Love Til Death - Chapter 2

I worked until it was time for my break. Nic and I have different break times so I was stuck eating by myself…again. I sat down, contemplating on where I should go to get lunch. I heard a familiar voice call out my name and I turned to see who it came from, it was Frank. He walked up to me with that same cute smile. "Hey, you eating all by yourself?"

I nodded, still having that frown plastered on my face.

He sat down with me and looked into my eyes, those beautiful hazel-green eyes made my heart melt. "C'mon, let's go get some food." He gave me that cutesy smile I loved so much, causing me to blush as I got up and we walked around the mall. We had no idea where we wanted to eat. We kept aimlessly walking around. The mall was crowded, filled with hundreds of people going in and out of stores. One of those hundreds of people had bumped into me. Of course the klutz in me came out and I tripped over my own two feet and I knocked myself into Frank, causing us to tumble to the floor.

He looked up at me and smiled at me, but it wasn't his usual cutesy smile. It was more devious as if he was thinking about something bad. I wonder what it could be. His smile grew wider as I stayed on top of him. My face burning a dark red as I whisper almost inaudibly. "Sorry."

He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close then letting me go and getting back up on his feet. He helped me up and smiled. "You should be more careful next time." His hand brushing the hair out of my face. "You okay?"

I nodded, my face now a darker shade of red. I quickly changed the subject by pointing to a restaurant and suggesting we go there and quickly taking his hand and running to the restaurant. I had realized I was still holding his hand when we got to the restaurant, I reluctantly let go and got us a table.

When I let go of his hand I heard a small whimper escape from his mouth. I smiled and quickly grabbed his hand again causing us both to blush. He giggled and kissed my cheek as we walked to our booth. I slid into one side of the booth, instead of sitting across from me in the other booth, he sat right next to me. We sat together, exploring each other's minds. We talked about everything, our likes, our dislikes, everything.

Our waiter interrupted our time together and asked if we we're ready to order.

We ordered and began talking again. "So dogs or cats?" He asked.

"Dogs!" I giggled. His eyes lit up, they seemed to do that every time we had something in common. Which…was a lot. "Favorite color?"

"Green!" He shouted. Yet another thing we had in common. We kept talking and kept making jokes about our jobs, which kept us laughing the whole time.

We finished our food and our waiter cleaned up our mess and quickly returned to ask if we wanted desert. Frank's hand immediately shot up without even a second thought. We ordered cheesecake and when it arrived we dived right in. Almost as if it was a competition of who could eat the most cake. Of course I let him win. After we finished devouring the cake…which took about 2 minutes, we looked at each other. I saw a piece of the cake he had been trying to shove down his throat on his perfect lips. "You got something there." I pointed to his lips.

He tried to clean it off, but couldn't seem to find the sneaky piece of cake perched on his lips. "Did I get it?"

"Nope, still there." I pointed there again.

He tried, but still he failed. I giggled and moved closer. I wiped the cake off his lips finally after two failed attempts. Our faces, now inches apart. I couldn't close the gap, as much as I desperately wanted to. Thankfully, he made the extra effort. He pressed his lips softly against mine, slowly lacing our fingers together as we both applied more pressure as the kiss grew longer. It was amazing. We stayed in that position for a while, never breaking our first kiss. As we felt each others bodies tighten from the feeling I started thinking. Thinking about how I felt for him. I never wanted to love another. I had never experienced love until then and I never wanted to experience it with anyone else, but him.

We didn't want to return to work, but sadly we had to. He paid for our lunch. Even though I fought him for the bill for a good 5 minutes, I hated when people paid for me, but I couldn't help it, I had to give in to those cute puppy dog eyes.

We got up from the table and laced our fingers together. Slowly making our way towards Java Juice.

"Time for work." He frowned holding me close.

"Do we have to go?" I looked up at him, giving him that same face he gave me.

"Yes we do, but it'll be over soon, I promise." He said kissing me softly while slowly releasing me from his strong grip.

I frowned and my doubts flooded my head. You see I've always had doubts. I mean how could a guy like him, want to be with a guy like me? It just couldn't be possible. He's so gorgeous, everything about him just fits. With me it's different. I'm too shy to really make any moves, despite how much I wanted to. After snapping out of my dark depressing thoughts, I went back behind the counter and took over from where Nic had left off.

An hour or so went by and things died down. Most of the customers had left around five o' clock so it was pretty empty so Nic and I decided to take a breather. "Days almost over!" He shouted.

"Mhmm! Thank god! I really just wanna go home and relax, I'm so tired!" I said placing my hand underneath my head, resting my elbow on the counter. I had thought about what Frank said to me. Suddenly, the doubts filled my mind again. I didn't believe him. I mean, we weren't going out. I'm probably nothing to him, just some quick fix to his bored. Or a quick love he can fuck and ditch. I sighed heavily as a customer approached the counter, giving me their order. I made the smoothie pretty quickly, I got pretty good at it, especially since Nic and I have worked there for a year now. I was still talking to Nic, multi-tasking the best I could. Little did I know there was smoothie that someone had spilt on the floor and I had slipped. My inner-klutz revealing itself once again. I knew what was coming. A harsh smack to the face by the cold unforgiving floor that had smoothie spilt all over it.