?
Falling so far from where we were before
You'll never find what you've been searching for
Something to fill the void and
Make up for all of those missing pieces of you…"
Her tone sounded of "I told you so," what was she exactly thinking of?"
Like I could only dream to do
Cross the oceans in my mind
Find the strength to say goodbye
Everything we believed in was a lie
After that, he knew she was singing of someone close, but so far away, as if she was scorned.
Cross the oceans in your mind
Find a way to to blur the line
In the end you never can
Wash the blood from your hands
Evan felt dejavu, as if he's heard her sing before…he dreamt of it once, but brushed it off for the fact he felt compelled to think of her almost every day the last month, as if he wasn't whole until she crossed his mind.
Oh, we never learn
So we fall down again
Hurt me, hurt me
Find your way to dream within this nightmare…" She closed her eyes as she sang the last line, as if it pained her so much on the inside. Then she opened up her eyes, staring so blankly at the audience, taking it all in, the excitement, environment, the anxiety, her adrenaline.
Cross the oceans in my mind
Find the strength to say goodbye
Everything we believed in was a lie
Cross the oceans in your mind
Find a way to to blur the line
In the end you never can
Wash the blood from your hands… She simply smiled. People clapped before her, as she smiled victoriously. He simply stood there dumbfounded, feeling so small, to the strong aura she created. That's when he realized how much he really wanted her…no, needed her.
He watched in admiration as she turned around, hugging all of her band mates, smiling sincerely at them, her drummer, a short black haired girl with a piecing in every possible place on her head, wearing a plaid dress, then going to embrace the spiky black haired boy, the guitarist, wearing what appeared to be a ripped vest on top of a white t-shirt and jeans, after that, her violinist, a tall blond headed girl in a classy black dress, wearing to much dark make-up for her very pale complexion, lastly, her lead guitarist, a heavy set, long haired boy, in all black, his bondage pants jingled from the chains as he strode over to her to share their victory.
Evan never realized until now, how rewarding it was to her to be with these younger people, and she was right, music can bring anyone together. He witnessed it with his very own eyes.
It was now or never, he felt so compelled to be near her, he couldn't understand the emotion he experienced at the moment, obsession, infatuation, in awe, love?
He watched her carefully descend off the steep steps off the stage. He gave it his all to move through the crowd to get to her.
Searching after making his way through the droves of people, he saw her at the table with the rest of the band. He took a breath before walking over, before he could tap on her shoulder, the girl with the facial piercings looked at him.
"Jade…your groupies here," she teased. Evan wasn't sure how to handle that statement. All he could do was simply smile.
Jade turned around, expecting to see a lonely, drunk old man…it diffidently wasn't what she envisioned, standing behind her was a very handsome, timed, sober, man, about her age…Evan!
As easy as it was for her to be on stage, it was hard for her to speak to him, and he was only one person!
She smiled at him with curiosity in her eyes. Here's my chance, I can't fail, I now have the opportunity to prove im crazy…I can see it now, Hi Evan, do you dream of being my true love battling monsters and running away from Rumplestiltskin in an enchanted forest?" She nearly laughed at her sarcastic thought.
"Hey um, Jade, are you busy at the moment?" She looked up at him, observing those begging puppy dog eyes.
"No…are you here with anybody," she tried yelling over the noise.
He looked over at his two buddies, chatting with two women they just met. He shook his head in disappointment.
"Seriously, how in hell does every man in town manage to get a woman's attention but me?" He looked over back at Jade. He had to try, she finally was giving him a chance!
"No, would you want to go somewhere quieter…diner maybe?" She nodded her head in agreement. She said good-bye to her band mates one last time.
Evan lightly grabbed her wrist, helping her through the crowd. He felt victorious as he saw all the jealous stares of the other men in the bar, knowing he got first dibs on the beautiful lead singer.
As soon as they hit outside, Jade took a nice inhale of the mid-summer night air. Evan still didn't know what to say, he was too enthralled in the moment that he had a woman like her, in that get up, looking like a rock star, at his side.
