friends.
“You look like you’re in a good mood,” a voice startled me.
Jason.
“That’s because I am in a good mood.”
“So does that mean if I were to ask you out on a date you would accept ?” His caramel colored eyes held hope. Oh, how I wanted to crush his hope. I didn’t want him thinking he had a shot with me. But, I remembered my promise to my mom.
I sighed. “Not a date. But, we can hang out as friends.”
“I’ll take what I can get, Friend,” he flirted.
“So what did you have in mind?”
“ I’m guess ing you’d say no if I asked you to elope in Vegas.”
My heart did a flip flop at the thought of eloping with Jason, but I played it off, and rolled my eyes. “You would be guessing right.”
“I figured. So instead, maybe we could go ice skating, and go out to dinner afterwards.”
“That sounds an awful lot like dating activities to me.”
He smirked. “At least give me the chance to woo you.”
“Why, Jason Morgan, you’re trying to trick me.” I wanted to stop flirting with him, but for some reason, I couldn’t.
“Come on, Sof. One date, what would it hurt?”
I nodded my head. “Ok , fine. One date.”
My head told m e it was a bad idea. But, in reality, my heart was already a goner.
After school, I went home and got ready for my “date” with Jason. The weather today was colder , so flip flops were out of the question.
My mom came in my room and sat down on my bed while I looked through my clothes.
“So what are you doing tonight?” she asked.
“I’m going out.”
“With who?”
I sighed. “A boy from my school name d Jason Morgan. We are going ice skating and then out to dinner.”
“That’s so romantic,” she gushed. “Do you know how to ice skate?”
I didn’t think of that. “No.”
She held h er hand over her heart. “He’s gonna have ta’ hold yo ur hand to keep ya from fallin’ . So sweet.”
I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at her, but the thought of holding Jason’s hand did strange things to my heart. “Mom,” I laughed, “since when are you into romance?”
“Didn’t I tell y a ? I got a library card. I’ve been readin ’ some really awesome romance books,” she went on to tell my about the many books she has read in the last week and a half.
After picking out my outfit, my mom actually helped me fix my hair. She had a curling iron that she hadn’t used since Dad died, and surpassingly it still worked, so she decided to curl it . We decided to leave it down , letting the curls bounce freely.
“How do I look?” I asked, doing a quick spin for her.
“Like an angel,” she smiled proudly at me.
The doorbell rang, and my heart felt like it dropped into my stomach. My mom went to answer the door , and I followed .
“Hey Ms. Black,” Jason greeted her. “I’m glad to see that you’re doing better.”
“Me too,” she agreed with him and took a step back. “Please, come in. Can I get you somethin’ ta drink?”
“No thanks,” he replied.
As he stepped through the door, I could see that he was holding a bouquet of purple roses. His eyes lit up as they met mine.
“You are beautiful,” Jason commented as he walked up to me. He held out the purple flowers. “These are for you.”
I looked down at the bouquet , and then back up to him. “How did you know that purple is my favorite color?”
“Well I didn’t,” he answered. “I just know that you always write with a purple pen, you have purple framed sunglasses and you wear that one purple s undress at least once a week. I just suspected it was your favorite color.”
I didn’t know what to say. I was stunned, because he was right. I did notice he paid a lot of attention to me, but I did n’t expect him to be so observant. It was really… sweet.
I could look into Jason’s eyes all night, but thankfully, I remembered my mom was standing there. “I’m going to put these in water,” I finally spoke.
“I’ll do it,” she said taking the