Kirstie's POV
"We really should go to bed," I tell Avi. I'm not that tired, and we have nothing to do tomorrow, but we should. Even if it is only 10:30.
Maybe I'm just looking for an excuse for him to cuddle me shirtless, though.
"Are you tired?"
"No. You?"
"Not really."
"Well maybe we can catch up on sleep tomorrow then."
"Yeah."
He leans into me and kisses me on the lips, and I kiss back. I deepen the kiss as he gently slides his tongue across my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I open my mouth slightly, allowing his tongue in.
We make out for a couple of minutes, and I pull away. "I think I'm ready," I announce. I wanted to take things slow in our relationship, and we had made it this far.
"Are you sure, babe?"
"Yeah, I am."
"Alright," he smirks.
Mitch's POV
I wake up in the morning to a raging headache, and my curtains blinding me.
Maybe Scott was right.
Perhaps we shouldn't have 'celebrated'.
Ugh, I hope I didn't do anything stupid last night.
If I remember correctly, Scott didn't get too drunk. Maybe he can recap me on anything Drunk Me did.
I waddle out into the kitchen to see Scott with a cup of coffee, reading his twitter feed. "I set out some Ibuprofen for you," he teases. It doesn't seem like a rude statement, but it was.
Bastard.
He sure as hell had a hangover, too.
I down the medicine and grab myself a coffee, complaining in my head the whole time.
"So, don't we have rehearsals a bit before we leave again?"
"Uh, yeah, to make sure we're all alive? I don't know. Don't worry about it, it's in like a week and a half."
"Okay."
"Did I do any stupid stuff last night?"
"Uh, no," he blushes. He blushes when he lies. What did I do?
"What did I do, you're blushing."
He starts to giggle. I can't tel if it's real or fake, but I assume it's real. He's a giggly person in the morning.
"What did I do?"
"You ate handfuls of shredded cheese."
"Really? Why?"
"I don't know! Maybe you were extra hungry? You could be eating for two. Could be pregnant," by this time we were both full on laughing, much to my head's disappointment.
"What?"
"I'm tired, okay! You only let me go to bed at like 3."
I laugh at his response, and go back to sipping my coffee.
I guess eating handfuls of cheese isn't that bad?
Esther's POV
Wow, I'm nervous.
Really nervous.
It's like 5 hours until Kevin picks me up. Where are we even going? What do I wear?
So many questions.
I decide to text him. He responds we're just going to a restaurant, but I need to bring a pair of shoes I can change into.
I go with flats, because Kevin and I are really close in height, and I bring converse to change into. I hate wearing flats.
Wait, what am I going to wear?
I search in my closet for date-appropriate wear, and then my suitcase from tour. I choose an olive green button up, unbuttoned, with a white top underneath. For pants I choose dark wash skinny jeans.
I then decide to ditch the flats, because really, if I hate flats, why should I wear them.
I also ditch the converse, and choose a pair of tan ankle-high boots.
Perfect. That was easier than I thought it would be.
Now I have to shower, do my make-up, and hair.
Should I do my nails?
Will he notice them?
Ugh, I'm way overthinking this. I decide not to do my nails, I never paint them anyways. They look fine.
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It's 7:30, and I don't think my palms have ever been more sweaty when it comes to something non-Pentatonix related.
First shows of tour are horrifying.
I opted to straighten my hair, and I decided to just do a classic smokey-eye make-up look. Simple enough.
I want to call Kirstie to tell her how anxious I am right now, but then she'd know about the date. And then she'd tell Scott, Mitch, and Avi, who would freak out.
So basically, I can't call the person I tell everything to when it comes to boys.
Great.
I'm trying to decide what to do with my extra 30 minutes when the door rings. Has it really been 30 minutes already?
I check my phone, and it hasn't. He's fifteen minutes early, which isn't helping my nerves. I grab my phone (which has money in the back) and answer the door. I shouldn't need more than money and a phone, right?
Sigh.
Kevin looks great, he's wearing a grey button up and jeans. I'm glad we're both pretty casual.
"You look great," I smile. He's obviously nervous, too.
"As do you, but you always do. Shall we?"
"We shall. Where are we going?"
"You'll see."
Kevin opens the door for me, and I climb in. He gets in as well, and starts the car. The awkward tension is building by the second, and I have no idea what to do about it. Kevin can feel it, too, and turns on the music.
"Why are we making this so awkward?" We say at the same time, and then laugh. Kevin and I used to hang out all the time and it was never awkward.
"We were never awkward when we used to talk all the time on tour," he says. Great, now he can read minds.
"I know. Let's just not have it be awkward? I don't know."
"Okay, we can try," he chuckles.
We continue to make small talk on our way to the restaurant, which is about fifteen minutes away, until we pull up.
I was wrong, I had never been here.
It was apparently some Italian place, similar to Olive Garden. That's how the menus made it seem, at least.
After a couple of minutes and ordering drinks, Kevin speaks up.
"What are you thinking you'll get?"
"I'm not sure. Maybe the chicken alfredo?"
"That sounds really good. I'm thinking of the spaghetti."
"Classic."
"Yeah.."
Once the conversation starts to die out, the waitress saves us from silence.
"Have any idea what we're getting?" She asks.
"I'll have the Classic Spaghetti, please. She'll have the Chicken Alfredo," Kevin orders, looking at me to make sure it's correct I nod and take a sip of my water.
My throat is extremely dry, and I almost drop the glass due to condensation and sweaty hands if that's any idea as to how I'm feeling.
I look around the little bistro, and it's adorable.
It's dimly lit in a nice way, and each seating area in our section is pretty secluded. It's almost full, which must be a good thing, right? It's also not too loud. The walls are painted grey, and they have pictures scattered over them.