"DAMNIT MAN…QUIT LOOKING LIKE A MORAN AND SAY SOMETHING…ANYTHING!" He looked over at her, hoping she didn't notice how red his cheeks were, or how he was shaking.
"Eh…heh…yeah, n-nice night out, huh?" He wanted to kick himself when Jade laughed. She linked her arm in his, it felt so right to do it. She wasn't sure why.
"Yeah, I couldn't ask for a better night…performance went well, my band is happy, my clothes fit ok…long story." She looked at him and giggled again. She didn't feel anything of the sort, when it came to love, but it was something nice she was feeling.
"Oh, and a sweet boy asks to hang out with me", she playfully said. Evan felt like his legs were drenched in a pool of cement, him struggling to walk. How on earth is she so laid back? Im more stiff then…ugh, I can't even think straight!"
"COME ON, BUCK UP YOUR FREAKING COWARD!" That voice was back, that mean voice of his, the mental nuisance.
"Oh shit!" Jade exclaimed the profanity as she stumbled. Evan swooped down and caught her in his strong arms, effortlessly lifting her back up into place. She still stood there, looking at him, her arms interlaced with his.
"Evan…i'm sorry, I seem too had got my heel wedged in the crack of the side walk….thanks. Now if you just could stay like that, I can-" She wriggled abit, successfully pulling her heel out of the crack.
"EH! There we go." She laughed at herself as she got out of his hold.
"You very quick Evan, good reflexes, like a hunter almost."
His felt the color drain from his face. Such a random character to use, being he dreamt of being one his whole life… Must be an odd coincidence," he thought.
She now observed her stride, making sure it didn't happen again.
"Oh my, as much as I wear boots, I barely stumble. It becomes second nature, you know? When you wear higher heels for so long. I probably will regret it when im older, my back will pay."
"Oh my gosh Jade, seriously? You have to mumble like an idiot? What is with you? Keep this in mind, 1. He's hot, 2. He is so nice. 3. He is not a creep, what you usually attract, and 4…he is HOT!" Jades inner voice screamed at her.
He still couldn't say anything, he tried to even mouth out words…nothing would come out. Then he finally managed to say something.
"You…you look so pretty Jade, I…I-" he trailed off, feeling more humiliated by each second lapsing by. Jade stopped, he did the same. She stood in front of him, giving his a reassuring look.
"Evan, are you nervous?" Subtly, she rubbed his arm, trying to hide a satisfied grin feeling his hard, chiseled muscle underneath his sleeve.
"Well, it's just that, I hardly ever talk to women."
"Don't be afraid of me…I don't bite. Unless you want me to!" He was startled by her last remark, then realized she was joking.
"Oh…eh, heh, hahaha." All he could manage to do was laugh.
"Oh, come on now Evan, where almost there." She went beside him, playfully nudging him in the arm to move forward, leading them three doors down to the diner.
Ruby greeted them at the door, smirking when she saw the mismatched couple…"the dull man in jeans and a black sweater and the rocker chic." They got ever more startled stares from the crowd, Granny behind the counter, two random guys in the corner drinking coffee, a red haired girl in a green top, and the one she would not even want to see…Regina Mills, sitting across a man with a darker hue of skin, dressed to the nines in a suit and hat, appearing to be a reporter.
"Oh, this is so awkward, I can see it now, the Music teacher that became a prostitute, on the front page of the paper" She didn't realize how bold her stage outfit was until she came into this cushy diner.
Ruby led them to a both by the window. She smiled at Jade, and then went to Evan.
"Hey Ev's… the usual," Ruby asked. He shook his head positively and smiled. Jade found it adorable how he portrayed a timid little child at the moment, eyes wide, and shoulders sunk in. But then she felt so bad for him, the poor guy, he was to shy.
Ruby looked back at Jade.
"Oh, I will take a black coffee." Ruby nodded as she went to complete their order.
