New Beginnings
Date Night
Tyler's POV
I opened her door for her, and she sat down. I went to my side, and got into my seat. "You look beautiful tonight," I said. She looked down, and didn't say anything. This is the first time I have seen her not be super outgoing, and it was a different side of her.
"Thanks." She said, her tone short and abbreviated.
"You know, I mean that. You could give me a chance you know..." I said, and started the car.
"I came out with you, didn't I? Even though it was against my better judgment. I know how you are Tyler. You're a one-and-done guy. I watched you spend two nights in Detroit, and go home with two different girls. I don't even know why you want to take me out anyways. I'm not exactly your type, am I?" She said. That kind of hurt my feelings, but she was right. I remember Detroit. She was at the club with us, with Brendan. I did take two different girls each night. And she wasn't my type. That was right. And I couldn't argue, just explain.
"All of what you said was true. I am known to be a one-and-done guy, and yeah, you did see me in Detroit. So what you're not who I usually go for. I like that. I like the fact that you're outgoing, and not afraid to tell me what you think, and you're tall, and beautiful, and I want to take you out, and try and convince you that you're different. And I don't want to just get in your pants. Which I also wouldn't mind. But I don't want it to just be sex. I want to get to know you." I tell her, meaning it.
"Yeah, well, I don't care." She said, turning her body away from me. "I agreed to come out with you, and I don't even know why! Tyler, I know you. I've known you for a long time. You have never had a real girlfriend, you wouldn't know how to keep away from other girls. And you wouldn't choose me." She said.
I pull up to the restaurant. "Kirsten, I already have chosen you. Can't you see I'm trying? God, I didn't sleep with you last night, when we both know I could have! You were practically begging me to! I wanted to try and get to know you more, as a person." And I stepped out of the car, and opened her door. "K, please just give me a chance. Come eat with me, and we can talk. I know you think that I can't or won't keep a girlfriend, but I want to try. I want to get to know you better. Just come eat and talk with me." I say, taking her hand and pulling her out of the car. She links her arm with mine, and we walk in. We are at the nicest restaurant I could find. We go in, and our table is waiting for us. We are seated, and given our menus.
She looks down at it and gives a tiny gasp. "Tyler! There's no way I can afford this, and I'm not letting you pay for it!" She says. I laugh at her.
"Kirsten, it's fine, I picked out the place. I wanted to go somewhere nice, and this is it. Let me do it. I can afford it." I tell her.
"Tyler, don't throw your money at me. You don't have to buy expensive shit for me." She explained.
"I'm not throwing it at you. I want to do something nice. Just accept my generosity please. This time?" I ask.
"Sure, this time." She agrees. She looks at the menu and then the waitress comes and takes our drink orders. We both order champagne. I decide on shrimp and steak, and she goes with the chicken alfredo.
We drink our champagne, and talk about life. She starts to open up more. She talks to me, and I talk to her. I tell her why I take home girls. I do it because I can, and because they're available. She tells me why she pushes people away, even more so than she did before Brendan. She is scared that she is going to get hurt, because that's all people ever do to her. Hurt her. Then she asks me a question, "Why are you doing this? I get that you want to go out, but why?" She asks, and despite her normally outgoing and confident demeanor, she looked a little insecure. And I felt like I was seeing the real her.
"You're different. You don't tell me what I want to hear. You can't respect someone that kisses your ass. I like that you always speak what's on your mind. And even if we don't work out as a couple, I don't want to lose you as a friend." I breath out.
"Well, honestly, I don't know what to say. I may have like, feelings for you. And I don't want to." She admits.
We finish eating, and stay to talk some more. She tells me she did the one-nighters for a while, after Brendan, and when I ask her who, she says she can't tell me, because I'd know them. I assume that means that they may or may not be members of the NHL. Great. We finally decide to leave, and I drop her off at her apartment. I don't go up with her. She doesn't ask me to. I go back to my apartment, with my mind on her.
