Chapter 42 - Lunch And Dinner Dates.

Lance. 

Everything has been perfect. 

Being in a relationship with the love of my life, acing all my classes at school, having the best friend I could ever ask for. 

Perfect life. 

The only downer is the fact that I haven't to attend a wedding that I don't approve of in a couple of days. Everything has been happening in a rush. Mom seems excited and extra moody granted she is allowed to be a bridezilla. It is her day but I wish it would just come to an end already. There are boxes all over the apartment. We are moving the day before the wedding. Five more days to the wedding and I am in a frenzy. Everything is changing and I hate change so much. 

No one asked me if I wanted to live with John and act like a family. Ford has been quiet about everything. Things between us have been great, even though deep down I know he is not happy with all that is happening. I have tried to be there for him, get him to talk to me but he tries to avoid talking about his dad. He said he wants to stay in our bubble. Our happiness. 

"Where do you want this to go?" 

I look up from my clothes and Ford is watching me with the sexiest smile on his face. He is holding unto some frames that used to be on my table. My room has never been that homey. I never really had stuff except for fort my clothes and computer but now it looks even emptier. I hate moving, but I have no choice and I am glad I have Ford with me through this. 

"In that box over there." I point to a box labelled as stuff. 

He chuckles and walks over to the box "What would you say about going on a real date with me?" 

He drops the frames in the box and walks over to me by the bed. I manage a smile as he wraps his arms around my neck and looks at my eyes intently. 

"Are we allowed to?"

He grins and the one dimple on his face pops out, I reach for the dentation and slide my right thumb on it. He closes his eyes and I watch his reaction to just a touch from me. 

Mom is out for a dress fitting. I know for a fact she won't be back until later in the day, so we have the whole day at home alone. 

"We can go to the next town. Somewhere no one will recognise us," he lets go of me suddenly and then grabs both my hands in his. His offer is so tempting. I want to go somewhere I could be proud to call him mine. Where we don't have to hide who we are. 

"When can we do this?" 

He smiles.

Then exhales, almost like he is relieved I want this as much as I do. Ford still doesn't understand what he means to me. I know I am young, just a seventeen-year-old. I don't know much about life. I haven't lived long enough to know anything but I know for a fact that I am sure about how I feel for him. this is not just young love. This is not something you can say that will fade. The way I feel for him will never change. 

"Tonight, before everything gets mad?" 

It is a question but I agree immediately with a nod. He pulls me off the bed and most of my clothes fall to the floor. I ignore the mess and stand on my toes to get to his lips. The kiss is chaste. Nothing sexual about it but we are so engrossed in it that I don't hear the door open until Jack walks into the room. 

"Get a room," he shrieks. I pull away from Ford and he laughs "Oh wait, you are in a room already." 

Jack doesn't read the room and jumps on the bed, ruffling the sheets in the process. He looks up at us with a smile on his face "Did I interrupt something?"

I roll my eyes and Ford just gives him a smile. Ford likes Jack. Well, I didn't expect anything more considering Jack is his number one supporter. 

"No, you aren't" he lets go of me and goes to the corner of the room. I watch him grab his phone and keys from the table. Slowly walking back to me he grabs my hand again "I will pick you up by 7?"

He is talking about our date. I already can't wait to spend more time with him. alone time with the love of my life is all I ever ask for. he kisses me on my lips and walks out of the room and not long after I hear the door shut. 

"You have a date tonight?"

I nod. 

He sits up on the bed and crosses his legs "You guys are taking this seriously. I am proud of you." He exclaims. 

I smile sheepishly because I am proud of myself. This is all thanks to Patrick. I know Ford doesn't like him but I owe him my relationship. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have the courage to fight for this. I wouldn't have been brave enough if it wasn't for that night with him. 

"Where's mama dear?" he asks, picking up the clothes I have placed on the bed. I am supposed to have been done packing but a part of me is procrastinating on this. I don't want to move; I don't want to leave my best friend. The fact that we have been together all my life and now I have to live so far away is what hurts. Yes, I would be closer to Ford but not in the way I really want to be. 

I don't want to be moving in with him as a brother. I want to be moving in with him as my boyfriend, as my lover as my future husband. This is the 21st century, getting married is legal in almost all states in the united states. It is possible to be with him for the rest of my life in that way, but how possible will it be when his father finds out about us. 

"She's all over the place," 

I roll my eyes. 

Jack grabs a shirt from the pile and raises it up in the air "This is mine," he raises a brow. 

I shift my eyes guiltily because he lent me this shirt months ago and I thought I lost it, so I never returned it back "You can have it back." 

He rolls his eyes "You can keep it." He tosses the shirt into the suitcase on the floor and I smile still thinking about my night with Ford. I can't wait to be in his arms. 

I already miss him and he just left. 

I hear a knock on the door and Jack jumps off the bed and runs out of my room to answer it. Jack is my real brother; he is the one I want as a brother, not Ford. Walking out of the door, I see Patrick and he has a smile on his face. 

"Hi." 

I walk closer and notice that Jack is sneering at him. he doesn't like him and I doubt he ever will. 

"What are you doing here?" 

Jack walks away from us without saying anything and I watch him enter my room and shut the door. I turn back to him and he is still smiling. I don't like the way he looks at me because deep down, I know why he is looking at me. 

"I was wondering if we could grab a quick lunch together?" he looks expectant and honestly, I don't have the will to refuse him. I feel indebted to him, he is a very nice guy. I like hanging out with him. there is no problem in having lunch with him.

"sure. Let me just grab my phone from my room." He nods and I walk back into the room. Jack looks up from his phone.

"I'm going for lunch with Patrick. Do you want anything?"

"Why?"

I crease my brows "cause I am hungry, he is hungry. You want to join us?" I know he is trying to find a way to convince me not to go for this lunch. 

He stands up from the bed "Yes I will. We will take my car since we can't all fit on his motorcycle." I sigh because I don't know what he is up to. He jumped at the opportunity too fast. I know jack. He is up to something. 

Hurriedly I see him walk out of my room and straight to Patrick "We're taking my car, come on." 

Patrick furrows his brows in confusion and I explain to him "I asked him to join us." 

"Don't want to be alone with me?"

I laugh nervously "No, I like hanging out with you. He's just hungry." 

He raises a brow in disbelief and I manage a nervous smile "Okay If you say so." 

We walk out of the house and I hope Jack doesn't do anything at this lunch because all I want to think about is Ford and our night together.