The date with Lilac went really really well. At first I will admit I was nervous because look at her! There is no way someone as gorgeous as her was falling for someone like me. Talking to Lilac was so easy. Although when I looked in her eyes I felt intimidated, I still felt like I could be vulnerable around her. Maybe I will consider having a relationship with her.
I was making the finishing touches on the spaghetti when I heard my doorbell ring. I took a big breath knowing exactly who it was. I walked to the mirror and checked myself over quickly before opening the door. My jaw dropped. She looked like she did earlier except she had a summer dress on which hugged her curves
"It's fly season Addison, you might want to close your mouth before you catch something," she laughed. I blushed and stepped aside letting her in.
"You look beautiful," I mumbled, rubbing my neck. I watched a smile form on her pink lips.
"As you do Addison,"
"I Uh, let me show you around," she nodded and I lead her around the house. I showed her all of the rooms and she commented on how nice each of them were. I showed her my bedroom. I didn't know at first whether I should or not, but I did.
"You have an amazing house Addison," she complemented sitting herself down on the stool.
"Thank you. Big bowl of little bowl?" I asked holding them up.
"Well if the spaghetti is as mean as you said it was I'll have the big bowl," I smiled and served her some.
"So do you like cooking or is spaghetti a one off?" She asked, when I put the bowl and fork in front of her.
"It's a one off," I laughed.
"Lucky I can cook them," she laughed.
"Do you drink?"
"I'll have one glass of anything,"
"Wine?" She nodded.
"I feel like you should eat first in case you've poisoned it," I sat down next to her.
"I'd poison you huh?" I asked, twirling my fork in the spaghetti.
"I mean you kick ass, maybe you're a murderer too," she joked. I laughed nervously. I put the spaghetti in my mouth, and watched Lilac take a sip of her wine still staring st me.
"See no posion," I smiled. She laughed.
"Here," She laughed, grabbing a napkin and wiping the side of my lip with it. I felt my face go bright red. Her hand lingered there for a moment, her eyes looking at my lips, before she got back to the spaghetti. She took a bite and smiled.
"Really good," she smiled, getting more. I smiled knowing I had cooked the best thing I could for her.
"So How long have you done this boxing thing? I saw your trophies in your living room,"
"Well I've always been a rough kid but I didn't do it for awards until I was twelve,"
"So for ten years basically?" I nodded.
"So I shouldn't get on your bad side?"
"Wouldn't be the best idea,"
"I'll make a mental note of that," she laughed, "is boxing all you do or are you into other sports?"
"I enjoy volleyball but I don't really play it anymore,"
"At least boxing keeps you fit," she smiled, taking a sip of her wine. I smiled back at her. It was so easy to have a conversation with Lilac. Nothing was forced and it just seemed to flow so naturally. I could really get used to talking to her.
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Prove Me Wrong (EDITING/RE-WRITING)Teen Fiction
Addison Wilcox hasn't had an easy life. Living and fighting on the streets, she found herself lost in the world. She was told that she wasn't good enough to do anything. So she proved everyone wrong. After graduating University at 22, what will hap...