I don't really want to give you guys a summary since there really isn't one...read the note at the bottom if you want a vague idea of the plot. As for warnings, this is rated M for a reason. You're reading it after looking at the Slash, yaoi, MM in the summary. Don't whine to me about its content. Thanks and sorry for any mistakes in the story but I don't plan to edit this until the end. Therefore read at your own peril.

EDIT: I looked over this chapter for obvious mistakes...I'm hoping there aren't any more tense changes...I swear, you should never attempt to write present tense and past tense stories at the same time.

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The Dates

the first date

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Heath-Nathan

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It went something along the lines of: crash, smash, ‘I’m so sorry!’, screech, ‘OW!’, bang.

Let me break it down for you because I’m sure that hardly made any sense. Any coherent sense anyways.

It started with a bar.

Things in my life usually do start with bars, like the first time I strip teased and the third time I got wasted but the first time I ended up waking up not in my apartment but in the dorm of a complete stranger. But I suppose the entire point of getting an education is so these things happen.

Moving on.

It started with a bar. And not just any bar, the bar. The bar where I spend all of my Friday nights with the few people I like to call friends. I’m rather fond of the lot. Acquaintances I have a plenty but these guys are just brilliant. Except maybe this Friday night where they had all decided to ditch me because they had dates or that favourite band of their’s was playing.

In other words, I was alone in my bar sort of sulking the night away. Usually I don’t sulk. I’m rather optimistic if I do say so myself, but I was this fine night. Although I don’t find it all that fine any more. So as I sulked, a rather attractive – blue eyes, black hair, strong jaw, you know typical heartbreaker – guy sat down beside me.

I think I almost choked on my Sex on the Beach. Yes I drink that shit. Yes I’m fucking gay. Shut the fuck up.

As I was saying, attractive young man sitting beside me, me choking on my drink, him ordering a whiskey on the rocks, me still choking on my drink.

“Are you okay?”

“Fi-fine,” I hack and even I don’t pull off sexy sounding hacks. I’m not sure anyone can. He raises an eyebrow and I attempt to smile through my hacks. I don’t know what possessed me.

He gives me a worried glance but the bartender sets his whiskey in front of him and he gulps it down in one go. I was a little upset at the loss of attention but really, was I allowed asking for more? He had been somewhat worried about me, which should have been good enough.

But like I said, things in my life begin with bars. This was the dawn of a new beginning. Literally. As it was approaching dawn outside.

“Soo…” I trailed, hoping that my small talk skills would earn me some attention.

“Mmm?” he hummed, and damn was it a sexy hum. I felt my heart turning to mush just listening to it.

“How’s…how’s life?” Have I mentioned that my small talk skills are nonexistent?

He arches an eyebrow at me but is kind enough to answer, “Dandy.”

“Dandy,” I repeat finding it to be such an odd choice of a word coming from him. He looked more like a ‘Good’ or a ‘Fine’ or ‘Ever since my eyes landed on you I have fallen in love with you so will you marry me?’ Okay…so the last option is just me fantasizing but a guy can hope right? RIGHT?!

“Yours?” he asks, and I grin on the inside because he’s keeping the small talk going.

“I’m sulking,” I answer, hoping the response will draw in his attention.

“Oh?” he asks, looking curious.

“Yes. I usually spend my Friday nights with my friends but they’re all off on dates or concerts. Maybe I should have planned something too…” I trail, possibly looking thoughtful for a moment.

“Maybe, but if you had, we’d never have met,” he replies, a smirk stretching over his lips. This time I raise an eyebrow waiting for a response. “My names Heath and yours, if I remember correctly, is Nathan, yeah?”

“And just how do you know my name Mr. Tall, Pale and Stalkerish?” I ask, downing the rest of my drink. It’s sort of sickening how sweet it is at the end.

“We have a few classes together,” he answers, smirk morphing into a wolfish grin.

“Please, do not lie. If I had a class with you, I’d remember,” I retort, completely sure in my abilities to find the most good looking of boys in my classes.

