The Runt of the Litter

Chapter 6

I looked over at Frank, sucking my thumb.

"Are you ready?" He asked.

I shrugged my shoulders and he gave my hand a squeeze. I got out and walked up to the door. It was my date with the second guy who messaged me. I was coming over to his house for dinner.

"Hey, Gee," Pete said.

I gave Frank a wave and he drove off as I stepped in.

"H-hi," I said shyly.

"Hey, come in, I have dinner ready," Pete said.

I followed him to a nice dining room, there were candles lit and a nice, fancy dinner. How are all these dates so perfect?

"It looks so nice," I said.

Pete smiled, pulling out a chair for me. I sat down and he pushed it in as I giggled. He sat across from me and opened a bottle of red wine. He poured some into a glass for me and I bit my lip.

"I-I don't drink," I said quietly.

"One class won't hurt," he said.

I'm only a little kitten, little kitties don't drink alcohol.

"So, have you ever been on an online date before?" He asked.

"Only once," I said.

The food in front of me smelled so good. Not as good as Frank's food but almost as good. I dug in quickly before remembering that I had to l act like a big neko and slowed down.

"I've been on a few," he said. "So far no one is really sticking out to me but I saw your profile and you just looked so cute I had to message you."

I blushed, giggling happily.

"I, uh, I hope I'm not being too forward by all these compliments and stuff," Pete said.

"No, I think it's sweet," I said.

Pete smiled as we ate. I was so nervous before that I hadn't even realized there was soft music playing until now. I picked up the wine glass and couldn't help but smile mischievously. I've always wondered what alcohol tastes like when my brother drank it. It tasted a little sweet but also a little bitter. It was actually better than I thought it would be.

"So, your profile said you were unemployed," he said. "Are you in college?"

"No, I-I'm just...living, I guess," I said.

"I understand that," Pete said. "Just living life and having fun."

I smiled and nodded, taking a bite.

"Do you have a dream job or something?" He asked.

"No, I kinda just wanna fall in love and start a family," I said. "I just wanna be a stay at home dad."

"That's sweet," he said.

The two of us finished up dinner rather quickly and he smiled.

"I should've gotten something for dessert," he said. "Maybe we can go talk on the couch?"

I nodded and he took the glasses and we went to the couch.

"What do you do?" I asked. "F-for a job, I mean."

"I don't do much, just some part time jobs," he said. "Mostly I play in a band but, you know, we aren't very big yet so I'm not making enough money to completely quit working."

I smiled, finishing my wine. Pete refilled and I giggled. I knew Frankie would get mad at me for drinking and that made it just that much more exciting, breaking rules was so much fun.