Context - Steven takes you out for a date.
---- Girls Name - Martha Monroe
USEALLY, STEVEN AND I weren't a 'normal couple'.
We were like two kids playing together or more obnoxious kids that would call each other names on a daily basis.
So, going out on dates wasn't our thing much.
Yeah, we'd go to the beach and ice cream every so often or watch movies together, but we wouldn't call those "dates" per say, we'd call them "bonding time."
Steven decided we needed to go on a REAL date, which we hadn't gone on in many months - maybe even since we got together.
Which was a year ago.
We decided on a picnic date, kinda cliche, but it worked.
For us, at least.
We were gonna do more than that, or I think we are, he said we might do more than just a picnic.
Who knows.
I was getting ready for it, I had a nice red and white checkered dress on with puffy sleeves, and it went in at the waist, puffing back out down to my knees.
I don't wear dresses much but he told me to wear one, I kinda don't know why though.
I was putting on the finishing touches to my make-up, my hair was down, and brushed threw.
((Or if you have curly hair, it can be whatever))
Steven was sitting on our bed, carefully watching me as I got ready, his eyes watching my every movement ever so carefully.
"Steven."
He snaps out of the trance, looking at me with curious eyes, "Yes, dear?"
"I'm done getting ready," I smile, turning my whole body to him.
"You look..." he trails off, his eyes making his way all over me, "fuckin gorgeous."
A big smile wipes across my damn face, looking away, "thank you," I whisper-mumble.
He cups my face with one hand, turning me to look at him, "You're so welcome," he lightly smiles, taking his hand away.
Ugh, I loved and hated when he did that.
"Ready to go?"
I hum in response, getting up from my chair as Steven does.
He grabs his coat from the door as we walk out, grabbing the keys and making our way out to the car.
He opens the door for me, earning a simple 'thank you' look and a smile. He runs around to the driver side of the car, getting in.
"So.. where we goin?"
Steven gives me look, a look of 'I'm definitely not telling you', which my god..
I hate those damn looks.
"Whats so secretive about it you won't tell me?" I raise my eyebrow, "you gonna try and kill me?"
"Martha," he laughs, starting up the car, "don't be silly."
"I'm not being silly, steven," I tap along the door, "I'm being so, oh so serious."
He sighs, pulling out of the driveway, "No Martha, no, I'm not going to kill you."
"Then why won't you tell me?"
He laughs to himself, "full of questions today, aren't you?"
"Still didn't answer my question."
"You still didn't answer mine ethier," he sneakily smiles.
"Steven," I groan, hitting my head against the window.
"Martha," he keeps the sneaky smile, his eyes on the road ahead of us.
"You're are so goddamn annoying," I mumble, turning my head to look out the window.
He chuckles, taking one hand off the wheel and resting it on my upper thigh, "If that was true, we wouldn't be here right now, now would we?"
"God, something is up your damn ass today."
"What? Like Joey's dick?" He smiles, glancing at me.
"If that was true, I'd say poor Joey," I laugh.
He gasps of shock, "Poor joey?! What about me?!"
I shrug, "What do you mean 'poor you'?" I put air quotes up.
"I'm the one who would have a dick up the ass!"
"So you're the girl between you and joey?" I raise my eyebrow, taking my eyes off the road ahead and my attention to him.
"What? No! Definitely not!" He shakes his head.
"So you put the dick in his ass?"
He groans of annoyance, "There is no dick in anyone's ass."
"Are you sure? because you seem a bit tense."
"Yes! Everything is fine," he annoyingly huffs, "can we just.. not talk about it? Like, just shut up, please."
I whistle of amusement, "my pleasure, M'lady," I tip my imagery hat.
"I fuckin' hate you sometimes," he quietly mumbles, sighing.
I smile of success and turn my attention to the road.
This is gonna be a fun date.
....
"Steven, if I die in here, i swear I will haunt you for dear damn life," I huff, climbing over rocks.
He took me to this forest, a place where Jeffery fuckin' Dahmer probably put his damn victims.
"I swear, if I see a dead body steven, so fuckin' help me."
We had to climb large rocks to get to the 'Pefect spot', as Steven said.
"Quit your damn whining," he angrily huffs, guiding me to where he wanted to sit.
"One day, steven, one damn day," I mumble, running my hands through my hair.
"One day what? I didn't nothin' wrong sweetheart," he sweety smiles, walking backward with his hand in mine.
I groan at his sweet little things he does, looking at the cloudy sky, "is it supposed to rain?"
