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Chapter 12
Week 15- The baby is becoming more active, rolling around and doing flips. The baby's kidneys now produce urine. The baby's heart is pumping 100 pints of blood each day.
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It has been exactly 5 days since me and Clyde last talked. Which means today is Monday, and Clyde's picking me up in 2 ½ hours for our date.
I've been at the office all day, being hounded by Craig. As soon as I get to me and Theo's apartment, I paint my nails red, deciding that I was going to go with a red vibe tonight.
When my nails were finished drying, I jumped in the shower and washed the day away.
Grabbing my big fluffy black towel (If I were to use a big fluffy white towel, like those chicks in movies, my mascara would stain it), I dry myself off and wrap it around my body, along with wrapping another towel around my head so my hair could begin to dry on its own.
Sitting at my vanity, I begin working on my face. Deciding that tonight was a special night, I put on every category of face makeup, along with eye makeup. By the end, I was sporting a good highlight, bronzer, and blush, while also managing to pull off a winged eye look and red lips.
Taking my hair out of its towel, I blow dry it and straighten it. And then using a curling iron, I make small waves.
Before I managed to put my outfit on, my cell phone buzzes with a text from Clyde.
*Clyde Lyles:
Hey, make sure to wear something warm and cozy. Don't dress up, we'll be going outside. Xoxo
I put the outfit that I originally had planned back in my closet and took out a red sweater, jeans, and a blue vest. Realizing that I needed something more, I went back in and discovered a flannel scarf, which matched my outfit perfectly.
Going way back in the closet, I went to my shoe rack and studied the 5 knee-high boots I collected for fall. Picking the comfiest ones, I went with my plain, light brown ones.
Giving a satisfied grunt of approval for my outfit, I went and sat down at my vanity again, looking at the array of jewelry I have on display. After contemplating for a solid five minutes, I chose pearl earrings and a gold necklace.
Giving one final look at myself in my mirror, I smile and walk out of my bedroom door to the sight of Theo kissing a stranger up against the refrigerator.
"Cough," I said, too lazy to actually let the sarcastic sound out.
The guy instantly jerked away, while Theo glared at me.
"Hi.. um. I'm Zackie, Zackie Reyle," he says, brushing his blonde hair out of his hazel eyes and blushing.
"I'm Stila," I say back. His name just comes in one ear and floats out the other, I'm already used to greeting Theo's one night stands and trying to be polite. The only time I would ever see them again is in Walgreens or Olive garden.
"Want some water?" Theo asks him, his eyes filled with lust.
Before the cute gay dude answered, I cut in saying my goodbyes. "Well, it's 7:26, so I'm just going to wait for Clyde downstairs. Be safe, you two."
"Bye Stila baby, have fun... but not too much fun," Theo yelled after me, shutting the door and probably resuming the activities he was doing before I interrupted.
Going down the elevator, I felt nothing but excitement. Usually, on first dates, I'd be a nervous, ugly wreck.
Not this one, though. I mean, we've already had sex. We've already contributed to making a little human being.
What could possibly go wrong?
As the elevator door dinged, so did my heart. The doors opened, revealing Clyde holding a bouquet of flowers.
He was dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a white button-up shirt. He looked delicious, with his hair looking naturally messy.
"I was supposed to be coming up to you!" He exclaimed, with a disappointed look on his face.
"Sorry, my roommate was getting ready to Christianize our kitchen. I thought I should get out of there before witnessing a real life porno scene."
He laughs and runs to the main desk, whispering something to Frank before handing out the bouquet of flowers. They disappeared behind the desk, and Clyde ran back to me, holding out an elbow and gesturing for me to take it.
Smiling, I took his elbow and we began our journey to his impressive black sports car.
"Have I told you how beautiful I think you look, yet?" He asks, opening the passenger door for me.
"No, but you just did," I say and giggle, scooting my bottom across the seat.
Running around the car, Clyde got into the driver's seat and started his engine.
"So where are we going?" I ask him, playing with my loose hair.
"It's a surprise," he says back, his blue eyes focused on the cars in front of him.
Throwing my head back in frustration, I focus on the traffic as well.
