Meant to Be
Chapter 5 Part 1
The next morning I woke up to the sun streaming through my window. I looked to my left and saw Eric just staring at me, a smile on his face. “Good morning,” I said, returning the smile.
He leaned in and kissed me sweetly. “And a very good morning to you, too,” he replied. “Do you have any plans today?” he asked. I pondered it for a second before shaking my head no. “Good; keep it that way,” he said, smiling widely.
I chuckled as I sat up in bed. “Why am I not allowed to make any plans today Mr. Staal?” I asked. “Are you going to take me hostage in your family’s barn and torture me all night long?” I asked sarcastically.
He looked at me seductively as he got out of my bed entirely. “Not that that doesn’t sound tempting,” he said and kissed me, “but no. You are spending the whole day with me, with everything culminating up to our first official date,” he finished with a big smile.
I smiled and stood up. “And what, may I ask, are we going to do on this first official date?” I asked in a British accent. He looked at me like I had 2 heads. “What? Its’ fun talking in a British accent if you can do it right; like I can,” I said cockily, earning a swift smack on the head from one of my pillows. “That was not nice,” I pouted, rubbing the side of my head.
He smirked and wacked me again. “I don’t recall ever saying I was nice,” he said as he kept of smacking me. I grabbed another pillow and went after him.
“That’s my line!” I shouted as I smacked him right in the face, laughing as I did it. He playfully shoved me away and tried to make a break for the door, but I recovered and jumped on his back. “You’re mine Staal!” I shouted as I pulled him back into the room and got off of him. He then proceeded to chase me as I jumped onto my bed.
I threw a smaller pillow at him, trying to keep him off the bed, but it didn’t work. “You’re so gonna get it now Little Girl,” he chuckled evilly as he jumped on the bed. I went on the defense and held my pillow up in an attempt to protect my face. He just chuckled and hit me in the stomach as hard as he could, inadvertently knocking all of the wind out of my lungs. I started choking and fell to my hands and knees in the middle of the bed, on arm wrapped around my stomach.
He immediately fell to his knees beside me, worry written all over his face. “Oh fuck! I’m so sorry Jean! Are you okay?” he asked, almost sounding like he was about to cry. I coughed violently, trying to breathe as tears fell out of my eyes. He held me closer, trying to calm me down. “It’s okay, just breathe,” he said as he held me.
Once I was able to breathe again, I shoved him off of me and got up. “I think that’s enough,” I said and he nodded. We then both headed downstairs into the kitchen, where we found my mom reading the paper. “Morning,” I said as I poured Eric and I glasses of juice.
She looked up at us over the top of her glasses. “How is the happy couple this morning?” she asked, a smirk on her face. “You guys were making a lot of noise a little while ago; what were you doing?” she asked, eyeing me suspiciously.
I shrugged as I took a swig of my juice. “Eric here thought it would be funny to start a pillow fight with me,” I replied nonchalantly. “Where’s Dad?” I asked.
“He had to do a little running this morning. Are you planning on telling him about you two?” she asked, wagging her finger between the two of us. “Although he’s smart and doesn’t really need to be told,” she chuckled. “But it would be nice to tell him anyway.”
I nodded as I took care of mine and Eric’s cups. “I’ll tell him the next time I see him. Apparently I’m spending all day with this one,” I said, pointing my thumb at Eric, “and he’s taking me out on our first date tonight. Are you planning on letting me come home to let me get ready for said date?” I asked as I turned to him. He nodded. “Alight then; I’ll tell Dad when I get home to get ready; if he’s home too, that is,” I finished.
Then Eric stood up and Mom left the room. “Speaking of spending the whole day with me,” he said as he came over to me, “you need to go upstairs and get dressed. I’ll be back in 20 minutes,” he finished and kissed me before heading for the front door. “20 minutes,” he said again before walking out the door.
As soon as the door closed I sprinted up the stairs to get dressed. Knowing him, we would be doing something hockey related, so I picked a [url=http://www.polyvore.com/day_out/set?id=59557385#stream_box]hockey-appropriate outfit[/url]. 20 minutes later on the dot, there was a knock on the door. “Right on time,” I chuckled as I let him in. “All I have is my phone, do I need to bring anything?” I asked.
He shook his head. “No, I can take care of everything. I love the shirt; where did you get it?” he asked as we headed out the door and to his car.
“Your mother actually got it for me when we first got back. I’m glad you like it,” I replied. “Why thank you sir,” I said as he opened my door for me before getting in himself. “So, what are we doing today?” I asked as he started the car and drove. He didn’t answer me, which gave me my answer. He was taking us to the local ice rink.
I thought he was going to practice a little bit and he brought me to cheer him on, but I was wrong. When we got there we were the only two there, and Eric didn’t have any of his gear. “What are we doing here? You don’t have any of your stuff,” I asked, looking around.
Instead of answering me, he pulled two pairs of skates from behind his back. “I just thought we could skate; nothing fancy,” he grinned as he handed me a pair of skates. As if reading my mind he said, “I know, who could have pegged me as a romantic, right?” he chuckled.
I giggled as I put on my skates. “You’re just lucky I know how to skate Mister,” I replied. We then headed onto the ice and just skated around for hours. It really was romantic; I loved it when it was just the two of us. We only stopped for half an hour, and that was just for a lunch break. After that we skated and played for four more hours before we decided it was time to leave.
It was mostly quiet on the drive home, but it was a comfortable silence. “So, what should I wear for this big first date?” I asked. “Should I go super fancy or just nice and casual?” I asked.
He chuckled and kissed my hand as he pulled into my driveway. “Definitely go fancy,” he replied. “I’ll be back to pick you up at 7 sharp. I love you,” he said and kissed me before I got out of the car.
