fall • brad simpson [on hold]

twelve • dates - part two

As soon as Brad and I hopped into his car, we both immediately started shivering due to the cold weather, and us having been out all day means the car had managed to completely get rid of any heat it initially had. Brad then turned on the car, swiftly followed by the heating, and started to rub his hands together, in hope to un-freeze them before we got to our destination. Of which, I still had no idea about what was going to happen. 

'Are you going to tell me where we're going?' I asked, hoping that this time I would get an answer, unlike last time. Deep down, I'm glad Brad didn't tell me we were going to a theme park, because it would've taken the whole element of surprise out of it. Also, knowing me, I would've completely hyped myself up too much for the rides and got disappointed, but I managed to avoid that, and what did happen, was absolutely perfect.

I don't even remember telling Brad that I had never been to a theme park, considering I don't recall it ever coming up in conversation. Then again, I don't remember half the things we talk about because of what shit we can talk forever about. Also the fact that we've known each other less than a month, excusing the casual slip ups in the hall at school before, and now we're going on a date. All I know is, this seems too good to be true.

I always recognised Brad when he walked through the hallways at school, but never really wanted to go up to him. He was always with his two other friends, James and Tristan, and for some reason they always frightened me. 

Now, though, they seem like the biggest bunch of saps ever. I feel like I've known them all forever, and I feel like I can finally call them friends. I feel like we've created a little group of four, and I'm pretty sure they're in my other classes as well, I just never spoke to them. I can now, hopefully, sit with them during lessons when I'm not with Brad, and get along as well as we did back at the house. They both want to get details on the date when we get back, even though I'm pretty sure they know the ins and outs of what is going on today, anyway.

'No, just like I didn't this morning' He smirked.

'You do realise that I brought an outfit with me that I can't change into in a car, don't you?' I asked, curious as to how I was going to get changed out of these clothes.

'Yes, that's where we're going now. I also bought a change of clothes that will need more than a metre square to change into. I bought the finest Chanel suit for you tonight.'

'Alright, fashion expert. But you're kidding about the suit, right? You can't spend that much on a date with me. Let me pay for something.'

'Don't get your knickers in a twist, yes, I am kidding about the suit, but yes I can spend that much on a date with you, because you're worth every penny' Brad said, making me blush. 'Aw, look at your cheeks!' He smiled, poking one of my cheeks.

'Concentrate on the road!' I laughed, trying to get rid of the red that had appeared.

'I don't need to, we've arrived at your final destination'. I didn't even realise that the car had stopped until Brad said we were there. 

'When you say final destination it makes it seem as if you're going to kill-' I was about to finish my sentence before I looked up out the window and immediately gasped.

Up above me was a gorgeous, decorative hotel, with roses and tulips growing up the large brick walls. The windows were painted white, and on the left of each one was a large balcony, overlooking the view. The vines of leaves and flowers were draped over each of the windows and doors, connecting at the top by one large hanging basket of what I can only assume are rhododendrons. Below the flowers was a large golden arch, seeming as if the building was built back in the Edwardian era, considering the only thing modern about it was the large shining sign reading out the name of the road.