"Hey, Adrien."
Adrien snaps his head back to me in surprise, his obvious nervousness makes me uneasy.
"Sorry, I was just thinking. How long have you been—" he pauses to run his eyes up and down my body, I self-consciously fold my arms across my chest.
"Damn, you look stunning. Now I feel like a douchebag in my motorcycle jacket. Thought looking like an asshole would turn you on," he sighs.
The uneasiness dies down at his humor. I let out a laugh, "Don't you know I'm a lady? I only go for nice guys who wear fanny packs."
He chuckles, "That can be arranged. I'm nice, super nice. I swear. I collect fanny packs for fun."
I smirk and roll my eyes at him, "Shall we get going?"
He shoots me a grin and nods, opening up the passenger seat door for me. I thank him and take a seat.
"So where are we going?"
"Well first, we're going to eat. Then I'm taking you somewhere special," he tells me.
I grimace and resist the urge to cringe, "What does that mean? Are you gonna kidnap me, fatten me up, put me in a well and starve me and make me rub lotion on my body so you can skin me and use my skin as a human coat?" The words escape my mouth before I can register what they are.
His eyes grow wide and he gives me a shocked-scared look, "W-What?"
Why am I so awkward.
"Silence of the lambs?"
He sighs in comprehension, "You need to stop watching horror movies, dude." He looks like he's about to be sick, I let out a small laugh.
"No, you just need to be introduced to horror movies, my friend. Starting with the Human Centipede. Great first date movie, super romantic."
He laughs at this, "I'd rather bathe in my own vomit."
"Coward."
"No, I just don't enjoy watching people get connected to each other from their mouths to their assholes with a tube, thanks."
I grin, about to retort when I hear the hum of a familiar song.
I go crazy, crazy, crazy for you baby.
"I LOVE THIS SONG!" I turn the volume up in his car.
He turns to me in surprise, "You listen to Aerosmith?"
I shrug, "My dad is their biggest fan, they're the first band I've been introduced to. You know he met Steven Tyler?" I'm not sure why I'm telling him this.
"No shit?" he almost swerves into another car as his eyes pop in astonishment.
He focuses back on the road and shoots me a sheepish look, hm. That was kind of cute. I give him a small smile, "Yeah."
"I would sell my own parents for a chance to meet Steven Tyler, he's my idol!" he tells me.
I laugh, "Maybe someday?"
He snorts, "Not counting on it."
That kinda lovin' turns a man to a slave. That kinda lovin' sends a man right to his grave...
"I GO CRAZY, CRAZY, BABY, I GO CRAZY," he begins jamming out, I laugh and join him.
Maybe tonight won't be as bad as I thought.
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"Aw, it's so cozy in here," I admire the restaurant he has picked, it's really cute.
"Yeah, I love it. I come here all the time," he tells me.
"Good evening, welcome to—" the waiter pauses as he makes eye-contact with Adrien, he breaks into a smile. "Adrien, good to see you!"
"Hey Tim, how's it going?"
"Good. You got that football scholarship yet?" he asks him.
Adrien eyes me from the corner of his eye and shrugs dismissively, "Working on it. Can we get a table please?"
Tim studies Adrien and nods slowly, as though noticing me for the first time. "And who's this lovely lady?"
"Um, this is Clementine. We... Go to school together," he settles.
Tim smirks and nods, showing us the way to a table in the back. I scan over the menu as Adrien makes small-talk, I already know what I wanna get.
"You guys ready to order?"
Adrien looks up at me questioningly, I nod. "Steak for me, medium rare and water," he tells him.
Eek, red meat. No.
"Uh, I'll have a meat-lovers pizza and a coke," I tell him.
Adrien gives me a shocked look, "You sure?"
I frown. "Um, yeah? Why? Do they poison the pizza here or some shit?" I snort.
He looks baffled. "No, it's just really greasy food for dinner—" he catches my facial expression and his face falls.
"I'm sure," I cut him off harshly.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything by it. I'm just big on health because of football and stuff so I got a little surprised. I've never been out with a girl who ordered a whole pizza for dinner—" he rambles.
I roll my eyes at him, "Adrien, chill. It's not that deep. I get it, the whole football thing, it's cool. Besides, I'm not judging you for ordering RAW MEAT," I tell him.
He snorts, "Um medium rare is not raw, it's how you're supposed to eat it."
"Excuse me if I don't enjoy drinking ANIMAL'S BLOOD," I tell him.
He laughs. "Anyway. I'm sorry. I sounded like a dick," he apologizes again.
I roll my eyes, "I already told you it's fine."
"How about I buy you ice cream to make it up to you?"
I raise my eyebrows, teasingly pondering his offer, "What kind of ice cream?"
"Whichever one you want. And as many scoops as you want, even though that's really bad for you—" he stops himself and shrugs sheepishly, clearing his throat. "So, forgiven?"
Does this dude not get that when I say it's fine it really is fine? He's making it awkward and annoying. I sigh and nod, "Yup. Can't say no to ice cream."
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Teen Fiction"Clementine..." his voice is gentle, as though he's reading my mind. He searches my eyes, concern seeps through his features. I swallow the lump in my throat. I don't like this display of affection. I can take care of myself, I don't need his or any...
