CH. 19 I don't do dates

CH. 19 I don't do dates

(Rosemary POV)

I was dressed, in dark colors of course. Black and grey to be exact.

I tend to go for more of the dark things then the light, I would say it's because of who I am and how I was raised with my abilities.

But maybe I just really like dark colors.

I looked at myself in the mirror and wonder if I looked okay, for this whole date thing.

I didn't really think of it as a date but when I saw that smile he had on his face when he said it was a date.

It became a date, just like that.

The problem is I don't do dates, I don't even like people but if it makes him happy I'll go through with it.

I didn't want to make his stay here uncomfortable, that wasn't my attention.

Yes, I'm blunt and maybe I can be a little rude, but that's just how I am and how I carry myself of course.

You have to build walls around you to protect yourself, you can't just let everyone in.

I walked out of my room, headed downstairs and making my way towards the kitchen.

My eyes widen when I saw everyone was gathered in the kitchen.

"Good Morning Rosemary," Mona said and everyone else said morning also. I responded to them and grabbed a muffin, working my way on eating it.

I felt myself being stared at so I looked up.

"Yes?" I asked them.

"So when are you guys leaving?" Hailey asked and I looked at the time.

"After breakfast," I said and Macy laughed.

"Jamison is already done eating." She said which caused me to look at Jamison finding him actually done eating and avoiding my eyes.

"Okay, well. Let's get going then." I said, Jamison quickly got up and made his way towards the front door.

My eyes widened and I walk towards the front door also. I heard Hailey snickering and Macy telling her to be quiet and that Jamison was nervous.

He was nervous?

About what?

I walked outside the house and headed towards my car, I found Jamison by the driver seat and I clicked on the car remote opening the car doors.

I was going to ask if he wanted to drive since he was by the driver's door, Jamison suddenly opened the door for me.

I raised a brow at that but said nothing, getting in and having him close the door.

I watch him make his way around the car and getting into the passenger seat.

I put my seat belt on and turned to look at him.

"Are you ready?" I asked him and he nodded his head.

"Okay, let's go," I said driving out of my driveway and pressing the gate button, so the gates could open.

"So what stores are you interested in?" I asked, I took a glance at him and found him already staring at me.

I turned my attention back to the road.

"I don't really have a favorite store, but anything that has clothes that I can like is fine with me. I like what you're wearing though." He said.

"Hmm. thank you." I said and a chuckle came out his mouth. I glanced at him and went back to paying attention to the road.

"Is there something funny?" I asked him.

"Yeah, it's just funny to me hearing thank you coming from you." He said which had me wondering what exactly did he even mean.

"Was it not a compliment you gave me?" I asked and he said yes.

"Then why is it weird thanking you for the compliment?" I asked him.

"It's just, it's you and you have this personality where it shocks me that you actually said thank you to me. You know what, never mind." He said but I wanted to know what he meant.

I was intrigued to find out why was it a shock to get a thank you from me.

I mean, I am not a bad person who is not polite.

I was polite.

Right?

"What do you mean, my personality," I asked him and I watched from the side of my eye on the way his eyes widen, he looks like a deer caught in the headlights.

"It's just... I don't know, you always have your guard up and I just think you don't like me that much and all, so it's weird hearing you say thank you to me when I gave you that compliment. I don't know, I mean it was nice receiving the thank you. I'm just not used to it, use to getting a thank you from you." He said.

I didn't say anything and just let his words settle in.

I pulled up into the mall parking lot and parked my car.

He got out the car and made his way around to open the door for me.

"You don't have to do that you know," I said and he smiled.

"I know but I want too." He said and I nodded my head.

"Thank you," I said getting out the car and noticing that the smile on his face widened.

A simple thank you have him smiling like that?

Hmmm.

We walked towards the Mall, side by side.

"Do you rarely like having your hair down?" He asked me and I turned to look at him.

My hair was up in a bun.

"What do you mean?" I asked him and he shrugged.

"I just figured that it's the same thing with showing your eyes," He said.

I raised a brow at him, he's been getting bolder lately.

In the Begining, he wouldn't dare talk like that or ask me those certain questions.

"Hmm, what's up with all the observing and asking questions," I asked him as we entered the mall.

"Well, I just want to know more about you that's all since we're going to be together." He said and for some reason, it felt like his words had double meanings behind it.

"You mean since you're stuck with me," I said, I pointed towards a store that sold men clothes, pointing that I wanted to go into that store. He nodded his head and we walked towards it.

"I wouldn't say I'm stuck with you." He said and I almost laughed.