"Nice to know I'm not the only scantily clad chic in this place…" the waitress thought to herself.
Jade realized how different she felt around him, as if he was someone she's known for years, feeling so at ease Never has she felt so conferrable and safe around anyone like him. How could she just instantly take to someone?
Jade gave Evan a teasing look.
"Ev's, that your name here eh?" He laughed.
"Yes," I've been here that long. Somehow…I can manage to get my order placed, without even a word!" He smiled. Now he was starting to feel at ease.
"Tell me Jade…what made you move out here?" She leaned in closer, feeling so compelled to be near him.
"I got tired of the city scene, had a fall out with a fiancé. There was too much…out there to remind me of him. I needed a new start, so, I packed what I had, my guitar, clothes, shoes, jewelry, books, savings, and moved out here. It was so strange, once I saw that sign "Welcome to Storybrooke," I just had to live here. I did pass the sign, but then, I had to, it felt like an instinct, to make a u turn, and come here. I got settled in pretty quickly. I'll have to say, the real estate company in this town, they get things done. I had a house in the matter of a month."
"Does it happen to be the black one, with the reddish trim, and the fish for the mailbox?" Her eyes lit up.
"Yes, it is! How did you know?" Evan shuffled himself to be more comfortable.
"Oh, I know the realtor; people thought your house was haunted."
"Huh…aint that something? Nope, just me, perhaps a goldfish in the near future, but just me."
Evan chuckled at her reply. There was an awkward silence between them. Saved by the waitress. Ruby came by with their order. She winked at him as she walked away, and not so much of a friendly stare towards Jade. Jade came up with a crazy theory.
"Um, do know her more than just as a waitress, I'm getting this vibe." Evan tried to hide his awkwardness from what he was about to say.
"Yeah, we went on a few dates. Let's just say…were not compatible."
"Oh…I see."
"Tell me Jade, was there a reason you left your fiancé behind? I am sorry if i'm being to forward, but your just so…I don't know…perfect. I couldn't see why?" She took a sip of her coffee, then setting it back down on the table.
"No…your not. See, I was just never in love with him. No matter how hard I tried, no matter how much I tried to see the light in him, I just couldn't…love." She looked down at her cup.
"Actually, it made me, down right miserable," she confessed. Even suddenly got the courage to do something he would have never done.
He sat up straight, looking her straight in the eyes.
"Love is a strange thing, you think it have it from someone, then it disappears," he mentioned.
He thought about his parents, his adoptive parents. They had good intentions, but never gave him the attention a child or teen that felt so alone growing up, deserved. He thought about Mr. Gold, how he would come bug that man on a daily basis, it was the best thing he had to a father figure. Even though Mr. Gold was rough, and calloused, with a hard to deal with cold personality, Evan seemed to understand that pawnbroker, always learning a break though, looking up to him, wishing he was his real father. His real parents were dead, he knew it. All he had now was Mr. Gold.
"Must have been nice to even have the experience in order to know what you lost," she recited. She looked down at his hands slightly folding atop of each other on the surface. His hands even looked the same in her dreams. The most vivid memory of his hands was when he slid the engagement ring on her finger.
Looking up at him with mischief in her eyes, she asked him.
"So Evan, let me ask you a personal question." He smiled, looking curious.
"Why don't you have someone, your perfect, why, you're so sweet, you're very handsome, and you're sane, a big plus in my book" He laughed softly.
"I…just never found someone worthy of falling hard for." He looked at her, that pleading look again, like there was context she was supposed to understand.
"Makes me wonder if I have to wait, you know?"
"Yes, she agreed."
"That's the thing Jade, I know where meant to be together, I can feel it, you can't keep running through my head like this, all day, and all night making me feel so weak," he thought with agony as he watched her. She haunted his dreams, and plagued his thoughts during the day.
"Good luck dude, as usual, your Uncle has his claws in her, like every other chic in this town."
Evan tried not to furrow his brow in annoyance at the thought.
