Status: Complete.
Scribbles of a Broken Heart
Creative Surprises
“Can I open my eyes now?”
“No, not yet.” Garrett replied as he guided me up the steps.
“You’re not like…going to rape me, are you?” I asked.
“Naw,” he replied, “but would you mind too much if I did?”
“God, I’m dating a perv.”
“Hey! I resent that.”
“Whatever,” I said before stumbling across one of the wooden steps. His grip on my waist immediately tightened.
“We’re almost there,” he assured me. “Okay, this is the last step.”
He turned me to the right and I knew it was the way to his bedroom.
“Garrett, why are we going to your room?”
“You told me to be creative, so I decided to surprise you.”
“Um…is not…that type of surprise, right?”
“What?” I could hear the confusion in his voice.
“You know, like…” I couldn’t say the word, “Like a…an intimate surprise?”
“You mean sex?”
“Mhm,” I nervously responded.
“Only if you want me to,” he said seriously.
I knew that we had reached his bedroom once I felt the cold hardwood change to carpet.
Garrett led me to his bed and had me sit down.
“Keep your eyes closed, okay?”
I nodded in response.
Garrett kissed my cheek before I sensed him move away from me. I could hear him shuffle around the room, and I was anxious to see what the commotion was all about. I tucked my hands under my thighs and swung my feet back and forth; trying to patiently wait.
“Okay,” he pronounced. He kneeled down beside me and placed his hands on my knees to stop my kicking. Then he scooted so he was directly in front of me and placed something on
my lap.
“I can open my eyes?”
“Yeah, you can open your eyes.”
When I opened my eyes I immediately looked down. “You made me brownies?”
“Yep, I baked them last night.”
“Are they edible?” Garrett was not that great of a cook. He tried making Kraft Macaroni and Cheese once and it took his mom a week to scrub the burnt orange mix out of the pot.
“Stacey tried some and said that they were okay.”
“Stacey is five and you probably paid her to taste it.”
“She is two dollars richer,” Garrett mumbled. “Just taste them. I promise they aren’t poisoned. I’m living proof.”
I hesitated and looked down at the brownies. They looked the right color, texture seemed normal. “Do you have a fork?”
He turned and picked one up from his bedside and put its handle into my open hand.
I looked at his anxious eyes before I took a bite.
My eyes widened, “Oh my God. These are actually good!”
“And what did you expect?”
“Something that tasted not good.”
He feigned hurt, “It saddens me to know that you don’t have that much confidence in me.”
I was too busy eating the brownies to give a reply.
“Are brownies your favorite dessert?”
“No, ice cream’s my favorite. Brownies come in second.”
“So he personally baked the brownies to be more creative like you said.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“And what happened after you ate the brownies.”
“Um…we made out, talked, made out some more, and…then I went home.”
“That doesn’t sound like much of a celebration.”
“But it felt like one."
“No, not yet.” Garrett replied as he guided me up the steps.
“You’re not like…going to rape me, are you?” I asked.
“Naw,” he replied, “but would you mind too much if I did?”
“God, I’m dating a perv.”
“Hey! I resent that.”
“Whatever,” I said before stumbling across one of the wooden steps. His grip on my waist immediately tightened.
“We’re almost there,” he assured me. “Okay, this is the last step.”
He turned me to the right and I knew it was the way to his bedroom.
“Garrett, why are we going to your room?”
“You told me to be creative, so I decided to surprise you.”
“Um…is not…that type of surprise, right?”
“What?” I could hear the confusion in his voice.
“You know, like…” I couldn’t say the word, “Like a…an intimate surprise?”
“You mean sex?”
“Mhm,” I nervously responded.
“Only if you want me to,” he said seriously.
I knew that we had reached his bedroom once I felt the cold hardwood change to carpet.
Garrett led me to his bed and had me sit down.
“Keep your eyes closed, okay?”
I nodded in response.
Garrett kissed my cheek before I sensed him move away from me. I could hear him shuffle around the room, and I was anxious to see what the commotion was all about. I tucked my hands under my thighs and swung my feet back and forth; trying to patiently wait.
“Okay,” he pronounced. He kneeled down beside me and placed his hands on my knees to stop my kicking. Then he scooted so he was directly in front of me and placed something on
my lap.
“I can open my eyes?”
“Yeah, you can open your eyes.”
When I opened my eyes I immediately looked down. “You made me brownies?”
“Yep, I baked them last night.”
“Are they edible?” Garrett was not that great of a cook. He tried making Kraft Macaroni and Cheese once and it took his mom a week to scrub the burnt orange mix out of the pot.
“Stacey tried some and said that they were okay.”
“Stacey is five and you probably paid her to taste it.”
“She is two dollars richer,” Garrett mumbled. “Just taste them. I promise they aren’t poisoned. I’m living proof.”
I hesitated and looked down at the brownies. They looked the right color, texture seemed normal. “Do you have a fork?”
He turned and picked one up from his bedside and put its handle into my open hand.
I looked at his anxious eyes before I took a bite.
My eyes widened, “Oh my God. These are actually good!”
“And what did you expect?”
“Something that tasted not good.”
He feigned hurt, “It saddens me to know that you don’t have that much confidence in me.”
I was too busy eating the brownies to give a reply.
“Are brownies your favorite dessert?”
“No, ice cream’s my favorite. Brownies come in second.”
“So he personally baked the brownies to be more creative like you said.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“And what happened after you ate the brownies.”
“Um…we made out, talked, made out some more, and…then I went home.”
“That doesn’t sound like much of a celebration.”
“But it felt like one."
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