Chapter 20 - 50 First Dates.

Lance

I open the door and his smiling face is revealed. I still cannot get over how handsome this man in front of me is. I don't know how I got so lucky. He likes me as much as I like him, this perfectly made human, actually likes me. 

"Hi," I look at him with a wide smile. He is dressed in black slacks and a white t-shirt. It fits perfectly, all around his beautifully sculpted body. 

"Hey," he moves closer until I am in his arms and presses his lips to mine softly. There is a desperation to his kiss, I guess i feel the same. He is probably scared that after tonight i will end things but for now I am more than a hundred percent sure that I don't want to break up with him. I am going to hold unto him—if anyone is letting go, it'll be him. 

Pulling away from me slowly he rests his forehead against mine "I missed you," he mutters even though we just saw each other earlier. 

"I missed you too," I manage. 

The effects of the weed are starting to wear out but I still feel a little cloudy. I am dressed in the outfit that Jack picked out and as we walk out of my house together, I ask "Where is this date?" 

He smiles proudly "Somewhere special," he winks in his way of telling me it is a surprise. 

I am not really the kind of person that likes surprises, I have never been fond of surprises. I guess it's the whole getting caught off guard that gets to me. I like to be prepared for whatever I get myself into. 

I trust Ford completely so I will take this chance with him, I will let him do this surprise date and enjoy every moment of it. The ride is quiet, I feel a little light headed from the joint but I am excited for this date. I keep thinking about Patrick and his words. He gave me the assurance I needed and now sitting beside Ford in this car, I know what I am going to do. 

"Where are we going to?" I ask. The drive to wherever he has planned is long and I am already getting impatient. 

He turns around and faces me for a second with a bright smile on his face "Just wait and see," he grabs my hand with his right hand and focuses on the road once more. The electricity from his touch is still there and suddenly heightened. 

"You can't break up with me after the night ends. You have to give this a shot." his tone is firm. I know he has been thinking about the message I sent him. I couldn't stop thinking about it. It was the first time I broke up with anyone and the regret still lingers. 

"I don't want to do that anymore." 

He turns the steering wheel and releases a loud breath "You scared me. I thought I really lost you for good." 

He is reliving moments that I don't want to relive. I just want to be here with him. I just want to have this date and tell him the truth. I want to assure him that this would work. We have to fight. Nothing good ever comes easy. 

It takes us approximately about an hour to get to where we are going. My nerves kick in, just the thought of spending alone time with him is satisfying. I have never wanted to be with anyone as much as I want to be with him. The drive takes a detour to scary and dangerous as we drive along the woods. I should be scared or worried that he is taking me to some house in the woods to murder me—yeah, I know I am dramatic but I trust him completely "Are we there yet?" 

He chuckles "Almost." 

I look ahead and a house comes into view. As we get closer, I see it clearer. The house is completely made of wood and very cozy looking. The windows are crystal glass and there is a door of a different brown shade than the rest of the house. It reminds me of my childhood. I used to go camping with my dad and wed always chicken out and end up in cabin close to the campsite. Mom never knew our secret, she always thought we were going camping but we'd still try to have the camping experience but indoors. Dad would make smores, we'd light the fireplace, dad would tell me a scary story. But we'd end up in a cozy bed in each other's arms and a working bathroom. Jack used to call me a hypocrite for all the deceit but I miss those days more than anything in the world. 

"We are here." Ford puts the car on park in front of the house and I am already excited for whatever her has planned. He gets down from the car and runs over to my side, opening my door for me "This has to be perfect," he exclaims. 

"It is already perfect." 

"Wait until you see what I have in stock." he winks and grabs my hand gently into his. 

We walk into the cabin. The living room is dark, with both the windows and curtains closed. I am still holding Ford's hand tightly, I can't really see anything from the darkness "Lemme get a light," he lets go of my hand and I watch him run to a corner in the room and he switches on a lamp on a tiny table by the couch. The room comes into view suddenly and it doesn't look like anything special is planned. I see a blanket on the floor in front of the wall, there is a basket and a bucket with a bottle of wine and ice in it. 

"I thought we could have dinner and watch a movie," he is watching me with hopeful eyes. The fact that this is so simply makes me like it even more. 

"What movie are we watching?" 

I walk over to the blanket on the floor and notice there is a projector and a laptop on a table behind it. It is facing the wall. 

"50 first dates." 

He picked my favorite movie of all time. I told him the first time we met and he remember. The fact that he remembered means he was paying attention, the fact that he was paying attention means he genuinely cares about me. He was interested in me the first time he met me. This is not just a fling to him either. He likes me as much as I like him. 

"You remembered," I exclaim joyously. 

He blushes proud of himself at this moment. It means a lot to me that he remembered something so small and unimportant. This just means that he will be there for the bigger things. Like my birthday, graduation and other stuff. This is a first for me. Having someone that cares so deeply for me. 

I never want to let that go. 

"I have something else planned. After this, I promise it will be worth it." 

I don't know what it is but I am already so appreciative of everything so far. This night could not get any better. 

"Come on," he grabs my hand in his and for the first time in a long time I feel like everything is going to be alright.