this was my favorite bit
“Is this a date?” I asked suddenly.
Drew’s head shot up, the blank expression quickly removed from his face. It seemed that there was still a spark underneath. He was clearly surprised by my sudden question. Admittedly, it was rather random.
“What?” he spluttered, blinking many times and attempting to focus on my face.
I felt the blood surge from my heart up to my cheeks as he stared down at me.
“Well, I was just wondering if this is in fact a date, a real date, not just lunch between a two people of the opposite sex that might in fact seem like a date, even though it might not,” I clarified.
A familiar smirk crept over Drew’s face. The muscles around his mouth relaxing as the grey cloud began to clear.
He let out a strangled laugh,
“You are a strange girl.”
I furrowed my brow, attempting to decode what that actually meant.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked.
Drew just shrugged, before contemplating my original question.
“What would you constitute as a date?” he asked.
I pondered momentarily before answering,
“There are three simple rules,” I said.
“You have rules?” Drew asked sceptically.
I ignored his comment and began my list which I had composed in my head.
“Number one: It has to involve a set time. For example, lunch, dinner, or 8 o’clock.”
“Check,” Drew replied.
“Number two: The person who initiates the set time, is also in charge of allocating the activity which takes place during that time. For example, eating or the movies.”
“Check.”
“Number three: Both persons are aware and that the date is an official date. A date can’t be a date without the consent of both persons present.”
“Check.”
“So wait, are you saying this is a date?” I asked suddenly, realising that Drew had clearly check marked his approval to each of my rules.
“I guess if I say that this is a date and you agree, then it is in fact a real date,” he said, his voice light and conversational.
“So?”
“That depends,” Drew said.
“On what?” I asked, worried about what his demand may be.
“Whether my confirming that this is a date will result in me experiencing any unnecessary pain,” he said, smirking.
I surrendered my hands in the air, like I was calling a truce and Drew smiled before nodding,
“Then it’s a date.”
great work jen absolutely loved it cassie's getting jealous
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