"Really, seriously, how is it even possible…the guy can't even walk right and he's 45!" He went back to smiling after arguing with his not so helpful inner voice.
After Jade finished her coffee, she started to yawn.
"As much as I enjoy being here at the moment…would you mind walking me home? I am so exhausted. Standing and performing in front of all those people, it sucks the energy out of you, I just don't seem to have it in me."
In agreement, he nodded his head.
"If you like, we can continue at my home, if you will tolerate my roommate, the ghost," she joked.
"Sounds like a plan," Evan replied. Jade attempted to pull out a ten dollar bill when Even beat her to it, placing two fives on the table.
"I asked you, I pay for it," he grinned.
"Such the gentleman, thank you." They left the diner.
While they walked, he just observed her; how she took in all the things around her, briefly closing her eyes, enjoying the wind blow through her hair, breathing in the fresh air. It seemed as if she preferred being outdoors more than anything else.
"Oh…actually, I have a spontaneous idea," she suggested. Her turned to her, smiling, brow raised.
"And what would that be?"
"Why don't we go in that gazebo over there in the park, no one's around, the night is so beautiful, I would hate to waste the weather, sitting in my house."
"Sure, I wouldn't mind," he replied. "But…didn't you say you were tired, Jade?" She chuckled.
"Yeah…but I think the coffee is kicking in."
After they entered the gazebo, they stood before the big bench in the middle. Even jokingly bowed to her slightly, waving to the bench.
"Your throne, your highness," he mocked. Jade let out a big laugh.
"Why thank you," she playfully said. Even then sat down beside her, purposely created a foot of room between them. He didn't want to overstep their boundaries, as much as he wanted to.
She wouldn't have it. She scooted as close to him as she could get. A jolt ran through him as soon as they made contact.
"Don't be so scared of lil o'l me." She nudged him playfully in the shoulder.
"It's hard to, your very friendly," he joked. Jade turned to him, looking at him with concern. He could see the gold and violet flecks in her eyes flickering from the moon light.
"Evan…I really regret I didn't have coffee with you that day. I'm sorry, but I honestly was busy. I, I hope it didn't make you feel small that someone turned you down."
He wanted to tell her how belittled he felt with her answer that day, to show her how much she really mattered to him. How, what he felt for her was more than a small infatuation. But he assumed he was pushing himself enough.
"No…don't worry about it. I usually go there every day. But it's nice to know you worried about me," he grinned.
She played with his sleeve, he found it so amusing.
"Evan...I feel so laid back around you. I don't want to come off as a oddball, but, I just never felt at ease around someone so quickly before. Do people often tell you that?"
He leaned back into the frame.
"No, but it's nice to know, nice to hear it from you," he said to her. Evan noticed Jade was a bit twitchy. Maybe he shouldn't have asked for shots of espresso in their coffee.
"Are you…twitching?" Jade laughed at his question.
"Yeah…that coffee is strong!" She now seemed to be giddy.
She grabbed his hand, turning it up.
"You know Evan, I can read palms." He looked at her interested, and amused at how silly she was.
"Oh really?"
"Yep, I'd do it for you now, but it's to dark. Darn." Continuing to play with his hand, she asked him a question.
"Tell me Evan, do you believe in dreams…or fairytales?" He was thrown off at her random question.
"Fairytales…no. But dreams, they provoke my interest. Why do you ask?"
"Well…do you believe when you dream, your sub conscience is trying to tell you something?"
"When you put it that way, I guess it could be." He answered. Jade couldn't stop the ticks and jitters. "What on earth was in that coffee?" Still twitching, she managed to give him a somewhat serious look.
"I don't mean to be a odd ball, and I'm not hitting on you-" before she could continue, he felt a pang of hurt, he wanted to be hit on by her. Why couldn't she see me in that light? His disappointment melted away when she continued where she left off.
"See, ever since I met you at the shop…you have been appearing in my dreams...a lot." She let out a small laugh, to ease away the awkward feeling in her stomach. That provoked him to lean in a little closer to her.
