3 reviews! Please review as it makes me happy! Thanks for the messages, Ruby Smith!
Chapter 5 – I Should Have Known Better
I wandered down the street. I didn't know what I was doing. I had just stormed out on Mum and Max had just stormed out on me. I decided to try and find Max. He couldn't have gone far. I walked around the circular street that surrounded our block. I did another lap, but this time I found a very cute looking boy sitting on the green electricity box two doors down from my house.
"Max…" I approached him, "Max, I'm really-."
"Just leave me alone please, Sadie," he cut me off. He stood up and started walking away without even looking at me.
"Max, look at me!" I grabbed his arm and practically forced him to look at me, "What's the matter? Why does it matter so much that I told you it was too early for a relationship?"
He stormed off in the other direction. I followed him.
"Why are you walking with me?" he asked in annoyance.
"Please, Max, I want to know why it's such a big deal. I'm struggling to come to terms with the fact that someone likes me this much."
He looked like he couldn't believe it.
"You really can't come to terms with it?" he asked incredulously.
"No, I seriously can't! I'm not pretty or extraordinary, I'm average!"
He sighed, stopped walking and turned to face me.
"It's a huge deal to me because it's my biggest fear," he finally confessed.
"What?" I didn't understand.
"I always knew that, as soon as I saw her, I'd know who my perfect girlfriend would be. I'd always feared being rejected by that girl because I knew that I'd never be able to find another girl like her."
"And I'm that girl?"
He nodded bashfully.
"Max, I realise that I have hurt you deeply. Look, can't we just, I don't know, take it slowly? I still want to be with you."
"Are you actually being serious this time?"
"Yes!"
We (kinda awkwardly) embraced in the middle of the street. He leaned in closer, looking deep into my eyes, when we heard someone call out for us.
"Max! Sadie!" my mother called down the street. We turned and saw her standing on the end of the driveway. We decided to go over and see what she wanted.
"Oh, kids, I call and call for you and you don't respond! Where have you been?"
"Oh, here, there and everywhere," Maxwell answered smartly.
"Well, we were just wondering if you were alright."
"Yeah, we're fine. Why wouldn't we be?" I curtly retorted.
"Just wondering…" Mum's eyes went wide as she turned stiffly and walked back into the house.
"Now, where were we?" Max looked back into my eyes.
"Oh, I don't know…" I smiled back at him.
He leaned in to kiss me, but we both stopped at the same time.
"This isn't working, is it?" I asked.
"No. It's not happening naturally."
"We should just slow down."
"I agree. You were right – this is happening really quickly. We should get to know each other better first."
"A pleasant, civil conversation would be nice."
We walked over to the grass on our front lawn and sat down. We sat in silence at first, picking the grass out. Then we started talking – a real conversation, like the last time we saw each other, which was also when we met. It was nice. We got to know each other even better. I realised that he practically is The Beatles – he plays the drums, guitar, piano and bass, as I found out the other day. If only he played the sitar he would be the complete set. Luckily I played the piano, as well as the guitar, so I could feel some serious Beatles jam sessions happening in the near future.
Soon lunch was ready and Mum called us inside. We sat next to each other at the table, which raised eyebrows. Our parents looked at us with suggestive looks and then gave each other a knowing look. Mum 'coughed' to start a conversation.
"So, you two are pretty friendly."
"Uh, yeah…" I awkwardly replied.
"I was actually wondering whether I could take her out one night next week," Max asked Dad politely.
I literally choked on my hamburger. There was silence before his dad asked, "What, with some friends, or…?"
"No Dad, just the two of us."
"Oh, how nice," he nodded his head up.
"Yes, how lovely! I'm sure your father wouldn't mind taking you, would you Bob?" his mum, Joan, offered.
"Yes, sure."
"So where exactly were you thinking?"
"The movies?" Max suggested and looked at me for my approval.
"Yeah, I guess," I agreed.
"Great!"
"Do you know what young lovers do?" his dad spontaneously chimed in.
"Bob," Joan warned.
"They sit on each other's laps!"
Max and I looked at each other. It was worth a try. It was true that the girl sits on the guy's lap. I had seen it… in movies. Well, and at the shops and stuff. I shrugged my shoulders and got up to sit on his knees. At first Max didn't seem to mind, but after about ten seconds he started looking like he was in pain. Our parents looked on with an 'Aw, our babies are so cute in puppy love!' expression.
"She's so heavy!"
"I am not!" I scoffed.
"Get up!"
"That's not the attitude! I'd rather hear 'get back' than 'get up', thanks!"
"Please get off!" he squirmed.
I finally gave in and got out of his lap.
"Thank you!"
I was sad to see Max go home for the day. We had a date planned for next Saturday, where his Dad would take us to the movies and we would see God knows what. I was just so happy to finally have a boyfriend – well, half. We weren't really a couple yet. We had really only met twice, and the second time involved a massive fight. But I knew that the third time would be special, awesome, magnificent and memorable! My first date!