"Really, considering that I bailed you out of jail and force you to work with me, force you to be my experiment and introducing you to a world you didn't know about. You wouldn't say you're stuck with me." I said giving him a look.

His face suddenly turned red.

"I mean, at first I was freaked out but you're not a bad person to be around once someone gets to know you." He said.

"So that's what you're doing, trying to get to know me?" I asked him, going through the clothing aisle. I saw a black sweater and my eyes widen, it was nice, looked cozy and would go with his eyes.

I pulled it out.

Looking at him, he looked at the sweater.

"You like that?" He asked, me looking at me.

I nodded my head.

"It would look good on you and goes with your eyes, they'll pop out more," I said, he walked up closer to me.

Looking down at me and for some reason, my breathing hitched.

I felt heated like my body felt hot.

I handed him the sweater.

"Let's look for more," I said turning around and going through the clothes.

I tried to calm myself down and went through the clothes.

Handing the ones I thought were nice.

"Okay, now do you want to pick anything in this store. Feel free and look for something you like." I said.

He looked around then look at how much clothes I handed him.

"No. I'm good." He said and I nodded my head, I looked at the clothes in his arms.

"If you don't like any of them we don't have to get them," I said and he smiled at me.

"No, it's fine. You like them and they look good." He said but I shook my head.

"Okay but it depends on if you like them," I said and he shrugged his shoulders.

It was true, he was the one that was going to wear them and it depends on if he liked them or not.

"You looked cute when you were handing them to me and finding the ones you like." He said.

I looked what?

I shook my head, walked towards the dressing room to the woman that was there.

"If you want you can sit on the lounge chairs in there while he's in the dressing room changing." She said and I nodded my head walking in. Her eyes widen when she looked at Jamison, I narrowed my eyes at the woman who was staring at Jamison as if he was the last man on earth.

Jamison spared her a glanced and walked up to me.

"You going in?" He asked and I looked at him, nodding my head as I walked further in, I shook my head at my behavior.

Was I bothered on the way she was staring at him?

If so then why was I so bothered?

I sat on the lounge chair and Jamison stood in front of a dressing room door.

"So I'll dress in the outfits and come out when I'm done putting each one on to get your input okay?" He asked me and I nodded my head, watching as he went into the dressing room.

Would Jamison be interested in the girl?

I mean, she was a nice looking young woman. So maybe it was someone who would be interested in.

I was lost in my thoughts when Jamison came out wearing a gray shirt that I had picked out with black jeans.

"How's this?" He asked me brushing his hair back.

"Good," I said and he smiled, walking back in.

He did the same with all of the clothes, I literally can make a hobby on picking people clothes out.

He finally came out with the last outfit which was the black sweater that's my favorite and the grey jeans.

"How's this one?" He asked me and I took a minute to answer.

"It looks good," I said.

"I noticed it's your favorite." He said and I nodded my head.

The girl from earlier walked into the lounge and she looked at Jamison.

"Oh, those pants would go great with this purple sweater." She said handing him a purple sweater she was holding.

I looked at the girl and Jamison looks at the sweater in her hand.

"No, I'm good. I like it with the black." He said picking up all the clothes on the hangers.

"Oh, I just noticed you had a lot of dark colors and thought the purple would look good with the pants." She said and Jamison tilted his head.

"I like the outfit I have on." He said and the girl nodded her head.

"Okay. That's fine." She said walking into the dressing rooms and collecting the clothes forgotten by customers.

"You know, she seems to be interested in you," I said and Jamison looks, nodding his head.

"I'm not interested in her. I should take this off also. Hold these for me okay." He said handing me the clothes and walking into the Dressing room.

I waited for him to come back out.

We walked toward the register and paid for the clothes.

"I'll be back," Jamison said walking back towards the dressing room with a shopping bag.

I thought he was going to go back to the dressing room to talk to the girl but he came back out instead dress in the black sweater and grey jeans.

My heartfelt weird looking at him.

"I decided to wear it for the remaining of the day." He said and I nodded my head, as we walked out of the store.

"We match." He said smiling at me and my eyes widened because it was true. We both were wearing a black top and grey pants.

How come I didn't notice.

Until he pointed it out.

Why was I even feeling this way?

(*Kassandra Speaks*)

Aww, Dolls, what do you all think Rosemary is feeling?

And what do you Dolls think Jamison thinks of Rosemary?

Also what in the world was that girl who works in the store trying to do?

Lmfao, Rosemary might be catching feelings and maybe was a little jealous. Give this chapter a

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-Kassandra Vivu