“Fine I lied. My friend’s in your classes and one day when I went to pick her up I saw you. I asked her for your name, because you’re just so eye catching you know?” he grinned. I eyed him somewhat suspiciously but settled for the story.

“So what’re you doing here?” I asked, drawing the conversation away from how he knew of me.

He swivelled around on his bar stool and leaned against the table top. “I did some research.”

This was about the time I was started to freak out and think this guy was maybe some psychotic stalker of mine who wanted to rip out my innards and frame them in his apartment because it turned him on. I had never approved of those movies my friends made me watch. Never.

“What sort of research?” I asked tentatively, motioning toward the bartender to get me another drink, although wouldn’t it be easier to gut me if I was drunk…? Well, who cares now? I’ve already order the drink.

“Oh you know, figured out some stuff regarding a certain cute brunet with sparkling green eyes and an inclination to wear tight black jeans. Which he really shouldn’t if he doesn’t want to get molested by someone one day,” he answered, swirling his third whiskey around with a smirk on his face.

“You know what?” I blurted out suddenly more from fear than drunkenness (for once).

“What?” he whispered and his voice was all husky and oh my God! He was trying to seduce me! And if the fluttery feeling in my stomach was any indication it was working.

“I…I, um…should get going because my…uh…um…dog, yes my dog needs to be fed. I’ll see you around Stal- I mean Heath,” I blathered on, trying very hard to get away. I mean as pretty as he was I had no inclination of becoming the appetiser to his fetishes even if they weren’t as grotesque as taking out my innards for his morbid fantasies.

“How about I pick you up Monday, seven o’clock? We can call it a date,” he asks me just as I get off of my barstool.

Ladies and gentlemen, this was where my greatest folly occurred. I was so eager to get out that my own mouth landed me my death sentence. “I’d love to! But I should get going no– ”

My feet had stopped moving and my face had twisted into horror. Had I just agreed to a date with the crazy psycho boy?!

“I’ll pick you up at your place then,” he said and I could hear this joy in his voice. This joy that probably reflected how much fun he was going to have butchering me. Oh God.

For a moment I think my mind is just going into overactive mode but then I felt his arm slide around my waist. I stiffened. He wouldn’t kill me in public would he? WOULD HE!?

“I promise you’ll have a good time,” he whispered into my ear, voice returning back to his husky tone that dropped too many suggestive hints for me to not blush.

“Th-that’s, ha! I have a dog! See you!” I exclaimed, walking toward the exit again. His arm pulled me back and he placed a kiss on my cheek. “I’m starting to get jealous of that dog of yours.”

“Well…you shouldn’t! Fluffy, that’s…that’s his name, is…very…um…friendly…” I trailed, wanting more than anything for him to unwrap his arm from my waist. I mean its nice being held my a good-looking boy and all but when he’s mentally unstable…

Or maybe that’s me. Hmm…

“So he’s like you?” he purred into my ear and my eyes widened at his words. Or rather the hot breaths he was pouring into my ear.

“He needs to be fed!” I shouted, maybe a bit too loudly as people were now looking at us, albeit they were all rather drunk people. I pushed his arm away and ran out of the bar swearing to never come to another one again.

Bars were the death of me.

x

It’s Monday. Six fifty eight. Two minutes before he comes and I get the feeling he’ll be here just on time. I told me friends about what happened. They all laughed. What kinds of friends laugh at you when you tell them that a psychopath is after you?

I’m honestly considering getting new ones.

Anyways. I made sure I wasn’t in tight black jeans…it’s just that I don’t happen to have much of a variety in the kinds of jeans I have so I settled for the dark blue ones. Hopefully that’ll turn him off.

I glance at the watch on my wrist. Six fifty nine. One more minute and I’ll hear the doorbell ring. Maybe I should just not answer it. I could pretend my dog died and I was attending to its funeral which was why I couldn’t make the date. Man, my imaginary dog is starting to help me out a lot. I should probably get a real one.

“Oo, look at you, all decked out for your date,” my friend Chris grinned at me.