The car was filled with silence, but not awkward silence. A comfortable silence. We were both contempt in not talking, and just thinking.
As we started itching our way outside of the city, I became nervous he was trying to kill me.
"Hey, Clyde. If you want to kill me, you could've done it in the city. You don't have to go such lengths to do so," I say, letting out a nervous laugh.
Clyde ignores me, the only sign that he heard what I said was a faint smirk on his perfect mouth.
After 15 minutes of dead silence, I decided to turn on the radio. I put the pop radio station on and Clyde groaned, changing it the oldies hits.
"Eww. Really?" I say, crinkling my nose.
"What's so bad about this?" He says, singing out of key to Africa by Toto.
"Well. This song is like 100 years old. We need to keep up to the hip people," I tell him, changing it back to the pop station.
Hearing the beginning of Bright by echosmith, I smiled and started to sing along. Clyde dropped the hand that was about to turn the station, and instead looked at me from the corner of his eye.
"You have a beautiful voice," he says, his voice growing deeper.
I stop singing and blush, thanking him and turning the music up louder.
We continue this way for another 45 minutes before Clyde finally pulls off the Long Beach exit.
"Long beach?" I ask him, perplexed.
"It's a pretty beach, prettier than New York City's coast." He says, pulling into the parking lot of a restaurant called Grotta Di Fuoco.
Getting out, I couldn't help but notice how beautiful the beach looked.
"Wow," I breathed.
"I know," he said, smiling and taking my hand. He led the way up to the restaurant's entrance, holding the door open for me.
"Thank you," I said, smiling.
Looking around, I admired the decorations and freaked out about the fact that everyone else sitting down and eating looked dressed up.
"Mr.Lyles, so nice to see you," a hostess greeted him, smiling and grabbing two menus without ever looking at me.
"Hello. Table for two, please," he said shortly, never actually looking at her.
"I hate people who throw themselves at me," he whispers to me, as we are being led to our table.
I nod in understanding.
As we sit, she hands us both of the menus. Glancing through it, I knew that picking a meal would be the hardest thing to do tonight. Everything on this menu had an octopus in it, and I was not a fan of eating ink or tentacles.
"Do you see anything you want?" Clyde asks me, closing his menu and leaning forward.
"Well... no. But I haven't read through everything ye-"
"They have pizza here. You can have a pizza if you want," Clyde cuts me off, smirking.
"Oh, they do? Thank god! I'm also pretty sure you can't eat mercury while your pregnant, and I know that seafood contains a lot," I babble.
"Oh really? If I had known that, I wouldn't have taken you here," he says, his eyes showing a hint of disappointment in himself.
"No, it's fine. Like you said, they have pizza! I'm totally craving pizza, actually. So you totally get good date points for this," I tell him, making up the lie from the top of my head.
"Next time, we'll go to an Italian restaurant," he says.
My heart began beating faster. Next time? Does that mean he likes me? All of a sudden, a bout of delayed nervousness enters me. Are we really doing this? Does he feel obligated to do this?
"Next time, huh?" I ask him, trying to play it cool and hide the fact that I'm freaking out.
"Totally," he smirks.
"Hello! I'm Aleisha, and I'll be your waitress tonight. What can I get you to drink?" Our waitress jumps in, interrupting our very important conversation.
"I'll have an apple juice, please," I tell her, blushing at my childness.
"I'll have one, as well," Clyde says, winking at me.
The waitress, clearly surprised at our immature drink orders, wrote them down and left to retrieve our apple juices.
"You can totally drink, if you want," I tell him, nervously pulling my hair back behind my ears.
"I like apple juice. I'll stick with it," He tells me, winking.
The waitress comes back with our drinks, luckily not in juice boxes.
"So are you guys ready to order?" She asks us, raising her pen as if to begin writing down our answers.
"Yes. I'll have the Ricco gnocchi, please," he tells her.
"And you?" She asks me after she finishes writing his order.
"I'll just have the Margherita," I say. "Thank you."
She smiles and leaves, giving me and Clyde some much needed quiet time.
"So how has the little peanut been doing?" He asks me, taking a sip of his apple juice.
