“Wha-?” She turned and saw the roses immediately taken. “They’ll be here for you to fawn over whenever we return from our date.” She pushed out her lower lip and watched the flowers in awe as they stepped out the front door. “But.. But..” She whispered and as he locked the door began walking to the car. “Oh, you’ll need to put on the ballet flats that are in the back seat, you’ll die in your stilettos.” She looked at him and gave him the eye as if she was trying to read him then sighed heavily. “Fine but only because you asked oh so nicely.” She climbed into the car turning around and grabbing the ballet flats. “Cute and look they even match my outfit.” She gave him a wink before turning back around in the seat and kicking off her stilettos replacing them with the ballet flats. Buckling herself she turned to him and raised an eyebrow. “Come on tell me where we’re going!” She looked at him and gave her best smile pleading him with her eyes.
Rolling his eyes at her remark about how the shoes he had randomly grabbed for her actually matched her outfit, Sam waited until she was buckled into her seat before he turned toward her, gently cupping her cheek in the palm of his hand. “No hints, not tonight. I want to, but I want this to be a surprise. I’ve been…distant lately, and I just want tonight to be about you and I, as if we’re the only two who actually matter in this world, okay?” Slowly leaning in, he pressed his lips to the tip of her nose, pulling back before throwing the car into drive and taking off down the driveway, taking several back roads to the fairgrounds, hoping to confuse Abbie as to where he was taking her for their date. The night sky was pitch black, the moon in front of the dark, silk clouds, illuminating the roads. “Just sit back and enjoy the ride, Abbz.” He smirked, chuckling to himself as they pulled into the gravel parking lot, parking so her back was to the fairgrounds. “Three seconds and you can turn around…” he peeked out of the corner of his eye, before he began counting. “Three…two…one…” Just as the syllable left his lips, the entire carnival lit up from the complete darkness that it was just three seconds prior. “This,” he murmured, pointing out the window, “is our date. We have the entire place to ourselves.” He turned back to her, wanting so badly to see the reaction on her face.
Rolling her eyes when she heard him at the door she got up and taking a final glance in the mirror making sure everything was perfect. “Okay..” She whispered to herself walking over to the door and pulling it open. “You…look…damn, Abbz.” Looking at him in his casual attire she felt slightly overdressed but at the same time they dressed how they felt comfortable and he’s never looked better. Biting her lip she couldn’t help the slight giggle that came from her lips as he scratched at the back of his neck looking at her. Holding his hand back she felt the sensation in her stomach turn from nerves to an overwhelming feeling of butterflies. “Are you finally ready to go? I’ve been waiting hours.” She laughed and rolled her eyes. “And what did happen to my flowers?” She teased nudging his slightly before walking down the hallway and stairs with him at her side. “So are you going to tell me where we are going or are you going to attempt to surprise me?” She looked up at him unable to control the feelings coming over her just looking at him.
As they stepped onto the wooden landing of the first floor, Sam glanced down at Abbie, trying to hide the smirk behind his smile. “Oh, you mean those flowers?” He pointed to the vase filled with two dozen white roses, sitting on the small podium next to the front door. “Look at that, I guess I am a great boyfriend after all.” He nudged her side, listening to her squeal in laughter, stopping so they could continue. “They’ll be here for you to fawn over whenever we return from our date.” Stepping forward, he opened the front door, holding it so she could step out onto the porch. “This is a surprise, Abigail, so don’t think you’ll be getting any hints.” Walking outside behind her, he locked the door and caught up with her, falling into an easy stride next to her as they made their way down the path to his car. “Oh, you’ll need to put on the ballet flats that are in the back seat, you’ll die in your stilettos.” Smirking, he jumped into the driver’s seat, waiting impatiently for her to climb in. The anticipation was killing him as he cranked the engine to life: he couldn’t wait to see her reaction when they pulled into the parking lot of the carnival and she would put two and two together, noticing that they would have the entire place to themselves.