“Shut up,” I snapped at him, eyes going back to my watch. Seven o’clock. The doorbell rang. My eyes widened. Oh God, I didn’t want to go. I don’t want to die young!

But before I can turn around and run to my room and lock myself in my own closet, Chris opened the door and I found a sexy Heath grinning at me. “Hey babe.”

“H-hi,” I said, startled at just how good looking he really was. I mean I had seen him in a dingy bar with the proverbial smoke all around us but now with the smoke gone and just a plain white background to stare at him with, he was like a shining beacon of sex. Maybe dying at his hands wouldn’t be so bad.

“No black jeans?” he commented, a small pout crossing over his features. I think I was turning into a puddle of melted Nathan.

“I, I could change,” I stuttered, staring at his casual apparel of a dark red t-shirt that didn’t leave too much for the imagination and his own tight, black jeans. Like I said, beacon of sex.

“That’d be awesome,” he grinned. I think I swooned and then made it into my room, where I promptly tripped over my own feet and fell to the floor with a crash! I was still on the floor when I heard a “Are you okay!?”

“Fine,” I mumbled, getting up. Way to embarrass yourself Nathan. I felt a firm hand wrap around my arm and help me get up.

“You sure, dollface?”

“Dollface?” I asked, slightly disgusted. Who calls anyone dollface?!

He of course grinned back at me. “Come on; change quickly so I can have my way with you later.”

My eyes widened. Oh my God, he was planning to kill me!

HE WAS A MURDERER! Or would be once…wait am I even his first victim? Does he target young, gay university boys? Oh my God, why didn’t I say my dog had died?!

He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on the corner of my mouth. “Don’t keep me waiting too long.”

I watched him leave my room and then tripped and fell a second time. But before he could come to my rescue I jumped up to my feet and shut the door in his face. Okay…remind me why I agreed to change for him?

I looked around my room and picked up a pair of jeans lying on the floor. I stripped off the ones I was wearing and struggled into the black ones. I glanced in my mirror and ran a hand through my hair. It was impossible to deal with so I usually left it looking messy and dishevelled.

I opened the door and found Chris laughing with the bane of my existence. His eyes lit up when he saw me and he practically floated over to me, wrapping his arms around me. “Let’s go hotstuff.”

So I had decided, in my head, that he had to stop with all the nicknames. I was not his boyfriend and even if I was, I refuse to be referred to as ‘babe,’ ‘dollface’ or ‘my Skywalker.’ Okay, I may settle for the last one but that’s it.

He led me out of the apartment and I heard Chris’s voice call out, “Remember to use protection!”

I’m pretty sure I was as red as a tomato. He was laughing, arm still placed around my waist which was somewhat disconcerting. What with him being a murderer and all.

“I thought we’d go see a movie and then party it up at my favourite club,” he said to me. I nodded my head, keeping my eyes to myself. We wait for the elevator and when it opens I feel very nervous stepping in. What if he kills me in the elevator? What if he’s like Hannibal Lector and eats people? Dear God, why did I have to get the crazy man-eating psycho as a date?

I swallowed thickly as we stood in the elevator, his arm gone from my waist. I threw a few glances at him from the corners of my eyes but he kept his eyes on me the entire time so I could never try and see what he was doing long enough. I’m sure he thinks I was checking him out. Narcissist.

We got to his car and it was this sleek red sports car with two doors and loud speakers. I’ll stick to my second hand, rust bucket thank-you very much. He grinned as he sat inside and I prayed to God, whom I recently got very in touch with, as I did.

The ride to the movie theatre was mostly quite and every time he turned into a quiet road I freaked out thinking he’d kill me there. The freak out was on the inside, mind you, on the outside I was as cool as a cucumber, my hands rested in my lap, nails digging into my palms. Insert scared shitless smile here.

“We’re here babe,” he smiled, his hand brushing over my arm. I jumped in my sheet and he gave me a funny look. I smiled back nervously, calling him a serial killer in my mind. “Well, I thought we’d see something a bit romantic or do you prefer scary movies?”

