Christ! My Dad Just Sold Me! **Ch 12** It's In The Way You Love Me

Chapter 12: 2-3-08. Another update!! This one should be short but sweet.  I just watched The Truman Show…freaky movie.  How weird would it be if the characters I was writing were real? Haha anyway rate, message, all that crap. xoxo
 
            Saturday came much slower than I would have hoped.  A few times through the week I saw other people from Thanksgiving.  Cassie was spending an awful lot of time around the house.  It was obvious there was something between her and Brendon. They didn’t try to keep it secret.  She would walk in and stick her tongue down his throat with little regard for whoever else was in the room.
 
            I also saw a few other people from the party.  One day Michelle came over and brought Parker with her. I thought they were here for Brendon but it turned out they just wanted to get to know me. 
 
Michelle was a lot of fun…too much actually.  One of her less intelligent ideas of the night was to play a drinking game.  We watched Grey’s Anatomy and every time they said a Mc name (i.e. McDreamy, McSteamy, etc.) we had to take a shot.  The next morning I woke up with a killer headache.
 
            Finally Saturday rolled around. I really wasn’t sure where Dave was taking me so I didn’t know what to wear.  I had asked Cassie for his cell number but she pulled a real b.tch move and gave me the pizza delivery number.  I decided on a brown strapless that could go from fun to fancy with just a switch of necklaces. http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/2975503/0~2376776~2374327~2374331~6001765~6001766?mediumthumbnail=Y&origin=category&searchtype=&pbo=6001766&P=1 (I didn’t look at all like the model though)
 
 I wore my hair in an up-do with the curls falling out.  I actually looked pretty killer.
 
Doorbell rang and I opened my door…apparently at the same time as Brendon. We both froze for a second.
 
            “Rebecca, you look…uhh where are you going?” he asked.
 
            “Going out to dinner with Dave,” I responded with a smile. 
 
            “Right.  Are you dating him now?” he asked without a hint of sarcasm or annoyance.
 
            “Not officially, no.  I mean, we only got coffee,” I left it at that.  Brendon nodded and we walked down the stairs where Dave was waiting.
 
He looked stunning in his jeans and open blue shirt with a white undershirt underneath.  He was holding a bouquet of various flowers. I raised an eyebrow and gestured to the mixture of flowers.
 
            “I didn’t know what kind you would want,” he stammered, “Rebecca you look absolutely breathtaking.” Brendon frowned at his words. 
 
I handed Brendon the bouquet, “Do you think you could put these in a vase for me?” I asked.
 
            “What do you think I am, a maid?” He responded rudely just as Patricia walked in.
 
            “Oh here, darling! I’ll take them,” she beamed at Dave as he handed her the flowers.
“So dear, I guess you’re taking my little Rebecca out?” she inquired.
 
            “Yes ma’am and we really must be going so we don’t miss the reservations,” he said politely.
 
            “What manners!” she swooned, “of course, of course, be on your way!”  With that she shoved us out the door.
 
Dinner was fantastic.  Dave really was as sweet as he seemed.  I had never had someone care for me before and it felt nice.  I apologized when I had to go outside during dinner for my 8:00 phone call with Julia but he wouldn’t here of it.  He actually went ahead and paid for dinner and said we could get something for dessert elsewhere.
 
            After my phone call we walked around central park.  He really was perfect.  He was a true gentleman and I loved it.  When it got cold he put his jacket around me.  We mostly talked about our families and friends but after a while he started drilling me on things.
 
            “Favorite color?” He asked.
 
            “Umm…blue” I responded.
 
            “What does your room look like at home?” He asked.
 
            “My real home? Umm well all the furniture is made out of cherry wood (my favorite) and the walls are all pink! I don’t mind pink now, but I used to hate it so once when my mom and I were arguing she was mad and painted my whole room pink while I was at school,” I finished with a frown. 
 
It really hurt remembering fighting with my mom.  Thinking back, I was always the one in the wrong.  Most moms would ground there children for yelling back, but no, my mom merely painted my room a color I despised.  Now that I realized it, pink had turned into my favorite color.
 
Dave could sense my discomfort and stopped and sat us down on a bench. 
 
            “You okay?” he asked quietly.
 
            “Yeah,” I smiled.  Mom would really have loved Dave, “pink is actually my favorite color.” With that I leaned up and closed the distance between our lips. 
 
He stayed still not wanting to push me but I deepened the kiss, licking his lips for entrance. Dave gladly accepted and wrapped his arms around me.  One was around my waist and the other was on the back of my head holding me steady so he could better access my mouth. 
 
When we broke apart I was breathing heavily and he grinned widely.  He took my hand and we stood up and continued our walk without a word.
 
            After a 15 minutes of walking hand in hand we reached the hotel once again.  Without a warning Dave leaned down and his lips crashed onto mine.  They weren’t hard, just desperate.  After a minute he let go and grinned once again.
 
            “I had a really great time and was wondering how you would feel about this kind of event occurring more often,” Dave slyly asked.
 
I was confused, “kissing?” I asked.
 
            “Well yes, I wouldn’t mind that happening more often but I was actually talking about the dating,” he responded.
 
My eyes widened.  Was he asking me out?
            “Just many reoccurring dates?” I asked trying to get a little more out of him.
 
            “Well…if you want but I was thinking maybe you wanted to be my girlfriend,” he still had that playful look in his eye but he seemed a little more reproachful as if he was worried about my response.
 
            I flung my arms around him, “I would love to be your girlfriend,” I whispered in his ear.  I leaned back for access to his lips. This lasted another minute before I pulled away. 
 
            “You better go, it’s getting late,” I didn’t want him to, but New York got pretty sketchy late at night.
 
He sighed, running his fingers through his perfect brown hair, “You’re probably right,” he gave me one last fantastic kiss that left me wanting more before saying goodnight and heading down the street. 
 
I stared after him for a minute but once I couldn’t see him I realized how cold it was and hurried into the hotel. 
 
My high still wasn’t gone when I got into the hotel.  I ran upstairs.  Sighing I lay back in bed.
You've got a way with me, Somehow you got me to believe,
In everything that I could be. I've gotta say-you really got a way

What did I do to get so lucky?  Life was starting to look up for me.

You've got a way it seems, You gave me faith to find my dreams
You'll never know just what that means, Can't you see... you got a way with me

It's in the way you want me, It's in the way you hold me
The way you show me just what love's made of…baby.