Page 9 of Trusting You
I would take it. I didn’t like the idea of her driving herself, but she was letting me have a night to prove myself. “Let me do a little research on the area, and I’ll let you know,” I smiled.
“I need to know by midweek so I can make arrangements. I’ll have to borrow my mom’s car,” she clarified.
“Just let me pick you up then.” I didn’t know why she wasn’t letting me fix a problem that was so easily solved.
“No,” the word flew out of her mouth so fast it was as if she didn’t want me to meet her family or something. “I can meet you. I just need to know where.”
“I’ll text you midweek, and Mel?” I chuckled.
“Yeah?” I could hear the skepticism in her tone.
“Thanks,” I waited for her to say something, but she didn’t. “I’ll see you Saturday.”
“See you Saturday,” she replied before the line went dead.
It took me a minute for it to all sink in. I had a date. A real date. A date that had to be perfect. I had to make this the best date she’d ever been on. If I failed, I was sure to never get another one again.
Chapter 4
Aaron
The weekend actually went better than I thought it would. While Emma and Brock spent all their time together, I borrowed Brock’s car and drove around the area scouting places for my date with Mel. I found a couple of nice restaurants, but nothing like we had at home. If we were in Wilmington, I would take her to the beach. It was nice, there were plenty of places to hang out. I wasn’t your typical guy when it came to dating. First off, I rarely dated. Most nights were hookups that followed a group outing. It was just easier to not get involved. I’d never wanted to until now.
Being in an area that I wasn’t familiar with made things that much more challenging. I wanted to find something nice, but I also wanted something different; something that would set me apart from the other yo-yos that had taken her out.
When Sunday rolled around, I loaded our things into Brock’s car as the two lovebirds said goodbye. Emma cried, and made Brock promise to call as soon as he got home. Brock made some comment about how it wouldn’t be long until Spring Break, and they’d get an entire week together. The more I watched them, the more I wondered if anything could work with Mel and me. I mean, they’re engaged and have a hard time. How am I supposed to date someone long distance? I have school just like she does. We’re going to be six hours apart for at least two more years.
“So did you decide what you’re going to do?” Brock turned onto the interstate, beginning our long drive home.
“Not really. I have to think of something before Wednesday. She gave me a deadline,” I grumbled.
Brock chuckled, “Sounds like you got your hands full.”
“It’s not fucking funny,” I narrowed my eyes and slugged him in the shoulder.
“Do you want to walk home?” he glared.
I huffed as I crossed my arms over my chest, “No!”
“Then don’t hit me,” he shook his head. “What’s the problem?”
“I need an idea that’s going to knock her socks off. I need to stand out,” I ran my palms down my face.
“How about try being nice to her,” he flipped his hand in the air. “Don’t be a douche and actually listen when she talks to you. I bet if you start acting like a man, and not a boy, she’ll like whatever you choose.”
“When did you turn into such a pussy?” I teased.
“Watch who you’re calling a pussy. I’m the one that’s engaged. I AM a man. I went through this stage before I hooked up with your cousin,” he chuckled. “I get laid on a regular basis with the girl that I want, you… not so much.”
“Fine, fine, fine,” I waved my hand at him. “What do I do?”
“A little research. Find out what she likes, and go from there. Show her you care enough to find out,” he shrugged like it was so simple. The only person I knew that could answer those questions was Emma. If I went to her, she’d have me begging and offering to do God knows what as payment.
Melinda
When Wednesday morning came and went with still no message from Aaron, I assumed he gave up. Maybe my request was too much for him, and he decided dating me would be too much work. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed. I didn’t really feel like dealing with his playboy attitude, but going out sounded nice.
I haven’t really been on a date since I broke up with Jason. Things ended right before I started school at Eastman, and I’ve just been too busy to find someone new. My life is anything but simple, and between keeping my grades up, and helping my mom on the weekends, I don’t really have time for boys. I don’t really want a boy like Jason was anyway. All those things you hear about how you’ll look back and regret not listening to your mother? Well, they’re true. My mom told me he was nothing but trouble, and she was right.