“I love you, too,” I replied, smiling like an idiot, before I headed into the house.
He leaned in and kissed me sweetly. “And a very good morning to you, too,” he replied. “Do you have any plans today?” he asked. I pondered it for a second before shaking my head no. “Good; keep it that way,” he said, smiling widely.
I chuckled as I sat up in bed. “Why am I not allowed to make any plans today Mr. Staal?” I asked. “Are you going to take me hostage in your family’s barn and torture me all night long?” I asked sarcastically.
He looked at me seductively as he got out of my bed entirely. “Not that that doesn’t sound tempting,” he said and kissed me, “but no. You are spending the whole day with me, with everything culminating up to our first official date,” he finished with a big smile.
I smiled and stood up. “And what, may I ask, are we going to do on this first official date?” I asked in a British accent. He looked at me like I had 2 heads. “What? Its’ fun talking in a British accent if you can do it right; like I can,” I said cockily, earning a swift smack on the head from one of my pillows. “That was not nice,” I pouted, rubbing the side of my head.
He smirked and wacked me again. “I don’t recall ever saying I was nice,” he said as he kept of smacking me. I grabbed another pillow and went after him.
“That’s my line!” I shouted as I smacked him right in the face, laughing as I did it. He playfully shoved me away and tried to make a break for the door, but I recovered and jumped on his back. “You’re mine Staal!” I shouted as I pulled him back into the room and got off of him. He then proceeded to chase me as I jumped onto my bed.
I threw a smaller pillow at him, trying to keep him off the bed, but it didn’t work. “You’re so gonna get it now Little Girl,” he chuckled evilly as he jumped on the bed. I went on the defense and held my pillow up in an attempt to protect my face. He just chuckled and hit me in the stomach as hard as he could, inadvertently knocking all of the wind out of my lungs. I started choking and fell to my hands and knees in the middle of the bed, on arm wrapped around my stomach.
He immediately fell to his knees beside me, worry written all over his face. “Oh fuck! I’m so sorry Jean! Are you okay?” he asked, almost sounding like he was about to cry. I coughed violently, trying to breathe as tears fell out of my eyes. He held me closer, trying to calm me down. “It’s okay, just breathe,” he said as he held me.
Once I was able to breathe again, I shoved him off of me and got up. “I think that’s enough,” I said and he nodded. We then both headed downstairs into the kitchen, where we found my mom reading the paper. “Morning,” I said as I poured Eric and I glasses of juice.
She looked up at us over the top of her glasses. “How is the happy couple this morning?” she asked, a smirk on her face. “You guys were making a lot of noise a little while ago; what were you doing?” she asked, eyeing me suspiciously.
I shrugged as I took a swig of my juice. “Eric here thought it would be funny to start a pillow fight with me,” I replied nonchalantly. “Where’s Dad?” I asked.
“He had to do a little running this morning. Are you planning on telling him about you two?” she asked, wagging her finger between the two of us. “Although he’s smart and doesn’t really need to be told,” she chuckled. “But it would be nice to tell him anyway.”
I nodded as I took care of mine and Eric’s cups. “I’ll tell him the next time I see him. Apparently I’m spending all day with this one,” I said, pointing my thumb at Eric, “and he’s taking me out on our first date tonight. Are you planning on letting me come home to let me get ready for said date?” I asked as I turned to him. He nodded. “Alight then; I’ll tell Dad when I get home to get ready; if he’s home too, that is,” I finished.
Then Eric stood up and Mom left the room. “Speaking of spending the whole day with me,” he said as he came over to me, “you need to go upstairs and get dressed. I’ll be back in 20 minutes,” he finished and kissed me before heading for the front door. “20 minutes,” he said again before walking out the door.
As soon as the door closed I sprinted up the stairs to get dressed. Knowing him, we would be doing something hockey related, so I picked a [url=http://www.polyvore.com/day_out/set?id=59557385#stream_box]hockey-appropriate outfit[/url]. 20 minutes later on the dot, there was a knock on the door. “Right on time,” I chuckled as I let him in. “All I have is my phone, do I need to bring anything?” I asked.
He shook his head. “No, I can take care of everything. I love the shirt; where did you get it?” he asked as we headed out the door and to his car.
“Your mother actually got it for me when we first got back. I’m glad you like it,” I replied. “Why thank you sir,” I said as he opened my door for me before getting in himself. “So, what are we doing today?” I asked as he started the car and drove. He didn’t answer me, which gave me my answer. He was taking us to the local ice rink.
I thought he was going to practice a little bit and he brought me to cheer him on, but I was wrong. When we got there we were the only two there, and Eric didn’t have any of his gear. “What are we doing here? You don’t have any of your stuff,” I asked, looking around.
Instead of answering me, he pulled two pairs of skates from behind his back. “I just thought we could skate; nothing fancy,” he grinned as he handed me a pair of skates. As if reading my mind he said, “I know, who could have pegged me as a romantic, right?” he chuckled.
I giggled as I put on my skates. “You’re just lucky I know how to skate Mister,” I replied. We then headed onto the ice and just skated around for hours. It really was romantic; I loved it when it was just the two of us. We only stopped for half an hour, and that was just for a lunch break. After that we skated and played for four more hours before we decided it was time to leave.
It was mostly quiet on the drive home, but it was a comfortable silence. “So, what should I wear for this big first date?” I asked. “Should I go super fancy or just nice and casual?” I asked.
He chuckled and kissed my hand as he pulled into my driveway. “Definitely go fancy,” he replied. “I’ll be back to pick you up at 7 sharp. I love you,” he said and kissed me before I got out of the car.
“I love you, too,” I replied, smiling like an idiot, before I headed into the house.
10/11/13