Author's Note: Okay, sorry for the long wait on the chapter. I've been busy healing from my intense cheer practices and working on my other story but DON'T WORRY! i haven't forgotten about this story, and I have put together the outline for the next few chapters which I think you all will love. So, next time I update, I will update both my stories, and hopefully add more than one chapter to each story. Anyway, read, enjoy, and REVIEW! Thank you :)
"I'll get it!" I said as I ran towards the door. I ran down the stairs, to answer the door and bumped into a wall that turned the corner and turned out to be Sam. "Sorry." I said rushing past him.
"Is it for you? I was going to get it." He said motioning to the door.
"No, I got it. Thanks." That was actually the first conversation I've had with him since I made my little confession. It's funny. You avoid a guy. They get upset and want to know the truth. You lay it all out there and they run scared. Sigh. Men. Not that I wanted him to make a move. I was enjoying my single life. I forgot how refreshing it is, not to worry so much about a relationship. With thoughts running through my head, my excitement to see how this 'double date' folded out evaporated. I opened the door to see adorable Cody and barbaric Randy at my door. Even though he seemed nice, I still didn't 100% trust him. I mean, he just gave off a weird vibe or maybe it was just his monstrous size that worried me. I made a mental note to look him up in the Book of Shadows when I got the time. "Hey." I said inviting them in. "You guys look nice."
"Hey Shar." They said in unison. Demon or no demon, Randy was still pretty to look at so it made me happy to hear such gorgeous men recite my name like that. I stood there smiling like an idiot when Sam, who was sitting on the sofa, came up behind me.
"Hey guys. What's going on?" Sam said shaking hands with them. The guys piled onto the couch and began jabbering off about sports.
"I'm going to go check on the girls. They'll be down in a sec." I said. It appeared they were so engulfed in their conversation, I doubt any of them heard me. I went back upstairs to the girls who were doing their final touches to their makeup. "The guys are here." I said plopping myself back onto the bed.
"Randy and Cody? Who else is going to this thing anyway? Why aren't you going?" Kim asked me. Dylan and I shared a nervous look through the vanity mirror. Something told me that if Dylan went down for this, she'd bring me down with her so I figured I should play along.
"Um, I'm beat. I've been on my feet all day listening to customers ask me if jeans make their butt look fat. I'm staying in. Catch up on some reading."
"You sure you don't want to come? It'll be fun and I'm sure you'll find someone to mingle with." Dylan tried. I sneered at her.
"There will be no mingling. Besides, I spend too much. Price of being a shopaholic. Tell you what. How about you get your club named P3 or whatever, and then I will come out since I will get free drinks." I said smiling at Kim.
"You heffahs only get free drinks if you help me purchase it." Kim said. Dylan stuck her tongue out at her and I laughed. If we have to live the life of a television show, at least there are some perks. We went downstairs to find Sam, Randy and Cody sitting in the same spots, chatting about only God knows what. It was cute how the only thing that could falter their focus was my sisters. Randy and Cody stood up to greet them.
"Wow." Cody said.
"You girls look beautiful." Randy added. Kimberly and Dylan both smiled as if they've forgotten how to speak. I rolled my eyes at them.
"Thanks. I got new shoes." I said referring to my fluffy pink and white house slippers.
"Sam, are you coming?" Kimberly asked. He shook his head.
"Nah, I'll leave the partying to you kids."
"Whatever old man." Dylan joked but that did not distract Kimberly.
"Dylan, can I talk to you in the kitchen for a moment please?" Kim said in a squeak. It was amusing how much she sounded like Piper. She dragged Dylan by the arm into the kitchen leaving the boys staring at me for an explanation.
"Excuse me for a minute. I feel that a middle sister is being called for again." I said as I shuffled off into the kitchen.
"Where is everybody?" I heard Kim ask. "You said this was a group thing. Dylan, where's the group?"
"I don't know. At the bar waiting for us? Home sick? How am I supposed to know?"
"You do know. This was a set up wasn't it?" Kim concluded.
"A what?" Dylan refused.
"You do realize they can hear you? Right? Jeez guys, get a grip." I butted in.
"Were you in on it?" Kim turned on me.
"Does it really matter? Cody likes you. He told me he does and I know you like him. Why is this even an issue?"
"It's the principle Shar! The principle." Dylan and I stared at her questioningly.
"You feel better now?" I asked. It wasn't long before they were out the door on their way to the bar. I stood at the door and watched them drive off, laughing to myself about how insane my friends are.
"So, why didn't you go with?" I heard from the living room. Dean was off on some hot date leaving me here with the guy who apparently thought I had the coodies. I sighed.
"I'm tired. I just want to stay in and curl up with a good book." I said trudging past him to the staircase.
"So that means you don't want to watch a movie with me?" I turned to look at him and he gave me a smile that I haven't seen since we moved in this place.
