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starts to downpour, and then we need to find cell reception.”
He lets go of my face and jogs around to the driver side door. I try the passenger door handle and find it’s locked. It’s about the third time Phoenix tugs on his door handle that I realize what happened. Phoenix locked us out.
“Oh and this night just keeps getting better!” he growls.
I know he’s frustrated, and I know that there’s nothing funny about Phoenix being mad, but when mother nature decides to use this moment to release the heaviest rain storm I’ve seen in a long time on us, I can’t help it. I throw my head back and laugh.
“Really? You’re choosing this moment to laugh?” he yells over the rain.
“I wanted an adventure! I’m standing on the side of a back road in the middle of nowhere locked out of our car in a rain storm while holding a gold fish bowl. Now this is an adventure.” I barely finish talking before I’m laughing again, only this time Phoenix joins in.
“Come on, crazy girl. I think I saw a small pub not too far from here. We gotta get you out of this rain before you get sick.”
He grabs Bubbles’s bowl and wraps it under his arm, then grabs my hand with his free hand. We take off running down the road.
After walking for about a mile, we finally spot the small pub he saw earlier. We burst through the door, laughing, but our laughter is quickly drowned out by the sound of two girls singing karaoke on stage, horribly off key.
The pub is dark, smoky, and packed. Most of the patrons don’t pay Phoenix or me any mind, which I find strange considering everywhere we go in Lishoy, people, mostly girls, stop him and ask for pictures and autographs, but some eyes do stray our way, which makes me feel out of place.
A chill runs through my body and I rub my arms to try and warm myself up. Phoenix puts his arm around me and tucks me into his body. His lips on my ear, he says, “Let’s go to the bar and get you something to warm you up, birdie.”
When we get to the bar, we are greeted by a heavyset bartender with a very grumpy face. He nods and says, “What can I get for you?”
“I’ll take a water,” Phoenix answers right away while placing Bubbles on the bar top. The bartender turns his cranky eyes to me.
“I’ll just have a coffee,” I stutter. I blush when he gives me an are-you-kidding look at my drink request. I’m well aware coffee isn’t really what you order in this kind of place, but I do it anyway.
The bartender steps away to make our drinks. Phoenix swivels his bar stool so he’s facing me. “Sorry about all of this. This isn’t how I pictured the day going and I’m sure you didn’t picture it this way either.”
“Are you serious? This was a blast, even the running in the rain.”
“Yeah, right.” He laughs.
“No, I’m so serious. It was impulsive and exhilarating. Those are two things I’ve never had in my life, but things I’ve always wanted. When I’m with you, I always know that I’m going to experience impulsive and exhilarating things. You have no clue what that means to me, what you mean to me.”
It just happened. That last sentence came out like word vomit, but I don’t regret it. Last night, when we were lying in bed, Phoenix was honest with me. He opened up to me. It’s only fair I open up to him as well, consequences be damned. He means more to me than just a friend, he means more to me than just this list, and I’m sick of hiding that.
I was brave enough to admit that, but I was not brave enough to look at him while saying it. When I finally do look at him, all of my surroundings fade away. His gray eyes are carnal and focused. Before I know it, our lips are slowly gravitating toward each other.
Tons of thoughts run through my mind, but the one that stands out is how I can’t believe this is finally happening. Then the bartender places our cups on the bar top and says, “Drinks.” I jump back.
“Thanks, man,” Phoenix says. It’s not hard to hear
He lets go of my face and jogs around to the driver side door. I try the passenger door handle and find it’s locked. It’s about the third time Phoenix tugs on his door handle that I realize what happened. Phoenix locked us out.
“Oh and this night just keeps getting better!” he growls.
I know he’s frustrated, and I know that there’s nothing funny about Phoenix being mad, but when mother nature decides to use this moment to release the heaviest rain storm I’ve seen in a long time on us, I can’t help it. I throw my head back and laugh.
“Really? You’re choosing this moment to laugh?” he yells over the rain.
“I wanted an adventure! I’m standing on the side of a back road in the middle of nowhere locked out of our car in a rain storm while holding a gold fish bowl. Now this is an adventure.” I barely finish talking before I’m laughing again, only this time Phoenix joins in.
“Come on, crazy girl. I think I saw a small pub not too far from here. We gotta get you out of this rain before you get sick.”
He grabs Bubbles’s bowl and wraps it under his arm, then grabs my hand with his free hand. We take off running down the road.
After walking for about a mile, we finally spot the small pub he saw earlier. We burst through the door, laughing, but our laughter is quickly drowned out by the sound of two girls singing karaoke on stage, horribly off key.
The pub is dark, smoky, and packed. Most of the patrons don’t pay Phoenix or me any mind, which I find strange considering everywhere we go in Lishoy, people, mostly girls, stop him and ask for pictures and autographs, but some eyes do stray our way, which makes me feel out of place.
A chill runs through my body and I rub my arms to try and warm myself up. Phoenix puts his arm around me and tucks me into his body. His lips on my ear, he says, “Let’s go to the bar and get you something to warm you up, birdie.”
When we get to the bar, we are greeted by a heavyset bartender with a very grumpy face. He nods and says, “What can I get for you?”
“I’ll take a water,” Phoenix answers right away while placing Bubbles on the bar top. The bartender turns his cranky eyes to me.
“I’ll just have a coffee,” I stutter. I blush when he gives me an are-you-kidding look at my drink request. I’m well aware coffee isn’t really what you order in this kind of place, but I do it anyway.
The bartender steps away to make our drinks. Phoenix swivels his bar stool so he’s facing me. “Sorry about all of this. This isn’t how I pictured the day going and I’m sure you didn’t picture it this way either.”
“Are you serious? This was a blast, even the running in the rain.”
“Yeah, right.” He laughs.
“No, I’m so serious. It was impulsive and exhilarating. Those are two things I’ve never had in my life, but things I’ve always wanted. When I’m with you, I always know that I’m going to experience impulsive and exhilarating things. You have no clue what that means to me, what you mean to me.”
It just happened. That last sentence came out like word vomit, but I don’t regret it. Last night, when we were lying in bed, Phoenix was honest with me. He opened up to me. It’s only fair I open up to him as well, consequences be damned. He means more to me than just a friend, he means more to me than just this list, and I’m sick of hiding that.
I was brave enough to admit that, but I was not brave enough to look at him while saying it. When I finally do look at him, all of my surroundings fade away. His gray eyes are carnal and focused. Before I know it, our lips are slowly gravitating toward each other.
Tons of thoughts run through my mind, but the one that stands out is how I can’t believe this is finally happening. Then the bartender places our cups on the bar top and says, “Drinks.” I jump back.
“Thanks, man,” Phoenix says. It’s not hard to hear
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