This is it, the day I finally go out with DeAndre. I'm both excited and scared, I mean after what Faye said about me needing to stay away from him and all...but I think he's a good guy, and she hasn't mentioned him anytime after that, so I think it's all good.
"Dom come down here, your date is here to pick you up and I gotta rush somewhere afer this so chop chop!!" Faye shouts from downstairs, I swear this girl thinks I'm dead or something, but instead of answering, I take my time with my twist out. Once I'm satisfied with my hair, I grab my hoop earrings and head out, I'll wear those outside, probably. "Hey beautiful" DaAndre wraps his arm around my waist as soon as I get downstairs, exposing the skin under my white fashionova crop top, but for once, I feel comfortable with that skin showing, I feel safe. "Hey, you ready to go?" he nods his head yes and after exchanging pleasantries for a few more minutes, we leave.
He follows me closely behind when we head out, "Hey uhm, if I may ask, what was that? That other time when you passed out in McDonald's, you know I haven't seen you since then and I've been meaning to ask." The one thing I'd been hoping he wouldn't do, ask about that, but I give him the most reassuring smile and say "It was nothing, I was just tired that's all" a response which I consider true, well it's a half truth, but who really cares. He doesn't ask about it again though, I know he's not convinced with my smile, but he doesn't ask again, probably out of respect for my comfort, which I appreciate.
He starts the engine of the red Saturn we're in, and before I know it, we're crusing smooth through New York, well the hood part of it at least.
"Where are we going?" I say, in a desperate attempt to break the silence and get my incident out of his head, he smiles at me, "I know what you're doing, but in terms of where we're going? You'll see" I usually wouldn't take that for an answer, but with DeAndre? It's probably the best answer I'll get tonight.
After a silent drive, and the horrible music he's playing in the car, we pull up to an abandoned parking lot with a truck at the end, he proudly smiles before turning to me and saying, "we're here"
"Where? My murder scene, oh goodness I can just see it on television 'The body of a 17 year old girl was found in an abandoned parking lot, sources say she was there with her valentine's day, who is nowhere to be seen' " He cracks up laughing, which is just what I was going for, and for a while, we just sit in the car laughing, and this, this is when I know, when I become certain that he makes me happy, and bubbly, and weird, he let's me be happy and bubbly and weird.
"if I do kill you, I promise to use your organs wisely, I wouldn't let a body like that go to waste" he smirks and moves his hands from the steering wheel to my waist, picking me up and putting me on his laps. The tension rises as I sit on his lap, facing him, looking in his eyes, feeling his length between my legs. He kisses me, first gently and slowly, but then quickly, almost as if he needs me for something, almost as if he needs to take his mind off something, and is as much as I hate being used, I could get used to this kind of being used.
He pulls away, which makes me both confused and relieved. Confused because I thought we were both enjoying that, and relieved because I needed to catch my breath a little. "I don't want to go into that tonight, I'm not using you for sex, Dom, I'd never do that, and it's too soon, and you'll probably be uncomfortable, so let's just head out, ok?" he removes his hand from my hips to my arms, reserving one hand to open the door. "it's cold out" I say, cuddling into his shoulder, he steps out with my legs around his waist, but once we're outside, he puts me down and lends me his jacket, something I never thought I'd appreciate, but I do.
"thank you sir, but what are we here for?" I ask, still trying not to be cold, "I love when you call me sir, and you see that truck over there? We're here to perform illegal organ transplants on you" he points to the truck across the parking lot and we both laugh.
I know it's totally unsafe and all, but him saying that makes me want to know what we're doing even more, doesthat make me weird, or just curious? Either way, we walk over to the truck, which lights up when we arrive, and finally I can see the flashing neon sign, 'Tacos' he did Express how much he loves these, but honestly? I didn't think he'd drive me out here in the dark at 7 PM just for tacos, either way, we make our orders and head back to the car.
"our date is tacos? Really DeAndre?" I laugh over the warm homey taste of the taco, which i must say, is the best I've ever had. "no, you'll see, just you wait."