I opened her door for her, and she sat down. I went to my side, and got into my seat. "You look beautiful tonight," I said. She looked down, and didn't say anything. This is the first time I have seen her not be super outgoing, and it was a different side of her.
"Thanks." She said, her tone short and abbreviated.
"You know, I mean that. You could give me a chance you know..." I said, and started the car.
"I came out with you, didn't I? Even though it was against my better judgment. I know how you are Tyler. You're a one-and-done guy. I watched you spend two nights in Detroit, and go home with two different girls. I don't even know why you want to take me out anyways. I'm not exactly your type, am I?" She said. That kind of hurt my feelings, but she was right. I remember Detroit. She was at the club with us, with Brendan. I did take two different girls each night. And she wasn't my type. That was right. And I couldn't argue, just explain.
"All of what you said was true. I am known to be a one-and-done guy, and yeah, you did see me in Detroit. So what you're not who I usually go for. I like that. I like the fact that you're outgoing, and not afraid to tell me what you think, and you're tall, and beautiful, and I want to take you out, and try and convince you that you're different. And I don't want to just get in your pants. Which I also wouldn't mind. But I don't want it to just be sex. I want to get to know you." I tell her, meaning it.
"Yeah, well, I don't care." She said, turning her body away from me. "I agreed to come out with you, and I don't even know why! Tyler, I know you. I've known you for a long time. You have never had a real girlfriend, you wouldn't know how to keep away from other girls. And you wouldn't choose me." She said.
I pull up to the restaurant. "Kirsten, I already have chosen you. Can't you see I'm trying? God, I didn't sleep with you last night, when we both know I could have! You were practically begging me to! I wanted to try and get to know you more, as a person." And I stepped out of the car, and opened her door. "K, please just give me a chance. Come eat with me, and we can talk. I know you think that I can't or won't keep a girlfriend, but I want to try. I want to get to know you better. Just come eat and talk with me." I say, taking her hand and pulling her out of the car. She links her arm with mine, and we walk in. We are at the nicest restaurant I could find. We go in, and our table is waiting for us. We are seated, and given our menus.
She looks down at it and gives a tiny gasp. "Tyler! There's no way I can afford this, and I'm not letting you pay for it!" She says. I laugh at her.
"Kirsten, it's fine, I picked out the place. I wanted to go somewhere nice, and this is it. Let me do it. I can afford it." I tell her.
"Tyler, don't throw your money at me. You don't have to buy expensive shit for me." She explained.
"I'm not throwing it at you. I want to do something nice. Just accept my generosity please. This time?" I ask.
"Sure, this time." She agrees. She looks at the menu and then the waitress comes and takes our drink orders. We both order champagne. I decide on shrimp and steak, and she goes with the chicken alfredo.
We drink our champagne, and talk about life. She starts to open up more. She talks to me, and I talk to her. I tell her why I take home girls. I do it because I can, and because they're available. She tells me why she pushes people away, even more so than she did before Brendan. She is scared that she is going to get hurt, because that's all people ever do to her. Hurt her. Then she asks me a question, "Why are you doing this? I get that you want to go out, but why?" She asks, and despite her normally outgoing and confident demeanor, she looked a little insecure. And I felt like I was seeing the real her.
"You're different. You don't tell me what I want to hear. You can't respect someone that kisses your ass. I like that you always speak what's on your mind. And even if we don't work out as a couple, I don't want to lose you as a friend." I breath out.
"Well, honestly, I don't know what to say. I may have like, feelings for you. And I don't want to." She admits.
We finish eating, and stay to talk some more. She tells me she did the one-nighters for a while, after Brendan, and when I ask her who, she says she can't tell me, because I'd know them. I assume that means that they may or may not be members of the NHL. Great. We finally decide to leave, and I drop her off at her apartment. I don't go up with her. She doesn't ask me to. I go back to my apartment, with my mind on her.
Notes
Sorry this is such a short chapter. I'm writing this late at night and am practically asleep at the computer! Hope you guys enjoy this, and if you do, leave a comment or whatever!
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8/15/15