I look back down to see a huge mischievous smile of his face, plastered so wide and big you could see it from a mile away.
"Maybe," he mischievously says, a smile still wide and present.
"It is, isn't it?! You knew about this!" I look at him with wide eyes, my eyebrows furrowing together.
"But you like rain."
"I like watching rain, not being stuck in rain for me to get sick," I huff, feeling the rain drops fall.
"You won't get sick, my love, we can dance in the rain together."
I sighed of defeat. He got me there.
"Y'know what, fine! But if I get sick so help me, steven, I will smother you in kisses to get you sick just like me!"
He shrugs his shoulder, kissing my cheek as the rain starts to fall more.
I realize we were on a rock that would get slipper and likely be the death of us very soon, and there's one thing I didn't like; death.
"Steven, this rock could be the death of us. Can we get on level ground?"
"Of course," he smiles, taking my hand in his and leading us down the rock as slow and carefully as possible.
We had it on level ground, just a few feet away from when we had parked, sitting on a rock close to us as we watched the rain go from barley anything to pouring rain.
"Maybe this isn't so bad," I mumble, rain getting us drowned in water.
"Told ya," Steven winks, pulling me closer to him.
"Wasn't this supposed to be a date?" I ask, resting my head on his shoulders.
"Definitely, but I saw the rain forecast on the tv and thought this would be better," he shurgs.
"The dress?"
He shrugs, "I convinced you BEFORE I saw the news, I was gonna do a little picnic take you for ice cream, then go watch the sunset, but.." he trials off, looking at the Rain, "Y'know.."
I nod and hum, "I know."
"Another day? I really actually wanna go on a REAL date, a cute one," he looks at me.
"I do too. Maybe next time we can go out to eat, then get more movies to watch because we are almost out.." I look at him with a certain look, "then watch the sunset."
He chuckles, "No ice cream?"
"They have that at the restaurant, or restaurants I should say," I shurg.
"What if they don't?"
I shrug once again, "Then ice cream to,"
He smiles, nodding while looking back up, "Wanna dance? sorry there's not music it wouldn't work with the rain."
I giggle a little at the comment, "Of course."
He sits up, drenched in rain from head to toe, holding out his hand for me to take.
I grab his hand, getting lifted up and into his arms, "We are drenched in rain," I laugh at the two wet bodies colliding.
"I have towels in the trunk," he shrugs, wrapping his arms around my waist.
I laugh at his statement, "of course you do," I shake my head, resting my head on his chest.
He sways back and forth, humming a familiar toon above me.
"Is that cherry pie you're humming?" I ask, looking up at him with a confused look on my face.
He looks down at me, "maybe.."
I laugh at his statement, "Why?"
He shrugs, "Cus you're my cherry pie," he leans into me, pecking my lips.
"Wow, so original," I roll my eyes, smiling at him.
"I'll stop then," he shurgs, turning his head away from me.
"No, never mind, I'm so very sorry," I grab his face and gently pull his face towards him.
He laughs, pulling me into kiss him.
The rain was pouring down on him, my dress soacked all the way threw almost completely, and Steven's hair sticking to his forhead.
I don't think we cared at that point, it was just me and Steven, and that's all I cared about.
The kiss left butterflies in my stomach, Steven's hands trialing up and down, making me smile into the kiss.
Heaven, heaven is so real.
He pools away, leaving a frown on my face, "You're shivering baby," he looks at me.
I never realized I was.
"Oh, I was? I never noticed," I shrug.
I started to feel the coldness now, the rain hitting me in that moment. Steven pulled off his jacket and laid it over me tightly.
"If you get sick,I'll get sick with you."
"Good, because I'll complain just as much as you," I smile, pecking his cheek, "now can we go to the car, I'm freezing my tits off out here!"
"No! Not your tits!" He sarcastically laughs, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and leading me to the car.
I'm totally gonna get sick.
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2 Day's Later
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I woke up to a sore throat and a massive headache. The headache has been there from the day prior.
I keep my head facing down as I have the bed to myself, as steven is, well, who knows where.
That is until I hear a sneeze and footsteps walking back here.
The door opens, and dragging foot steps comes to Steven's side of the bed.
He's sick too.
"I told you dumbass we'd get sick," I mumble, the scratchyness hurting my throat.
"I know, sorry," he mumbles the last part, laying in bed with me, "at least we are sick together?"
"Fuck you."
"I love you to, my love," he lightly laughs, putting his arm around me and scooting me over to him.
Great, now I'm sick.
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I kinda like this one.