Falling

Chapter Nine

Dawson's P.O.V.

What the hell was I thinking? I kissed her, I kissed Cat. I've known her for two fucking days and I kissed her. I'm an idiot. She probably thinks I'm so weird and will never talk to me again. I drive home as quick as I can and rush up to Dallas's room and knock obsessively until he opens it. "What the hell do you want," he asks and I push past him and into his room, "Come on in," he mutters and I turn around to face him, "I kissed her, I kissed her Dall," "Kissed who? That Catherine girl," he asks, obviously confused. "Her name's Cat and yeah," "I'm not seeing the problem here," he says and walks over to me. "I've only known her for two days," "And you kissed her,"
"Yes, you idiot I kissed her, my lips on her,"
"Then what," 
 "I ran out," 
"You ran out," he asks then begins to laugh. "It's not funny Dallas," "It's a little funny," he admits and I shrug, "what do I do now," Dallas pauses for a minute before he responds, "Well you should go apologize for just running out," 

"Dallas I don't even know what I'm doing. I haven't kissed anyone or hell liked anyone since Madison," "Yeah well fuck Madison. Listen, Dawson, I love you but it's been years you can move on. Not every girl is like Madison," he says honestly and puts a hand on my shoulder. "I believe in you. Now, go text your girl and make shit right," he says and pushes me out of his room. 

I sigh and walk to my room and pull my phone out of my back pocket to open into Cat and mines texts

Cat :)
"Hey, I just wanted to say I'm sorry for leaving like that, and about the kiss, I'm not sorry about that. I wanted to kiss you." -5:39 PM

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She forgave me. Thank God, now I'm able to breathe again. I decided to "grow a pair" as Dallas would say and ask her on a date. I have a date. What was I thinking? Kissing her is one thing but asking her out is entirely different. I could ask Dallas, though the last time he and Brook went on a date he got arrested so maybe it isn't he isn't the person to ask advice for. I pace around my room trying to figure out what to do. Granted our date isn't until.... tomorrow. Fuck it's tomorrow and I have no idea what to do. Great. Eventually, I decide I'm gonna take her back to the riverfront and take her to a nice restaurant. That should work, right?

Cat P.O.V

"It's tomorrow, River, I don't know where he's taking me or what we're doing or how to dress," 
"Okay slow down, Caitlin," River says as she watches me pace my living room. She refuses to call me Cat for some unknown reason but that's not the issue right now. Right now the issue is that I have a date. Oh my God, I have a date, with Dawson Grey, tomorrow.  A shiver runs down my spine as I remember the kiss we shared by my door before he ran out but, he said he was sorry and asked me on a date so all is well. I think. "Anway, I have to go my boyfriend and I are going out so you have fun panicking," she says as she stands and leaves. When I hear the door shut I let out a loud groan. She was no help, as usual so that's lovely. 

I'm standing in front of my closet looking at all my clothes when my phone dings. It's a text from Dawson saying we're going to the riverfront and to wear something nice. Nice, okay I can do nice, I grab my plaid tight skirt, a long sleeve black shirt and hang them by my closet then dig in my shoes till I find my black knee high heel boots and set them with the clothes. There, that'll look nice I take a deep breath and head back downstairs to see my mum watching TV. When'd she get home? "Hey mum," I say and walk over to her, "Hey sweetie," she says and looks at me with a soft smile. I take a deep breath and debate on telling her about the date but I should before she worries where I am tomorrow night, "I have a date tomorrow,"  "A date? With whom," she asks and I take a seat next to her on the couch, "With a guy named Dawson," "And how long have you known this Dawson," she says and I sigh, "Since we moved here," I say honestly and she nods, "Alright then sweetie, just be safe," she says and I nod before leaning over to hug her. 

I spend a decent amount of the night with my mum before we both head to our bedrooms to sleep, my frame still isn't here but maybe if this date goes well I can somehow convince Dawson to help me put it together. As I fall asleep my thoughts are consumed by Dawson. The boy that kissed me and now the boy I'm going on a date with.