A Little Bit Of Joy | ✔

Chapter Sixty One : The Boy's Pure Kisses

I was dressed in a mango flowy spaghetti top with my denim jacket and blue jeans. I wore my white sneakers and went downstairs. I found my mum on the couch typing methodically on her laptop.

"Joy wear your shoes outside. I just got the carpet cleaned," she said gravely, watching me from the corner of her eye as she continued typing. "You look nice. Finally, you wore that top."

"Uh yeah . . . I was saving it for a special day . . . Not that today is special---"

"I know you have a date with Logan." She removed her reading glasses and took a good glimpse of me. "If you feel---"

"If I feel uncomfortable, I will tell him," I finished her sentence. "Don't worry, I feel particularly energetic today."

She smiled kindly. "Should I drop you?"

"No, Logan's picking me up. He didn't tell me where we're going though," I replied, making my way towards the door.

"Have fun and call me after you have eaten something."

"I will." I bade her goodbye and shut the door. Before I could retrieve my phone to call Logan, he was already there, driving my grandpa's truck to the gate. "Hey, I was just going to call you!"

"On time," he said haughtily, accidentally tapping his other wrist where there was no watch. I laughed obnoxiously and he did too, his mock pride vanishing. "Come on in Joy, you look . . . beautiful."

"Thank you." I did a half curtsy, Logan was still laughing. "Can we go on my bicycle please?"

His laughter dissipated. "No-we can't. You know you'll get hurt from all the tiny bumps on the road."

"Please . . . " I widened my eyes in a ridiculous attempt to look cute and convincing.

He huffed in exasperation. "Okay, but hold me tight and tell me when you feel uneasy."

I grinned victoriously and he stationed the truck near my house before getting down.

The start of our date was a blunder. While I imagined a romantic ride to our destination, Logan had been right. My body ached and by the end of the street, I was moaning. The normally plain surface appeared uneven on the bicycle which made my stomach lurch and pain shot through my abdomen. I couldn't hold Logan tight enough. However, he didn't complain or didn't give me that 'I told you so' look. He was sweet and tolerant enough to carry me back to the truck near my home.

So we started again, Logan trying to calm my frustration from the earlier bicycle ride. Soon, I was at peace when I was greeted by the sight of the ocean. Where had Logan planned a date? I had specifically told him that I wasn't going to let him waste any money on the expensive seaside café. Then where?

"We're not going to the café," he said as if reading my mind. Then he pulled over near a local convenience store's parking lot, hopped down and grabbed my hand. We crossed the road and he led me towards the lighthouse.

"Ah I see," I murmured as we gingerly walked over the rocky path. When we were near the lighthouse, Logan scooped me up in his arms and a squeal escaped my lips. "You could have given me a warning!"

He chuckled almost to himself, holding me close to his chest.

"You weigh nothing." There was a quiver in his voice like he didn't want to believe what he had stated. As if proving his point, he held me with one arm, letting his other arm fall momentarily by his side. I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck in fear. "I will never drop you Joy."

"So stop pulling stunts like that. I don't like it," I mumbled against his shirt and he securely carried me forward.

I watched him as he delicately climbed over the rubbles and the steep stairs of the lighthouse, the musty smell enveloping us. His jaw was set firmly, his Adam's apple bobbled ever so slightly and his breathing never wavered. I touched the subtle wrinkle on his chin and his eyes flickered to me, the two puddles of ocean water never left mine until we reached the top of the stairs.