"What movie?"
"I don't know. I was bored so I was just going to pick an action film, but you could choose." I raised my brows at him.
"I can pick the movie. Any movie?" He hesitantly nods which makes me laugh. "Well, don't worry. I don't really want to watch any chick flicks right now. I'll fall asleep." I look through the stacks of alphabetized movies that I organized, (Yes. I have a slight case of OCD) and pulled out three movies. "Ok, so we have X-Men Origins: Wolverine, The Hangover, or the Dark Knight. You choose. Serious action/sci-fi film, pee your pants comedy, or amusing action film." Sam shrugs.
""I don't know. You pick." I shook my head at him.
"Men are so useless." I mumbled.
Kimberly was planning on purposely being the downer of the group, but when she sat in the SUV with her arms crossed and a pout like a child, Cody quickly faltered her attempt. When they arrived at the club, the couple was ditched immediately. Dylan and Randy went to the bar while Cody grabbed a table for two in the corner.
"I'm going to take a guess and say that there are no more friends coming." Kim said as she sat down. Cody gave her a curious look.
"Well, no one wants to be a fifth wheel." Kim liked this guy, but it was a little unnerving that she wasn't actually prepared for this. She's just figuring out that this is a date.
"Actually, I didn't even know this was a date." She said honestly. "Dylan told me that you guys were going to get a group of friends together to go out. That's why I've been kind of aggravated."
"Oh," he laughed. "I thought it was me. I mean, Sharnel told me you liked me but-"
"I'm sorry. She did what?" Kim interrupted him. He immediately regretted opening his mouth and he looked like a deer in headlights. Kimberly caught on that Cody might now think that I was wrong. "I mean, you are a nice attractive guy. I just haven't gotten to know you yet. I'd like to be the one to tell you how I feel, when I'm ready." She made a mental note to kick my ass.
"That's okay. I get what you mean. I feel the same way so we can just hang out and see where it leads." She smiled. Kim loved that idea.
"Great."
Dylan was excited to have a second shot with this guy. She didn't see any point in focusing her attention on a relationship with an angel if it was going to end badly. Her only worry was how this guy viewed her. The first time they met, she was intoxicated and jumped his bones. She didn't want Randy thinking that she was just a one night stand, because she definitely didn't want him to be one. Sipping on her cocktail, Dylan silently laughed as Randy spoke. It was amazing to hear this white man speak as if he was from the Brooklyn projects. Usually, with her love for language, someone who spoke like that would repulse her, but Randy's ebonics was funny. It entertained her. It was like listening to a larger Eminem.
"How come every time I'm out with you, we have to be at the bar?" she laughed. "Come on big man. Let's dance."
"Nah, I don't dance." Dylan put her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow.
"I'm not asking." She demanded. She walked off to the dance floor and turned to see him following against his will. She threw her arms around his neck and began to sway her hips to the beat. He didn't have a hard time following her body, as it swayed from side to side and soon Dylan's eyes all but popped out of her head. Something was poking her, and it wasn't a gun! Her mind began racing. 'That's normal. It doesn't mean he's expecting anything. If he is, he's going to have to wait. It's way too soon. Sex on the first date is bad. I like this guy.' Dylan knew she couldn't give in no matter how badly she may have wanted it. She decided to enjoy the music and not focus on what was intruding on her personal space.
After we finished watching the Hangover, I could barely keep my eyes open.
"Okay, I have to call it a night." I said. "I didn't even get to read." I mentioned more to myself, than my company. Sam smiled at me and laughed.
"I thought the laughter would wake you." I shrugged and then stretched.
"No, I guess not even the funniest movie ever couldn't wake me. Maybe we should have watched Superbad." The two of us headed up the stairs laughing at the movie. "I'm just upset that the chicken in the room was never explained."
"I know, how the hell did they get a chicken?" Sam laughed.
"Maybe it was to feed the lion." I suggested. We laughed all the way to my door. "Eh, anywho, I'll see you in the morning."
"Wait." Sam said. I simply looked at him, not having the energy to speak. "I was thinking. Maybe we could go into the city this weekend and do something. Like going to Coney Island. I'd love to get you on the cyclone." I raised a brow at him.
"Dude, I don't really fear coasters but that is a death sentence. I went on it twice out of boredom and stupidity. You will not succeed a third time. How about six flags? We can all go there!" Sam shrugged with a shy smile.
"I don't know. I guess I was just trying to find something that we could do." I stared at him blankly. I thought what I had told him freaked him out. "I'm not asking for a date. I know it's too soon. I'm just suggesting we hang out." I wondered what he called sitting around watching DVD's. I just nodded. "Good. Night then."
"Night." I answered and then went to my bed only to stay up for an hour panicking over the possible consequences.