A/N: Hello again! First of all, thanks to the people who followed and favorited- I love you!
This the second chapter, then. And I know I said the next chapters will be based on incidents on Castle, this chapter isn't that. I couldn't resist writing about the second date. From the third chapter, there will be Castle references.
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Tonight is my second date with him. I came home from work early. I am dressed up, made-up and completely ready, waiting for him to pick me up.
I will never admit it to anyone, but since the goodbye every time I saw the color blue it reminded me of his eyes. I tried pushing him out of my head, than almost against my will decided that I liked him there.
The doorbell rings. I open the door. It is him.
He smiles as he says 'hi'. My mouth curves with my own smile effortlessly.
He's looks nice in a white t-shirt and a pair of jeans, his smile is adorable but of course I look at his eyes before anything. They are exactly how I remember…and more vivid, more striking against the pale smooth skin of his face.
He says I look beautiful, and looking in his eyes I instantly know he means it- I can see the wonder there. I think I blush a little.
We have decided on a simple dinner-and-a-movie date. We go to the restaurant first. He's being the textbook gentleman again- holding the door, pulling out my chair. I can't help but appreciate it.
The time flies by. I remember talking, but I don't remember about what, really; I remember laughing, but I don't remember why. I find it harder and harder to take my eyes off of his, and I wonder what is happening to me, because it's not like I have never seen blue eyes before.
But it is like I have never seen blue before. And now I'm seeing it for the first time, in all its glory.
We go the theater and watch the movie. It is relaxing, and when he puts his hand gently on mine, I lace my fingers with his and smile in the dark.
Afterwards we stroll with ice-cream cones in our hands, talking about the movie we've just seen. He thinks the ending was perfect, and when I point out that the earth getting destroyed can hardly be called perfect, he argues that was the story of the movie, what can you do. I think Nicolas Cage should have come up with some idea to save the earth, he thinks then it would have been cliché.
It strikes me then- cliché. This date has been completely cliché in a romantic-movie sort of way- the ones you see in chick flicks and roll your eyes, thinking, 'Yeah, perfect in every way, like that ever happens.'
Until it happens with you.
And it feels so right that it almost feels wrong- like it shouldn't be so good.
But it is.
We are at my doorstep again. His eyes remind me of blue sparks now, and in an instant we are kissing. This time there is no pretense or hesitation- it is deep and it is long.
When I break free (I have to, I need air) I see that the blue is stormy.
It makes my stomach flip.
But tonight will not be the night to lose myself, to be blown away by that storm. I have a feeling this could be something special, and I will take it slow.
I tell him that. He gives half a smile and says he knows what I mean, and it's completely okay. We say our goodbyes.
As he leaves, and I close my door, I am thinking just how much I would like to keep those blue eyes around for the rest if my life.