On The Run: Original Work From The Tumblr Author

Chapter Eight

Lisedi

Me: Don't wear anything long sleeved to get yourself dirty, or to get caught in anything.

Aubrey: Sure thing. Be there soon.

My hair felt so boring. But I honestly didn't want to dirty my hair at the pottery painting studio, so a messy bun was the way to go. I was anxious about my date with Aubrey, so I sat in my living room couch, ready. Tati had given me a very simple, but adorable look. A black and white toronto raptors t-shirt, blue jeans, and black huaraches. I decided to wear big golden hoop earrings to still feminize my look even though my hair was up.

I went through various social media to fulfill my boredom, stopping at the picture Aubrey had posted of me yesterday. The comments were hilarious, and very few were sweet.

bellabisabel: @_flora34 but why tho?

tinytami: @raquellebelle so jealous, she's so cute!

reine_tyn: really Aubrey?? too basic, i can't

chrisballa: @big.denz this nigga get allllll the bad bitches.

I laughed at that last one. I continued to scroll to his selfies, and they were the cutest. Some of them were taken professionally, which was adorable. Some were pictures of him smoking a blunt, which showed the little bad boy side of him. In all, he was sexy.

My bell rang, and I excitedly got up. I made sure to not let my excitement be known when I answered the door.

This time, his beautiful, thick body was hidden in a black t-shirt, and grey jeans. He held another bouquet of flowers, and I couldn't help but notice the birthmark on his forearm. These roses were pink.

I smirked at him, "More flowers?"

"Until you tell me not to bring them anymore, yes," he smirked back.

I laughed before greeting him with a sweet hug. My arms were wrapped around his neck, and his wrapped around my waist. He placed one simple kiss on my neck before I let him go. The kiss sent shivers down my body, but I kept it cool. I couldn't let him know that.

"Even when you don't dress up, you look gorgeous," his eyes wandered all over my body.

I took the flowers from his hands, "Oh really?"

"Yes," he bit his lip, before looking me back in my face.

"Well, you definitely make that known, even if you don't say anything about it."

"How?" he licked his upper lip, slightly. That was something I grew to like.

I blushed, "Your eyes say it all," I slightly opened my door, "Stay right here, I'm going to put these up."

He nodded.

It became a routine. I tried to fit the flowers the best I could into a vase with the others, before leaving out with him. He was back with his rolls royce. He opened the car door for me, before I slid inside. He came in shortly after.

"Seatbelt," he reminded me as he put his seatbelt on.

"Wow, you really treat me like a child," I giggled as I put my seatbelt on.

"No, it's just as a driver, I'm responsible for your life. I don't want you flying out the window if anything happens."

"I won't fly out the window."

"You never know," he drove off.

We got to the Painting Pottery Studio, and I was so excited, words couldn't describe. And Aubrey could see the excitement all over my face.