"I don't find you a oddball, it's not often I hear a pretty woman telling me I am in her dreams…please, go on," he said, seeming eager to hear more.
"Please, go on?" I am hanging around him too much, he realized, thinking of Mr. Gold and realizing how often he found himself speaking like him.
"Well, here's the kicker, we seem to be in a different world, time, in the past maybe? But, I am sure we are in a place where magic exists…to be honest…I like it," Jade stated.
"In these dreams, you are a-" she trailed off.
"Hunter," he confirmed, filling in the blank. She looked up at him.
"Yeah…how did you figure that out…but then, I have a vivid moment of you warning, no, more like commanding me to stay away from this evil being, whom, in a odd way iv'e grown close to. The twist is…he's your father!" Jade looked back down at her feet.
"Did he sort of have, rough skin, very dark brown eyes, cladded in the most unique leather coats, boots, crazy, curly hair? He looks like something you'd see in a nightmare of a child's mind? In my head, he has a huge thing for making-" Jade looked back up, surprised this time.
"Deals," completing his sentence. "Yes! I couldn't describe him any better," she flatly said, to stunned to even show any remote expression. Feeling this mental guard down, slipping away, he placed his hand on top of hers, smiling, his brow raised, trying to not laugh at Jades attempt to control herself to quit shaking.
"So…where does that leave us? Not too often, hell, never have I shared dreams with someone," he asked. He was hoping to hear a good conclusion from her.
"I want to mention one more thing, Evan." She tried to compose herself, so nervous at the moment. He wanted to just close his eyes, to relish in how it sounded when his name was pronounced from her lips.
"We…we met in a forest, well, the first time you seemed to save me from a few scary looking creatures. Then, the second time-" He held onto her hand tighter.
"I heard you…singing, that's how I found you."
"Yes, that's right," she agreed.
"We became good friends…then it turned to something more, from what I recall, you gave me the most beautiful ring to wear. It was so unique, so beautiful." He let out a exited breath.
"I dreamt of giving up my best sword, in exchange for this ring. Did you see it as well?"
"No," she said, disappointment in her voice. He tilted her chin up to his, making sure she saw him while he spoke.
"You were the most breathtaking woman iv'e ever seen…you appeared to be my everything. Um…not that your ugly or anything."
Jade laughed at himself digging himself deeper into a hole.
"I just remember, when I first saw you, I was astounded by how you looked, the way you carried yourself, how nothing seemed to throw you off." He felt compelled to kiss her, to see if he could recreate that moment when she let him stay the night at the inn, from his memorie.
"I found myself leaving you for little periods of time, for obligations…I just can't recall from what. You kept telling me I didn't have to go do those obligations, you appeared to be wealthy and wanted to take care of me," he recalled.
"I dreamt that to, Evan."
"Why…are we seeing these things?" A smile slipped her lips, she saw he had one as well. They weren't sure what the next move could be. He leaned in, he didn't care if it went down from here, and he needed to reclaim her, his lost love. She wanted to reclaim him, to show him she needed him.
As their lips were about to make contact, a twig snapped, making the two pull away. They both looked around.
"What was that," he asked. Still looking around, she then stopped when she saw a masked animal scamper across the grass.
"Oh, it's just a raccoon." They laughed.
"By the way Evan, I think this may make me sound like a lunatic, but in my dreams, I had this sword…" His eyes lit up, pulling her in slightly, still giving her space.
"Was it all silver," he asked.
"Yes," she replied.
"Did it have blue sapphires on the handle and the tip?"
"Yes!"
"Was the handle etched in some sort of dark, delicate, elegant pattern?"
"Was he the one to drop my sword off?
"There was something etched on the blade." She asked, trying to see if he knew.
"It said "Jade", he answered. She got up, tugging her with him.
"I need to show you something," was all she managed to say. Her home wasn't very far being she lived on Main street. All they needed to do was walk half block.
He watched her place her key in the lock, twisting it to the right, then hearing a soft "click." Pushing it open, she gestured him to come follow.