Abbie didn’t even know what was happening. She was never this excited and nervous before, okay she was when Sam saved her life and they admitted their long term feelings for each other but this was a different feeling. Running around the spare room at Sam’s house she had no idea what she was going to wear. She had only packed all her old clothes mixed in with her favorites of her new clothing. Did he really expect me to be ready in just ten minutes?! She groaned and laid back on the pie of clothes she poured on the bed shaking her head. “Fuck!” She stood up and began the throw some clothes she didn’t want to wear onto the floor until she found her favorite half cut leather jacket, a loose fitted plain white v-cut top and a short dark blue skirt. Trying it on she felt there was something off so she pulled on a pair of see through leggings tinted the same color blue as the skirt. “Oh shit..” She groaned didn’t know if it all fit together right and she was nervous. Pulling on a plain pair of black stilettos that showed her toes she stood looking in the mirror again. “Calm the fuck down Abbie.” She went to the mirror and combed out her long straight hair attempting to make it look nice before adding some modest make-up, the kind that she used to wear. A light grey eye shadow with some eyeliner, and mascara, and some light pink lip gloss. Giving herself one final look in the mirror she fixed her necklace and added a random bracelet that matched. Her stomach was tossing and turning and for some strange reason she couldn’t breathe. It’s just Sammy.. She tried to remind herself but it only made her all the more nervous. Sitting down at the edge of the bed she stared at her toes trying to calm down.
Chuckling to himself, Sam sat down on the edge of his bed to put his black loafer shoes on. He could hear Abbie in the next room over, cursing as loud as she possibly could, and he imagined her rummaging through her clothes, trying to pick the perfect outfit out, completely flustered as random pieces of clothing flew across the room. Craving to walk the short distance to the guest bedroom, just to calm her down, he held back, knowing it wouldn’t be good for either of them. Instead, he finished pulling his shoes on, grabbing his black leather jacket from the back of his computer chair and slid it on, glancing at his image in the mirror. He had to admit, he looked studly in general, but more so when dressed in his leather jacket, with his dark-wash jeans, and a grey t-shirt. Leaving his room, he stepped in front of the guest bedroom, rapping three solid knocks against the wooden door. “Seven minutes, Abigail, or I’m leaving without you.” Laughing to himself, he decided to wait outside the room, glancing at his cell phone every couple of minutes. Truth be told, he wanted to recreate the date they were supposed to take the night before: to the carnival. Huffing, he turned to knock his fist against the door again, and right as his hand hovered above the door, it swung open, revealing Abbie in her drop-dead outfit. “You…look…damn, Abbz.” Lifting his hand to the back of his neck, he scratched awkwardly, his eyes traveling along her body. Pushing his hand down to meet hers, he laced their fingers together, smiling gently. “Are you finally ready to go? I’ve been waiting hours.”
I mean okay I’ll be ready.
Nine minutes, Abigail.
You don’t need a limo or candles or flowers
although that would be the cutest thing ever.
Just take me out and the sooner the better.
Okay. Get dressed, okay? Be ready in ten.
I said piss off I didn’t kick you out of the room..
Don’t say that Sammy.. You can do things right I just.. I was looking forward to an actual date not just hanging around the house and having sex for no reason..
Take me back. Let me take you on a proper date. Not one to my bed where we have mind-blowing sex for hours.
We’ll go on an actual date, Abbie. A real one. With candles and flowers and the whole nine yards. Fuck, I’ll even rent a limo, if that’s what it takes.
So you’re just going to say sorry and leave like that? No begging for forgiveness or offering another chance at a date?… Way to go Sammy.. Way to go..
You didn’t even give me a damn chance, Abbie. Jesus Christ. I can’t do anything right, can I?
No don’t Abbz me, so much for that date right?
Piss off Samuel.
Alright, if that’s what you want.
I need food.
I dunno, I usually use your room anyways so I guess I’ll have to deal with the boring spare room today.
You’re buying me cotton candy, I refuse to go to that stupid carnival without getting some form of cotton candy and a teddy bear. You can’t forget the teddy bears.
Abbz, you’re so demanding. I suppose I can buy you cotton candy, and possibly win you a stuffed animal. Fine, I will.