“ROMANTIC!” I screamed almost immediately. There was no way in hell I would let him talk me into watching a scary movie so he could get more ideas on how to kill me and dispose of my body in ways that would please him.

He chuckled, “Romantic it is.”

I got out of the car, staring up at the Cineplex and was greeted by a giant sign with this creepy girl clawing her way forward. Let me just say that after spending a car ride thinking about all the ways my date would kill me being greeted by such an image didn’t bode well for my health or Heath’s ears.

“Wow, what happened Nathan?” he said once my scream had died in my throat which felt somewhat raw. He was standing beside me and pulled me into a hug which I’m sure was meant to help my nerves but seeing as he was the root of my problems it didn’t. I resisted screaming again and attempted to calm down my smelling his cologne.

“Are you that against scary movies?” he asked, sounding like he was in disbelief. I wasn’t until I met you stalker boy. I just nod my head like some five year old kid. “Well I promise we won’t see one of those then.”

“Kay,” I mumbled as he led me up the stairs to enter the theatre. We got our tickets and were standing in line to get food when it happened. I noticed this jar full of red jelly beans and got all excited because I had this thing for guessing how many jelly beans could be in the jar contests. Which is exactly what this was. Heath noticed the attention I was giving the jar and gave me an amused grin.

“You wanna guess too?”

“Yes!” I exclaimed, almost jumping up and down. (Like the little gay boy that I am.)

He smiled at me for whatever reason, probably wondering how he’d cook me or something. I was too preoccupied with the jar. When we got to the front of the line I took off toward it and stared at the jar. I waved Heath over, his amused smile hadn’t left his face. “How many do you think there are?”

“Dunno, that’s why you’re guessing,” he replied, ruffling my hair. I glared at him for the ruffle not that it messed up my hair or anything but still. Murderers shouldn’t ruffle their victim’s hair. “I want two guesses,” I told him, quickly turning around to tell him as he went back to the girl who looked rather impatient that we had walked off.

However, just as Heath turned around I saw his eyes grow wide and I heard a loud smash! from behind me. I turned around to look behind me and on the floor was a mess of jellybeans and broken glass. “Fuck.”

There were a few loud gasps from around me and I didn’t have the resolve to turn around and see what Heath looked like. I suddenly heard stifled laughter and a hand was placed on my shoulder. I squeaked, partially because I was still suffering from shock and partially because I knew it was Heath and he probably had a murderous look in his eyes. I’m pretty sure we were going to have to pay for the damages.

“Mmm, you like to get yourself into messes don’t you Nathan?” he drawled from behind me.

“I…Sorry. I didn’t mean to. I think my elbow hit it and it’s not like I could have turned around with so much force except that I did and I’m sorry,” I said, my words collided together with one another. I looked down at my feet wishing the bar had never happened.

“You’re going to have to pay for damming the jar and the wasted jellybeans,” someone said from my right. I looked up to find what I’m guessing was an authoritative figure. Perhaps the manager. He had this coy smile on his face and I didn’t really like it.

“Of, of course,” I stuttered, already reaching for my wallet. God I hope this didn’t cost too much, I’m not sure how much money I had on me.

I felt a hand on my wrist and looked up at Heath who smiled down at me. “I’ll pay.”

I’m not sure why this guy wanted to pay for the damage I had caused but perhaps he liked paying for other people. And if that’s the cause, he’s my guest. “Thanks…” His smile grew larger and he looked up at the creepy manager. “How much?”

“You don’t have to pay in cash. There are other ways,” the manager whispered, eyeing me in way that didn’t make me feel comfortable at all. I was not some slab of meat that people could just eye. I was about to glare at him when I felt Heath pull me closer to him, arm wrapped securely around my waist.

“Money’s fine,” Heath hissed and the manager seemed to scowl, as if her was disappointed or something. I just really wanted to know what this was all about. I had broken a fucking jelly bean jar and now Heath was behaving possessive of me because the manager…

God.

GOD.

There was no way in hell! Right? The manager couldn’t possibly…

I was more than disgusted. I felt violated. Ruined. Visually Raped. And let me tell you, that was not a pleasant feeling, especially when you knew the one visually raping you was some dirty, old, lecherous, paedophilic, Cineplex manager.

