Finding Me Out

I felt like the biggest bipolar bitch. While Demitri’d forgiven me for my bitchfit and storming out of my own apartment, I just couldn’t get over the humiliation of doing that.

When I’d explained this guilt and humiliation to Demitri, he’d just laughed and joked that I had a man period. “You are a guy, right?” had been his words, though it had been obvious he was joking “Cause, ya know, I’m starting to question it, with all your moodiness. I might have to check.” His last comment had made me blush like a fool and hit him softly on his arm, while he just smirked.

It was, at least, reassuring, that he was back to his suggestive jokes. It made me feel like he’d defiantly forgiven me. And a little later he confirmed that he’d forgiven me, by asking me on a date.

“You don’t have to, or anything. I mean, I guess I’m moving kinda fast, we’ve only known each other for a few weeks. But I thought, if you wanted to, then it might be nice. And yea, I feel like we really get along good when you’re not being a bitch”-that line had made me a little mad-“and I just really like you, and it’d just be one date. Pretty please? I’ll even wear a tie!” It would’ve been totally impossible to say no to that, even if I’d wanted to, which it turned out that I didn’t. Somehow I’d come to like him far more than I should, and even though it freaked me out a little, I was more excited than I had been for months at the prospect of the date.

Just to clarify, being ‘excited’ didn’t mean I had a boner. Nor did I get one just because I was thinking about my upcoming date. Or Demitri. Or how nice it would be to make out with him. Or how nice it would be to do more than making out. God, I felt like a perv sometimes. But still, no boner.

Most of the excitement had been replaced with nervousness by now, though, as I sat on my bed, biting my lip and trying to figure out what to wear. I always left things till the last minute, and it got really annoying sometimes. Demitri was due to arrive in ten minutes, and so far all I’d decided was that I probably shouldn’t dress up, since I wasn’t sure where we were going.

When I heard the front door click open I jumped even though I knew it was just Demitri arriving to take me out. I’d gotten a key made for him a few days previously, since he was over a lot and I was too lazy to get up and answer the door for him. I’d been carefully arranging my hair in the mirror when I heard the noise, and I quickly left the bathroom to greet him.

He was dressed about as casually as I was, in dark skinny jeans and a plaid shirt, (though he hadn’t forgotten his promise and was wearing a black tie) and he was holding a single rose. It was kind of adorable in a stupidly cheesy way, and I couldn’t help but smile as I walked shyly over to hug him.

The world always seemed a little brighter when he had his arms around me. I don’t mean my vision got any better, I just mean that I could appreciate everything a bit more, and I went all soft and happy because he was amazing and he was hugging me and it was great, even when the rose he was holding pricked my back a little bit.

“You ready to go?” He finally asked me, pulling away from the hug. His smile was all cute and sincere and he ruffled my hair after he said it. “Looking good by the way,” he smirked a little as he said it.

I couldn’t help but pout a little when he messed up my hair; I spent time trying to make it sit all nice and stuff. “Sure, but where are we going?” I asked, grabbing my favourite hoodie off the couch. The sky was clear and it was a pleasant enough night but it was still cold as fuck outside and I really hoped he didn’t have any stupid ideas about a moonlit picnic or something.

“Just wait and see,” he said, handing the rose to me and taking my other and in his. “Don’t worry, it shouldn’t be too cold where we’re going,” he added like he could read my mind or some shit, “I promise you’ll have fun. Trust me!”

With that he was pulling me out of the door of my apartment and away towards his car and wherever our date was going to happen.