water of the harbor. I was both relieved and depressed because I thought we were going to make out, hell hold hands, something…anything but the brush off. I decided that he obviously wasn’t interested because I have ‘ crazybigbrotheritis ’. I got a little huffy and opened the door to head inside.
It wasn’t even midnight for fuck’s sake!
"Where you going?"
I stopped.
I was...confused… again.
I had no intentions of making out in my front yard when Noah could come home early and ruin everything for the second time tonight. "I figured this was the end of the trip."
"Do you have to go?"
I should because you scare me. "No."
"Good." He got out and went to the back of the truck and dropped the tail gate. I followed and hopped up to sit beside him. Again he took my hand into his. "I like the view here."
I looked for the view and was stumped. The only view we had from the front yard was the small, yet immaculate yard of ours. Because we had never had a yard of our own, Noah and I took pride in the little yard. I looked at Chad. "What view do you see? The backyard has the view of the lake.”
"This one..." He said and cupped my cheek. "I like looking at you... I like you, Carrie."
The way he said my name gave me chills and I wanted so badly for him to kiss me. When he didn’t, I sighed, almost feeling relieved. Then I decided my bipolar emotions were pissing me off. "I think I like you too. You freak me out though. You’re intense, in a good way."
He laughed. God, I loved that sound.
"How so?" He asked. He absentmindedly brushed his thumb across my knuckles.
"Because I am super inexperienced with this stuff and I know you aren’t." I felt such shame at that statement, though I should be proud of my unskankiness . With Chad though, there was no defense, no Teflon, no anti-Chad spray. I wanted him.
"I’m not looking for any strange, Carrie. I like you. I can get sex anywhere."
I hated how blunt he was. I knew he was Mr. Comefuckme ... I didn’t need him reminding me.
"But I like you, and regardless of your brother’s bullshit, or the fact I’m four years older. I think we should go on another date before you decide to brush me off."
After about five minutes of persuasion, his persistence paid off. I melted and agreed to another date. He smiled and finally stopped talking and we sat for over an hour just holding hands and saying nothing at all. As first dates went, I thought it was strangely beautiful.
I should have kissed you
I should have pushed you up against the wall
I should have kissed you
Just like I wasn’t scared at all
Gloriana
Chapter Six
Hey beautiful…how’s my girl today?
As texts went it, was pretty remarkable. It was also how Chad had been interacting with me since the night of Shame’s bonfire. We would text or call, but either way it tended to be an all day thing. I morphed into a total girl every time my phone would chime a new message, or in the event of a phone call with the ringtone ‘ Animals’ by Nickleback would play.
Not the ideal song, but after hearing Chad’s sultry, rough voice sing it, it was all I heard now. This message however caused an entirely new slew of girl mush because he had said ‘my girl’ and I had no idea what to do with it.
Your girl?
I replied because A) I was either a sadist and he was about to tell me it was a slip or B) I wanted more.
Almost immediately I received a reply.
That’s how I see you these days. It ok?
I held my phone, gripping it as if the message would somehow turn to vapor. Was it ok he asked? It was more than ok, but not wanting to sound too eager and even more girltastic I replied with a question of my own.
If I say yes will that make you my man?
I was in the process of chewing my thumbnail to the quick when he replied.
Carrie girl I have been your man since the night you agreed to go all in.
Holy fuck ! I did the OMG dance. You know the one where you run in place
It wasn’t even midnight for fuck’s sake!
"Where you going?"
I stopped.
I was...confused… again.
I had no intentions of making out in my front yard when Noah could come home early and ruin everything for the second time tonight. "I figured this was the end of the trip."
"Do you have to go?"
I should because you scare me. "No."
"Good." He got out and went to the back of the truck and dropped the tail gate. I followed and hopped up to sit beside him. Again he took my hand into his. "I like the view here."
I looked for the view and was stumped. The only view we had from the front yard was the small, yet immaculate yard of ours. Because we had never had a yard of our own, Noah and I took pride in the little yard. I looked at Chad. "What view do you see? The backyard has the view of the lake.”
"This one..." He said and cupped my cheek. "I like looking at you... I like you, Carrie."
The way he said my name gave me chills and I wanted so badly for him to kiss me. When he didn’t, I sighed, almost feeling relieved. Then I decided my bipolar emotions were pissing me off. "I think I like you too. You freak me out though. You’re intense, in a good way."
He laughed. God, I loved that sound.
"How so?" He asked. He absentmindedly brushed his thumb across my knuckles.
"Because I am super inexperienced with this stuff and I know you aren’t." I felt such shame at that statement, though I should be proud of my unskankiness . With Chad though, there was no defense, no Teflon, no anti-Chad spray. I wanted him.
"I’m not looking for any strange, Carrie. I like you. I can get sex anywhere."
I hated how blunt he was. I knew he was Mr. Comefuckme ... I didn’t need him reminding me.
"But I like you, and regardless of your brother’s bullshit, or the fact I’m four years older. I think we should go on another date before you decide to brush me off."
After about five minutes of persuasion, his persistence paid off. I melted and agreed to another date. He smiled and finally stopped talking and we sat for over an hour just holding hands and saying nothing at all. As first dates went, I thought it was strangely beautiful.
I should have kissed you
I should have pushed you up against the wall
I should have kissed you
Just like I wasn’t scared at all
Gloriana
Chapter Six
Hey beautiful…how’s my girl today?
As texts went it, was pretty remarkable. It was also how Chad had been interacting with me since the night of Shame’s bonfire. We would text or call, but either way it tended to be an all day thing. I morphed into a total girl every time my phone would chime a new message, or in the event of a phone call with the ringtone ‘ Animals’ by Nickleback would play.
Not the ideal song, but after hearing Chad’s sultry, rough voice sing it, it was all I heard now. This message however caused an entirely new slew of girl mush because he had said ‘my girl’ and I had no idea what to do with it.
Your girl?
I replied because A) I was either a sadist and he was about to tell me it was a slip or B) I wanted more.
Almost immediately I received a reply.
That’s how I see you these days. It ok?
I held my phone, gripping it as if the message would somehow turn to vapor. Was it ok he asked? It was more than ok, but not wanting to sound too eager and even more girltastic I replied with a question of my own.
If I say yes will that make you my man?
I was in the process of chewing my thumbnail to the quick when he replied.
Carrie girl I have been your man since the night you agreed to go all in.
Holy fuck ! I did the OMG dance. You know the one where you run in place
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