I glared viciously at the man and waited for Heath to pay him which he did by shoving the sum of money the manager had stated when I was busy realising what the manager had meant. Heath’s jaw was set and he looked murderous. Which reminds me, why am I getting so comfortable with a killer?

“Come on,” Heath whispered in my ear and softly tugged my along. I let him lead me into one of the theatres and take me up the steps to the seat at the far back. You know, the ones that were made for making out because no one can look down at you since there aren’t any seats behind you.

Yeah, so we sat down in the middle of that row of seats, Heath’s arm still around my waist. I hadn’t realised it but Heath had a drink in his other hand. I’d like to know where that drink came from and what the contents of the cup held.

…Maybe it had some sleeping drugs in it…he could just lie and say I had fallen asleep in the theatre and now he was being a good date and carrying me home. Or date rape. The bastard. Not only did he want my innards he wanted to have his way with me before he took them. I can’t believe I ever found him delectably hot.

I turned to glare at him but instead ended up staring at his face as it was illuminated by the eerie light of the movie theatre. His face was shining underneath the blue light, black hair shimmering and pale skin glowing. I was a bit more than mesmerized.

“So, I didn’t see Fluffy around your apartment…” he trialed, turning to look at me with this smirk on his face that turned red with embarrassment.

“Uh…she, I mean he, yes because he’s a guy like I said last time when we first met,” I swallowed realising that I was starting to talk random crap. “He was sleeping, which is why you didn’t see him…He sleeps…most of the time…because he’s…fairly old…”

I had turned my body away from him and was attempting to focus on the screen. I knew he had an amused smirk on his face. “Old…how old babe?” he whispered, leaning in toward me. I think I was trying to blend in with my chair.

“Um…you, know…old…” God, I had no fucking clue as to how old a dog needed to be to be considered old. I was planning to be a writer not a fucking veterinarian. And this was exactly why.

“But I don’t know, Nathan,” he complained, whining out my name. Did he have any idea how hot that sounded?

“Um…well…in human years…he’s….er….fourteen,” I answer, praying to God that was considered old.

“Really? Wow, he’s been around for awhile…My friend’s dog died in about eleven years,” Heath commented. I didn’t dare look at him. Had I just said the wrong age? Did dogs live to fourteen? Oh God.

Oh God. Oh God, Oh God, God, God.

Was he laughing at me on the inside?! Shit! Why did I ever say that I had a dog to begin with?!

“Re-really?” I said, nervously. Suddenly the air in the theatre rose up a few notches. I fidgeted with the hem of my shirt waiting for his reply.

“Yeah, so what breed is he?” Heath asked. Why was he so God damned interested in my fucking imaginary dog!? I felt like crying.

Instead I turned around sharply, realised that he was leaning toward me with a sly grin on his face, chin resting in his palm. I leaned back in my chair, though I don’t know when I made it to its edge, and sighed. “When’s the movie gonna start?”

I, of course, was trying to lead the conversation away from my dog. God knows why he was so interested.

“Shortly,” he replied. “You never answered my – ”

“Can I have some of your drink,” I asked. It was better to risk being date raped than having to continue and explain my dog to him.

“Sure, babe,” he smirked, grabbing the plastic container and handing it to me.

It slipped right through my fingers.

NO! NO!

I slowly, very slowly, looked at Heath. He was staring down at his soaked pants. My senses finally kicked in and I grabbed the cup off of his pants and started spluttering apologies. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! God, Heath, I’m such a dumbass. Sorry! I’ll get you some tissues, on sec.”

Just as I got up to run down the stairs to get some tissues to clean up he grabbed my arm by my wrist and pulled me into my seat. I looked at him, eyes wide. Was he going to kill me in the theatre?! I had caused him enough casualties in the night…

“Stay here, that creepy manager’s out there,” he said, giving me a smile that I think he was forcing. I mean who the hell smiles when they have soda soaking through their clothes.