"I guess good. My stomach has become massive. I've had to start wearing big sweaters, like this one, to work so nobody finds out too soon."
"Really? You don't even look big! I can't notice a difference, other than the replacement of alcohol for apple juice, of course," he says, grinning.
"All thanks to my big sweaters," I reply, smiling back.
Our food came and we started eating in silence.
As I bit into the first bite of my pizza pie, I couldn't help but close my eyes and let out a moan of appreciation. Opening my eyes back up, I see Clyde starting lustily at me, his fork mid-air.
When he notices me looking at him, he brings the fork to his mouth and diverts his eyes.
We finish eating, and I reluctantly let him pay the bill.
As I'm walking towards the car, he grabs my elbow.
"Watcha doing? The ice cream parlor is this way," he says, gesturing to the left.
I smile and follow him, excitement showing in my every step.
"So how are you liking tonight so far?" He asks, a hint of tentativeness in his voice.
"I am loving it!" I say back, smiling at him with a big grin and taking his hand.
He smiles at that and begins to brush his hands against the back of my fingers. Instantly, I get goosebumps.
"Are you cold?" He asks, a knowing grin on his lips.
"No."
We reach the ice cream parlor, and I immediately head to the line already knowing what I want to get.
"Hello, what can I get you?" The teenager behind the desk as, his finger poised over the cash register ready to start typing in buttons.
"I'd like a small cookie dough in a cone, please," I say.
"And for you, sir?" He asks Clyde.
"The same, please."
"Really? You like cookie dough, too?" I ask him.
"Yeah, who doesn't?! I'll tell you who, crazy insane people who belong in mental asylums." He says, throwing an arm around my shoulder.
"Here you go, that'll be $4.20 please," The teenager said, coming back into our view and giving us the cones filled with ice cream.
As I'm giggling at the number, because I'm clearly immature, Clyde pays for our ice creams. We begin walking towards the beach, as the sunset looms over the ocean.
As we come across the sand, Clyde stops me and sits down facing the ocean and eating his ice cream. If he didn't look perfect, I would have laughed at how much of a perfect picture he made.
I sit next to him, and we enjoy our ice cream in silence, watching the waves climb higher and higher and cloud over the sand.
After our ice cream is finished, Clyde takes the dirty napkins and puts them in his pocket, not even giving a second glance.
"Thank you for tonight," I whisper, too afraid to ruin the oceans beautiful sounds.
"Thank YOU," he whispers back.
After a peaceful 10 minutes of looking out at the ocean and deeply thinking, we gathered ourselves and walked back to the car, getting in and making the treacherous journey back to the city.
The drive back was even quieter than the drive to Long beach. With the radio off, and Clyde focusing on the road, I fell asleep to the sound of a quiet hum coming from the engine.
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"Stila, were here," I hear, opening my eyes and seeing Clyde bending over me.
"I'm sorry I fell asleep," I tell him, blushing in embarrassment and unbuckling.
"Don't be sorry, if that peanut is anything like me, he's restless and a lot of work. I don't blame you for taking the opportunity," he says, getting out of the way so that I could get out of the car.
We walk up to my building's entrance, awkwardly standing for a minute.
"Thank you again for tonight, I really enjoyed it," I tell him, shakily smiling.
"No problem, Stila," he says.
I begin to turn around and walk into the building. "Oh, and Stila?" I hear him say. I turn around and gasp when I realize he's right in front of me.
Slowly, he leans his head down until our lips are a fraction of an inch apart until finally, his lips touch mine.
Unlike that night 3 months ago, I could feel myself begin developing a crush on him. I felt a spark in our kiss, which felt like it lasted for 20 minutes, but in reality lasted for 5 seconds.
"I'll call you tomorrow," he says, his lips still pressed up against mine. Before I could respond, he was walking back towards his car, giving me a wink before he climbed into the driver's seat.
Standing at the entrance to the building I live in, I suddenly wished I didn't live here. I wish I lived with Clyde Lyles so I can experience that kiss every single morning, every single night, and the hours between.
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Chapter Twelve done!
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Song this chapter- Bright by Echosmith
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