He looked around as she led him down the hall in her small Victorian home. He could tell a bachelorette resided her, nothing but appliances, beautiful art, guitars strewn about in every room, some on stands, some on walls, stuffed owls here and there. He stopped when he heard her shuffling a box towards him.
Quickly, she moved the tabs up, revealing something that made him wanted to gasp. It was the sword, the sword in their dreams, in solid form, right before him.
"Holy shit," was all he could manage to say. She sighed as well.
"Yeah," was all she could muster.
He looked at her, then going back to the sword, tempted to touch it.
"How did you get this," he asked
"I…someone left it at my door step about a week back."
"Did you speak with my uncle about this?" She shook her head, confused.
"Yes, he doesn't know a thing about it. I thought it would be his considering it looks like an antique. You know?"
"Well…I hate to be the bearer of bad news…but, we've had that for years, in the shop. It was always tucked away in the back, sometimes next to this chipped cup. Don't know why… he was always so territorial about those two things. He would kill me if I touched either of them….and now it's in your possession? What in hell?"
Jade held onto him. He replied with his arms around her.
"I'm scared Evan… I don't know what's going on, but it's beyond our understanding. I feel your uncle knows something, we don't."
"That's what I wonder." For some unknown reason, he had the urge to call her "Sweet heart."
"Do you…want it? It's beautiful, but, I can't touch it," Jade said, almost disgusted.
"Why," he asked.
"I get these…eh, I can't tell you, you'll think I'm crazy. He looked down at her, his arms still wrapped around her.
"I promise, I wont judge you. If people got a whiff of what just happened with us, they think we are the crazy ones."
"Sadley, true, she agreed.
"Oh, but when I touch that thing, I black out, and a source of what I told you, that I dream, comes to my mind, after I black out."
"Let me try something," Evan said. He quickly let go off her, then he went to pick up the sword. Paranoia swept in, of the thought he would black out. He felt nothing. Maybe it was because the object was meant to be in her possession.
Carefull to not cut himself, he inspected every fine detail.
"Would you want me to do something with it, for you?" A idea popped in her mind.
"Acutally, how good are you, of a handy man?"
"Pretty well…why do you ask," he said.
"I would really appreciate it, if you could nail that thing into my wall. I have some hooks and a hammer here…I do hate keeping such a beautiful thing like that hidden away."
He set in back in the box, turning around to face her.
"no problem, give me the tools and show me the spot." Jade smiled as she walked over to her junk drawer for the hooks, then over to a cabinet, taking out a large tool chest. Evan felt emasculated when he saw all the tools she had stored away, compaired to his collection at him home.
She took out a very expensive looking, top of the line drill, then walked over to him, handing him his supplies.
"Here you are!" She smirked.
After a few minutes, he effortlessly had the sword on the wall. Jade was impressed at his accuracy. Little did she know, he was a full time handyman.
He looked back at her, observing her admiring his work, and the sword. She turned to him, meeting his gaze.
"Oh, thank you, Evan. I feel bad asking someone I just met to do something for me."
"It's no problem, im a sucker when it comes to helping out a pretty girl." He took her hands gently in his.
"Jade…I am going to be a dork now." She was curious to see what would follow a statement like that.
"As you know, there's, the coming of fall…harvest dance, ball, whatever you'd like to call it." Jade couldn't hide her smile, acknowledging how adorable he seemed at the moment, so confused and timed.
"I was wondering if you'd like to come with me."
"As a date," she asked.
"Yeah…if you would like to be," he forced out.
"Sounds like a date," she said so quickly.
"Well then, Jade, I guess I will see you in a couple of days. Do you want me to stop her to pick you up?"
"Yeah, how about 6 pm, it starts at 5:30," she suggested.
"Sounds like a date," he mimicked. He quickly turned, letting his way out of her home, locking the door behind.
Jade fell back on her couch, feeling so happy, excited and satisfied. She felt like she was just asked on a date to the best , single man in town.