"It's an adorable place," I comment.
"It is, I love it here."
"How did you find it?"
"Luck?" He shrugs.
"Pretty good luck."
"Yep."
We continue to converse until our food arrives. They gave us 'a complementary basket of bread sticks because our food took so long', but I didn't notice the time go by to be honest.
Kevin's spaghetti looks amazing, it has Parmesan and different herbs scattered around the red sauce.
Mine is also amazing. They served it over Penne pasta, and it also has Parmesan and different herbs. The chicken is grilled and underneath all the pasta and sauce.
After Kevin prays, we both eagerly dig into our meals.
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We both finish eating, and then decide to order dessert. The menu at the table has a few options, and it seems like all the desserts are giant.
"Wanna split something?" I ask. This'll probably be awkward, but I really don't care at the moment.
"Yeah. I was just about to ask that. What do you want?"
I skim over the menu, and answer, "I think the chocolate cake sound really good."
We order again, and the chocolate cake is almost instant. They must have it frozen. It comes with ice cream and chocolate drizzled over it, and it is giant, just as the menu said.
There's two spoons on the side, and I grab one.
"This looks really pretty," I laugh.
"Almost like you."
And now I'm blushing.
"Uh.. Thanks."
Not bothering to wait for Kevin, I take a first bite. The cake is delicious, it just melts in your mouth. It's obviously dark chocolate, and it has chunks of chocolate chips in it. The slice is double layered, and it tastes like they melted chocolate, then put it in to stick the two layers together .
"This is amazing," Kevin says, enthusiastically.
I nod my head in response, considering my mouth is full of cake.
I set my fork on the table to take a drink of water, and when I set down my water, I knock off my fork. Great.
Now I need to get a new one, it doesn't help that all the waiters are extremely busy. Kevin smirks and grabs a bite of cake, bringing it near my lips.
He wants to share forks?
Isn't that basically kissing?
I mean, we did kiss yesterday, but this is completely different.
I push my fear away and open my mouth, barely tasting the cake. I'm too focused on my ears, which feel as though they are on fire. Kevin then proceeds to take another chunk of cake and eat it.
And it's back to me.
I eat the cake, impossibly redder than last time.
"Blush much?" Kevin teases.
"I don't.."
He laughs, noticing the affect he has on me. He offers me the last piece of cake, which I decline, and eats it himself.
The waitress comes by, handing us our check.
I begin to take out my money, but Kevin stops me.
"I'm paying for it."
"Um, no, you are most certainly not."
"Esther, it's my treat."
"You've done enough."
"Oh really? Like what?" By now he's smirking, and I'm still blushing.
"Well, I ate off of your fork."
"My pleasure. I could say you've done enough for me, too."
"What have I done?"
"You've been our tour manager for way longer than you should've put up with us."
"Kevin!"
"Esther! I'm paying."
"Fine."
---
"And, our second and final destination," Kevin tells me as we park the car. He comes around and unlocks my side, and I step out and look around. We're at a park.
"A park?"
"To watch the stars."
"How did you know I like to watch the stars?" I light up.
"One morning on the tour bus back in Iowa."
"You remember that," I'm smiling, and Kevin comes over to me to take my hand. We're the only ones it seems, it's a pretty big park. Kevin lays down the blanket he was holding, and we both lay down.
At first, we're just touching arms and holding hands. Then, I get enough courage to put my head on his chest. He wraps an arm around me, and uses the other one to hold my hand, now.
"Thanks for tonight," I smile. It's been about an hour of sitting out there, just talking. It's cheesy to say, but this was one of the most amazing dates I've ever been on, I'm sad it's almost over. We're in the car driving to my house.
"No problem.." Kevin trails off. He seems he wants to tell me something, but I can't figure out what.
"You have something to say?" I tease.
"Avi's spending the night at Kirstie's if you want to come over.." he's smiling now. The awkwardness wore off after dessert, luckily.
"I'd love to."
Kevin suddenly does a U-Turn in the middle of a deserted road, "My house is this way."
---
I plop down on Kevin's couch once we get in the house, and he heads to his room to change out of jeans, apparently. He comes back in sweatpants and a sweatshirt, and I'm suddenly jealous I don't have sweatpants, I'm stuck in skinny jeans all night.
"Kirst left clothes in Avi's suitcase, if you want to change into sweats? I'm sure she wouldn't mind," he laughs, "And, I've already done the laundry, so they're clean."
"Okay."
Kevin directs to me to where the clothes are, and I find a pair of her pajamas. I take those, and change.
"Real smooth of you, getting me to spend the night with you on the first date already. I mean, I'm not even you're girlfriend," I tease Kevin. He smirks in response.
"Esther, would you like to be my girlfriend?"
"Of course."
And suddenly, we're both leaning in, lips connecting. His hands are in my hair, and my hands are on his chest. Again.
After a solid minute, he pulls away.
"Wanna watch a movie, Ez?"
"Sure, Kev."
"Okay, those are stupid pet names," he chuckles, finding a movie we both like on Netflix.
"Uh, babe?"
"Darling?"
"I like both."
"Me too."
Kevin sits down, and I lean into him. He puts an arm around my back, and we sit like that until the movie is over.
"Wanna go to bed?" He asks me.
"Yeah," I yawn.
The two of us head into his room (which is unshockingly clutterless), and he pulls back the covers. We simultaneously crawl in, and I become the little spoon facing his chest.
It seems to be our signature cuddle, which I love.
We're going to turn into Avi and Kirstie, aren't we?
HEllo all
hehe i go over board when writing with an actual keyboard
and sorry if the end is terrible, I wrote this all in one sitting with a 30 minute break for supper. Oops. but anyways, I started to run out of ideas.
i love you all, goodbye <3