Hey everyone! Sorry this was so delayed today, and you all had to wait!!
For being a guy, Ryan has an impeccable concept of time. He was not only on time to pick me up, but he wasted no time finding the restaurant and claiming our reservation.”
This place is newly renovated,” he says casually to me as I observe the drink menu
“There are so many drinks to chose from what do you usually have?”
He blushes, “Well I hate to admit it, but the Schmidt Logger is my favorite drink here.”
I smile, “Drinking beer at high-class wine and dine, you are a definite rule bender!”
“I still know how to have fun no matter how many suits I wear,” he replies, continuing the playful banter.
After the waitress takes our drink and food orders, we are finally on our own.
“So tell me have you always lived out here in Riverside?” he asks in a casual way
“No, I was born in New York, but my mom moved my sister and I out to L..A. Then I went to California State for two years, and now I am here.”
“Interesting, why have to settled here and not back in Los Angeles?”
Because it’s to close to Josh, and our past.
“Change of pace I suppose,” I spite out nervously hoping he catches my hint to change the subject.
Thankfully he does, and we continue on strumming down the list of typical first date questions. Ryan is one of three children, and he was born and raised here in Riverside. He was the top golfer at his high school and went to college on a full scholarship.
Oh so he is one of those Ivy League type of guys. Wonderful. My subconscious begins to say to herself. But then again you need someone different, who knows maybe you will fall madly in love with him, and he will be everything Hutcherson wasn’t.
But Hutcherson was everything stop lying to yourself. I push away all lingering thoughts and focus on the now, with Ryan. All to soon he is dropping me off at home.
“Well this was really great, let’s do this again, deal?” Ryan casually asks.
“Yes I would really like that,” I say smiling.
Before I can say “thank you for dinner,” Ryan leans over and plants a swift kiss on my lips.
“Sorry,” he quickly says slowly pulling back; something just came over me.
“No it’s fine,” I can feel myself blush, “I have had far worse,” I continue trying to lighten the mood.
Ryan chuckles, “You have a great sense of humor.”
“Thank you, no one has ever told me that.”
Liar. That is a lie and you know it Stella.
Ignoring my snarky subconscious I say one more “thank-you” to Ryan and step out of the car, giving him a gentle wave before unlocking my door and then slamming it shut behind me. Why am I in such a terrible mood all of sudden? Because of Josh, you are thinking of Josh you fool. I swiftly walk to my bedroom and throw myself down onto my bed. Grabbing one of my pillows, I pull it over my face and scream. Why is it that every attempt to make a clean break, a memory is pulled out from the deep and makes me rethink the whole idea? I can never catch a break, and I am tired of fighting.
“Stella grab the bags please.” My mother snips in her rude and ungrateful tone.
“Last time I checked you had two able body children,” I mumble to myself hoping she hears me yet thankful she doesn’t.
I climb out of the back seat of the car and walk to the trunk. We have only been here for fifteen minutes and I am ready to go back home. And not this new home in Oakwood, the one that we shared with Grandma. She was the only human keeping me sane, and now she is gone. A part of me would rather be under the ground with her then here in this superficial town, with superficial people, my mother and Natalie included. I grab the two large duffle bags and place one on each shoulder, shit they are heavier than I thought. Ignoring my weakness I grab the other two carry on bags and make my way to our front door. I can feel my grip slipping and my shoulders slouching less than thirty seconds in. I hurriedly pick up my pace, and keep my gaze on the ground, hoping my concentration will let me prevail. Just as I am about to look up I am hit smack dab in the side. I stumble to the right, and try hard to keep my balance but I lose.
“God damn it,” I grumble checking my hands and legs to see if I acquired any bruises on the way down.
“Whoa, I’m sorry I thought for sure you saw me”
“And I assumed the same considering I was carrying my body weight in bags I would stick out like a sore thumb.” I reply my tone laced with sarcasm. As I look up to see what asshole has bumped into me, I am greeted with the face of pure, teenage boy. Damn he is really cute, nothing compared to Bobby Nettles in third period lab. His hair is a little long, ending at the top of his eyebrows. He has a boyish smile, and he is patiently holding out his hand for me to grab onto. I reluctantly grab it, trying to remind myself that several minutes ago this charming, and oddly familiar looking boy ignorantly crashed into me.
“I’m Josh,” he says his voice a little high pitched, he obviously hasn’t hit puberty yet.
“I’m Stella,” I say faintly.
“Stella, nice to meet you, are you an actor?”
I blush, why I don’t know, but his interest is me is causing little butterflies to start to rise in my stomach.
“Oh no,” I quickly reply, “My sister is, and my mom figured it would be smart to move out here. She thinks she is the next big Disney star.”
“Sounds like you weren’t to excited about the big move?” he says cocking his head to the left
“God is it that noticeable?” I say with a smirk
He opens his mouth to ask another question but is cut off by mother yelling from the door,
“STELLA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? YOUR SISTER HAS A CASTING CALL IN AN HOUR AND WE NEED TO PICK OUT AN OUTFIT!”
“I’m coming,” I yell at her extremely embarrassed
“I take it that is your mom?” he asks
“In the flesh,” I retort rolling my eyes.
Josh smiles, and my heart stops.
“I like your sense of humor.” He says matter of factly
“I’m glad someone does,” I mumble as I finally start to pick the bags back up
“Do you need help with those?” he asks
“No it’s okay, I mean I have already been knocked down once, I think it’s highly unlikely it will happen again.”
He chuckles, “Well it was nice to meet you, maybe sometime we can hang out? I live here too, get’s pretty boring after a while.”
Oh my god he wants to spend more time with me? I thought this first meeting would be enough for him. I suppose I misjudged him.
“I’ll agree to it only if you promise to not knock me over next time.”
“Deal,” he replies, and with that he turns around and gives me one last wave.
Guess Oakwood won’t be that bad? This Josh character is holding a lot of promise, and I guess I can only wait and see how it will all turn out.