“No, it’s okay. I’ll get– ” The look on his face shut me up. It read something along the lines of ‘If you don’t shut up, I’m going to fucking kill you.’ Or maybe that was just me…

“Nathan, it’s okay…I’ll go clean up in the washroom. Besides I don’t want that manger to get his hands on you,” he said, a look of disgust crossing over his face.

“I’ll come with you then, I mean I ruined your clothes because I’m such a klutz and can’t even take a fucking drink out of someone’s hand without royally screwing it up and I’m so sorry Heath!” I babbled, feeling like utter shit. First I destroy a jar, now I ruin his clothes.

He got up, his hand still on my wrist. “I think I’ll take you up on that offer. After all, four hands are better than two.” He pulled me up and I hit him softly in the chest. Blushing like a retard I pulled away and let him take me down the stairs to the washroom.

Once there, I found it slightly disturbing that it was completely empty…I almost glared at him, thinking that he had planed the entire thing. He’d kill me here and chop my body into small pieces and flush them down the toilet.

I think I needed to cut back on all those psychological, murder mysteries I kept reading…

Heath walked over to the sink and I followed slowly. He had let go of my wrist at the entry to the bathroom as if giving me a chance to runaway. Maybe he was one of those murders who liked to toy with his victims before he finally killed them. You know, let them believe they had gotten way and then BAM! There they were under your bed with a fucking axe in their hands, ready to butcher you with an old style hockey mask on.

And the scary movies.

I ventured into a stall and ripped off some of the tissue. I took it back to the sink, wet it and proceeded to wipe the soda off of him. He was holding his shirt out for me as I wiped and bits of the tissue were sticking to his red shirt. I stopped. “The tissue keeps sticking…”

“That’s fine, better that then it stain, right?” Heath replied. I looked up at him, since he was a good two heads taller and saw that he had this odd smile on his face. I’m not sure how to describe it. I dropped the tissue I had been using in a garbage bin and got more.

I’m not know how long we spent in there but when someone came, he seemed to gasp, shout something along the lines of, ‘Fags’ and walked back out. I looked at the door, somewhat confused as to why they were being so rude. I was just cleaning Heath’s…pants…on my…kn…e…es…

This was about when I screamed like a girl and fell backwards onto my ass. Heath bent down and smirked at me. “You’re rather clueless babe.”

I blushed, hard and red and I really wish I had continued that conversation about my dog. It would have been so much better. No spilled drinks, no e looking like I was getting ready to give Heath a blowjob, no any of this.

Damn dog.

(It’s existence notwithstanding.)

I realised, all of a sudden, that Heath was getting dangerously close to me. It sort of broke me out of my inner monologue. “Nathan,” he whispered, and he was using his seductive voice. The low, husky and heavy one.

“Y-yeah?” I answered, my voice a whisper for all sorts of different reasons.

“I really like you,” he said, so softly that I’m not sure he really said it. But it hardly mattered if he had, because when he kissed me, God, when he kissed me I forgot everything.

It was soft and delicate, chaste and endless, sweet and loving. Maybe he really wasn’t planning to kill me. (I know, leave it to me to think of something like that…)

I felt his fingers trace softly over my jaw, brushing through my hair. I leaned forward into the kiss, hands curling between my legs. My eyes were closed and I don’t remember ever sharing a kiss that was so perfect.

His lips were so; they were so something and I couldn’t describe it. I just wanted him to keep touching me, forever and ever. He leaned forward, pushing me back slightly, as he rested his right hand on the floor, left still fisting and brushing through my hair. I brought a shaky hand up to his face and pressed onto his lips a bit harder, not wanting to break the sweetness of the kiss.

He was first to break away, and I could hear small pants for breath coming from him as he rested his forehead on my shoulder. My cheeks were probably a nice pink shade but, but I didn’t want this to end. It was nice. Beautiful.

“I can start to really like you,” I whispered back, hand lacing through his black locks, and it felt good, to have him. I think I overreacted a fair bit. I’d have to tell Chris to make sure I stopped reading things that made me over-react to everything.

