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The Names Just Keep On Coming

He wasn't kidding. It was a truck stop. And pretty busy actually. License plates lined the walls and it smelled of cigarette smoke. There were about ten truckers, some talking with each other and others sitting alone, drinking coffee and watching wrestling matches on the TVs that were in the corners.

"For two?" A lady with a bored expression asked.

"Yes, please," Fang replied, placing a hand on the small of my back. He gave me a push, nudging for me to follow her.

"Can we sit in a booth?" I asked.

"Sure thing, sugar," the lady replied.

She led us to a small, quiet part of the restaurant. Old rock music was playing and it was pretty dim. But she didn't offer us anymore light.

"Any drinks I could get you?"

"Um, yeah, A cherry coke would be great," I replied.

"Diet or regular?"

"Regular."

"Mm-kay. And…?" She looked at Fang expectantly.

"Coke, bottle."

She wrote it down really quick then handing us two menus. "Be back in a few."

I slid in with a small smile playing on my lips.

"So…booths, huh?" he asked, shrugging off his sweatshirt.

"Yes," I said firmly. "Booths are awesome."

He didn't look too convinced. More amused actually.

I bit my lip and looked intently at the menu. It wasn't like I was in a dimly lighted room with a really famous pop star BY MYSELF.

Nope. Not at all.

I glanced up to see Fang staring at me.

"What?" I demanded.

"Nothing," he said with a chuckle. "Here." He flipped the menu over and pointed to a section. "That's what you want to look at."

The waitress came back with the sodas.

"Thanks," I told her.

She nodded grimly then whisked away.

"Alright, what should I get?" I asked him looking at all the suggestions.

"Um…" He leaned over and looked at it upside down. "Cherry pie is good. Or apple. Hmm…apple pie with French fries.

"Seriously?" I asked incredulously.

"Yeah. No date is complete without pie."

"This isn't a date," I contradicted.

He raised his eyebrows. "Considering it's…one thirty in the morning and it's just us two…"

I glowered at him. "It's only a date if I say it is. And I'm not saying it's a date. THEREFORE—say it with me—we are NOT on a date."

I looked at him. "Come on! Say it!"

He shook his head. "I do not hold that as truth so no."

"Fang!" I semi-yelled. "Say it!"

"No," he chuckled taking a sip from his coke bottle.

I slummed in the booth and crossed my arms. "You're such a delusional freak."

He shrugged. "Freak, douche bag, idiot, moron…how many names do you have for me?"

I crinkled my brow in thought. "I don't think I ever called you a douche bag."

He smirked. "No, but I'm pretty sure you were thinking it."

I rolled my eyes. "And now he's a mind reader."

He raised his coke bottle as if he were giving a toast. "I do my best."

The waitress came back and we gave her our orders of apple pie and French fries.

After she left, I sighed, kicked my flip flops off and rearranged myself so I was sitting Indian style in the booth.

"Tired?" he asked.

"Mm…" I mumbled, stifling a sigh. "Do you always stay out this late?"

He shrugged. "Sometimes. I've always been kind of a night owl."

I nodded. "Cool beans," I said giving him the thumbs up sign. "I can't believe she didn't recognize you."

"Who, the waitress?"

"Yeah."

"Half the reason I go out late at night. All of my fans are usually asleep. Unless they are stalkers. Which about a fourth of them are."

"Ha-ha," I laughed drily. "Sucks to be you."

He smiled but didn't say anything.

We sat in silence for a moment and I was surprised to find it…peaceful. It wasn't awkward at all. In fact, I kind of enjoyed it. We weren't at each other's throats. I wasn't jabbing at him, he wasn't retaliating…it was weird.

"You know what the best thing in the world is?" I asked him.

"Hm? What is the best thing in the world?" He leaned forward and stared at me intently.

I glanced at him, not sure if he was making fun of me or not.

"Rain. And movies and tea."

He raised an eyebrow. "That would be three things."

I kicked his shin under the table. "Stop being such a smart arse. It's not becoming."

"Neither is kicking people under the table," he said, hooking his foot around my bare foot.

I stiffed and waited for him to let go but he didn't.

I met his gaze. "Do you mind?" I asked.

He shifted his weight but didn't break our eye contact or let go of my foot. "No, actually," he said with a smirk. "Not really."

"Jerk," I muttered, trying to pull my foot away.

"Hey, come on now," he admonished me. "Be nice."

I huffed. "I don't have to be nice to a single dang person."

He smirked. "You know you like it."

I smiled sweetly. "Just as much as you love Dora the Explorer."

He nodded seriously. "THIS BIG!" He said, spreading his arms wide.

I didn't really know what to think about that. However, I was pretty sure that if all of his fans saw him doing that they would run for the hills.

"You're a dork," I told him.

He nodded. "And you're a female dog."

I shrugged. "Fair enough."

I stuck out my hand and we shook on it.

But he still didn't let go of my foot.

Yes, I know I am awesome.

So. This is what I have decided: If you guys read my original story on FictionPress, I will continue with this story.

That is my deal.

And all I can tell you about my new story (which isn't posted as of yet) is that her name is Hazel. She is seventeen and it takes place in Hailey, AL (which is not a really place)

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