“You smell like shampoo. Good shampoo,” he mumbled and I grinned, he probably was too. I wonder if he was blushing.

x

The nice, sweet touching moment of my life ended rather nastily as the manger walked in on us in the bathroom and all hell broke lose after that. I’m pretty sure Heath knocked a few of his teeth out.

But that was to be expected. Actually I had felt like hitting him too.

Fucking pervert.

Asks if he could join us. Now how am I going to treasure that moment forever like some chick in a romance movie?

Yeesh. People should be stopped before they ruin the perfect chick flick moments of others. So the genre I liked next to scary movies was romance-comedy. Sue me.

We were sitting in Heath’s car. He was dropping me home and he looked thoroughly pissed. I didn’t think the manager would get to him that much. I wanted to say something but feared that Heath would eat me. He didn’t look like the kind of guy who wanted to be talked to when angry.

So I sat there quietly until I noticed something. It was in the back seat. I saw it move. Then I heard a noise, I think Heath heard it to because he looked in his rear view mirror. The thing stirred again.

“Heath,” it moaned. I screamed.

The car went screech!

I think we nearly hit a lamp post but somehow Heath managed to swivel the car so that it parked neatly with the curb. That’s what you call perfection. Calm even in the face of creepy, moving things in the backseat that moaned out your name.

People honked at us, screaming profanity and a few gave us the finger. I glared back but was still too freaked out by whatever it was in Heath’s back seat. The more important question is, how and when did it get there?

“Heath…” it moaned again. I should really stop referring to it as ‘it’. I’m sure it was a human being…that had…somehow managed to get into Heath’s car.

“Jacob? Heath asked the thing in the back, which was now known to be a ‘Jacob’. Whatever that was.

“Ugh, Heath, he broke up with me. Why!? What did I do?! All I did was love him, maybe a bit obsessively but it was love, damn it! LOVE!” the Jacob cried. Aww, it had, I mean, the Jacob had had it’s heart broken. Maybe I should hug the Jacob.

“And you couldn’t have told me this when I got home. Why the fuck are you in my car while I’m out on a date?!” Wow, Heath was harsh. The Jacob had just had its heart broken.

“But Heath,” the Jacob whinged, “you’re all I have left. Will left me. He left me! Oh, woe upon me! WOE!” Did he always tress his last word like that? I finally got to see what the Jacob looked like when it got up and was under some of the light from the street lamp. I noticed that it was human and a boy. So it was a he.

A he that had pretty brown eyes and short, wavy brown hair. He was cute but not my type. “Your dates cute…” he said, giving me a creepy smile much like the manager’s back at the theatre.

Ugh, not another one.

“Key words, ‘my date’” Heath hissed, and when I looked at him he was glaring full force at his friend. Poor heart broken Jacob. He couldn’t have me or this Will character.

“Aw,” Jacob groaned and he fell backwards into the back seat. I blinked a few times and turned around to face the road. It was dark outside. I could see stars and dust gathering on Heath’s dashboard. Shame on him, not cleaning his car.

“Now answer my fucking question, how did you get into the back of my car?” Heath asked, angrily.

“Oh, I saw your car at the movie theatre where I had gone because my heart had been broken and I thought a nice romantic flick would have cheered me up. But then I saw your car and since I know how to open cars I got in since I knew at least you still loved me,” he answered. He didn’t seem to be very heart broken any more.

“Well guess what Jacob? I don’t fucking love you, now get out of my car!” Heath spat, glaring furiously at Jacob. Let me tell you, Heath’s glares equalled little kids peeing their pants.

Jacob gasped, in what I think was pain. “All for you date, Heath! One date and you forget you friend of fifteen years! Fifteen!” They’d known each other a fair bit. Bet it was nice to have a friend for so long.

“I met you at the beginning of his semester, what the hell are you talking about?” Heath said, and I couldn’t help but think Jacob was an idiot.

“This is how you repay me for fifteen years of slaving after you? Fine, Mr. Heath Johnson! Fine! But when this wench breaks your heart don’t you come crying to me!” he cried in indignation. Did he just call me a wench? Did this idiot even know what wench meant?! The bastard.

“Don’t worry, I won’t,” Heath answered calmly. Jacob didn’t budge. I then realised I had to get out first for Jacob to get out. Ah, the drawbacks of these fangled sports cars. I opened my door and stepped outside. Jacob came out after a few minutes. I think he was insulting Heath.

“You dirty, fucking, jackass, I hope you rot in hell with your date, the fucking whore!” Jacob let out as he stepped out of the car. I was right here. I hope he knew. And I was no whore, thank-you very much.

“Yeah, whatever Jacob. Just grab a taxi and go home, I need to drop him off,” Heath said from within the car.

“Bastard!” Jacob replied, stomping off into the night. I was really starting to wonder if his heart and really been broken or not.

Shrugging I sat back inside the car. “He always like that?”

“Sadly, yes,” Heath replied, voice strained.

“Sorry.”

“Thanks.”

x

When we finally reached my apartment complex and Heath had parked in front of the doors, I looked over at him and smiled. “Thanks for being so nice about me being a dumbass.”

“Mmm, who said you were a dumbass?” he smiled, hands resting on the wheel of the car.

“Well, I think Jacob probably did at one point,” I answered, grinning.

He laughed and gave me a smile, “The bastard. He’s the dumbass.”

“Yeah,” I said softly, leaning toward him. So I wanted a goodnight kiss? Was that too much too ask for?

He closed the gap and pressed his lips onto mine. The kiss was a bit hungrier this time but I didn’t want it to lead to some make-out session in his car. I tore my lips away and sort of fell out of his car, on my face, with a loud, “Ow!” He burst out laughing and I’m pretty sure I went scarlet red.

Why did this guy like me?

And did he still like me? Because so far this date had been pretty bad.

What with my imaginary dog, his plans to murder me and that creepy manager.

“Are you okay babe?” he asked, after finally shutting up.

“Why yes, thank-you for asking you jackass,” I huffed, bringing myself to my feet. I heard silence from his side and then a door opening and shutting.

Oh my God.

I shouldn’t have called him a dumbass! What if really was a murderer?! Oh God. Oh God, oh God, oh God!

I needed to stop taking his name in vain so much.

Instead of taking out his semi-atomic handgun, which I knew he kept somewhere in the confines of his tight pants, somehow, Heath slammed the door behind me with bang and pushed me against his car with a bit too much force than I thought necessary. Was he going to strangle me?

That wasn’t the case either. Instead he crashed his lips down onto mine and shoved his body flush against mine, his thigh brushing against me in all the inappropriate areas and his hands roaming everywhere and anywhere. My arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer if that was possible. I could feel this hot sensation burn through my entire body and the need to kiss him grew.

He brushed my bottom lip and I opened up immediately. He smirked in the kiss and pushed his tongue in to meet mine. I think I moaned as his thigh rubbed me harder.

But just as suddenly as he had started he broke away. He was panting and I’m sure I was too. He smirked at me and pecked me on my nose, walking to the other side of his car. “Call me jackass again and I might just have my way with you in public.”f

I swallowed, pretty sure I was flushed red and that my lips looked thoroughly fucked. “’K-kay.”

He smirked wider, sat down in his car and drove away. I’m not sure how long I stood there afterwards staring at where his car had been but when I entered my apartment Chris wasn’t there.

He was probably at the bar.

I’m not sure if I should have gone to that bar.

xx

Um, I had soooooooo much fun with this! I absolutely adore the story and I hope you guys liked it. I really needed something fun and silly to write after exams and this thing that happened to my friend. I actually began this for her but am going to wait a while before I give it to her. By then, maybe I'll have the second date written.

Which reminds me, this actually took me a while to write. A few days actually and this isn't exactly a series more a bunch of dates put together. I think I'm going to have this running parallel to another set of characters who also go out on their first date which goes somewhat oddly and then have them meet somewhere in the middle of it all. I hope you guys stick around to see all of that. Review if you liked it please and if you have something constructive to say, all the better.

- An Eccentric Caffeine Addict