Dinner Time

From what I was told, the movie turned out to be really good. I don't remember a lot of it after the amazing blowjob I got during the sexy scene in the movie, but that wasn't the reason. No the reason was Bella suggested a threesome with another girl.

What? Like seriously, what? I mean sex with Bella is amazing. But two girls at the same time? I don't know if I could handle it. That is too much pressure. That is the opposite direction from where I want to go. If I wanted to disappoint two people at one time, I would have dinner with my parents. Isn't that what the meme says?

...

Fuck, now I'm thinking about memes. I never think of memes when not actively looking at them. I swear, Bella is going to literally kill me one of these days if she doesn't stop breaking my mind like that.

"John! Earth to John?" Bella was sitting across from me at the table with a concerned look on her face. I had some flashing memories of leaving the theater after the credits began to roll and driving to the 50's joint down the road. But I couldn't recall much else in the time span from then till now.

"Huh, what. What were we talking about?"

"We?" She looked at me incredulously. "We weren't talking about anything. I was talking to a brick wall, albeit a pretty cute brick wall." My cheeks flared red from blushing at her barely hid compliment.

"Sorry about that, I was just thinking about...things."

"Uh huh. And I am going to guess that those 'things' had to do with a pussy or mouth on your dick? Because you have had an erection since a little after the blowjob. Which by the way is a huge ego killer for a girl. I guess I will just have to get more practice in to make sure he can't get hard after I am done with him." She winked as she stated the last bit like it was the most common thing in the world.

I blushed again before trying to distract myself with the menu sitting on the table in front of me. It was mostly burgers and the like, but nothing really caught my attention. I glanced around at the other tables to get an idea of what the food looks like and what looked good to me. The dinner seemed to be pretty busy with people of all ages. Many younger couples sat at the tables in the middle of the room, while older couples sat in the booths that lined it. We had gotten the booth at the very end of the wall and I faced the restaurant while Bella sat with her back to it.

I looked back to the menu for a few minutes before the waitress came to get out orders. I wasn't the pickiest eater, so I just picked a random burger after Bella gave her order (I am a gentleman after all). We gave our menus and watched the waitress walk away.

"Well, I guess we should do the first date thing were we talk about ourselves since I really don't know a whole lot about you Bella."

"Ya, I would like to do that, but you should go first. My life is not that great." Her shoulders slumped a little, I assumed at the thought of talking about herself while trying to steer around the parts that consisted of her tormenting me.

"Ok, well I am not the biggest fan of talking about myself. So how about this, we take turns asking each other 1 question at a time. Sound fair?" She seemed to really like that idea and nodded enthusiastically. "Ok, well you can ask the first question."

"Hmm. How serious are we going to be?"

I thought about that for a second. We really weren't doing a job interview or anything like that. It's not like we haven't known each other for three years... I'm sure there will be plenty of time in the future to get all the serious stuff asked and talked about...

Plenty of time in the future? No, that wasn't right. I'm going to cure her, we weren't going to be together forever. Get you act together John. Fuck it, non serious it is. I got to distract myself and the serious questions might just mess with my head more than it is already messed with. I mean it's Bella. I hate her. I am responsible for her right now, but that doesn't mean I can just forget everything she did to me. Ugh, just get these questions rolling.

Even with all the inner turmoil in my head I was able to keep a straight face before grinning and suggesting we should stick with the goofy questions.

"Haha, ok. Lets see, what is your favorite Christmas movie?" She asked with a wicked grin.

"Oh that's easy peasy. Die Hard."

Her grin quickly changed to a glare. "That's not a Christmas movie. It was released in July."

I snorted and glared back. "That's like saying Terminator 2 isn't a movie about redemption." She laughed at that. Actually laughed.

"Ok John, a few things. First, what the fuck is your fascination with movies that have a character named John? John McClain. John Connor. What's that all about?"

"Uh, I don't know. Good point." Wow, didn't know that about myself. Good thing I didn't mention Rambo or Kindergarten Cop like I had planned. Fuck, what is wrong with me, that's weird as shit....

"Second. Terminator 2 is a redemption movie? You do know that the terminator was not the same one from the first movie, right??"

Yeah it was, they got the same actor and everything. Of course it was. Although I was really young the last time I watched it. Maybe I should rewatch it. Maybe Bella could explain a few things...

"Wait wait wait, hold up. How the hell do you know so much about movies? Like no girl is supposed to know that Die Hard came out in July." I was grinning and chuckling besides myself. It was actually kind of nice talking to someone who could appreciate a good movie.

"Well I guess I have to give the credit to my dad. He is a really big movie buff and that was the best way to spend time with him. It started when I was really young watching a lot of the old black and white movies, all the Alfred Hitchcock movies and the like. Well we evolved into all those action movies when I was in middle school and freshman year. I really did learn to like those kinds of movies and I still watch them by myself from time to time, but I rarely have time to watch them with my dad. Cheerleading and friends and all that." She had started with a smile, but by the end her eyes seemed to dim a little. I could tell this was a sore subject with her. Maybe I could work to help with that if I had time.

Bella cleared her throat "Alright, next question. Tucked or untucked?"

"No, no. That's not fair. I said you get 1 question than I get 1 question. That is your second question."

She looked at me quizzically "Yeah, but you already asked your question." The confused look on my face must have told her all she needed to know. "'How the hell do you know so much about movies?' is the exact wording of your question."

I stared at her with wide, unblinking eyes. I was embarrassed for not catching that slip up, but the smile sliding across her face made me realize it was all in good fun. These were silly questions and we were just having fun. No reason to get bent out of shape. I let the smile I had been suppressing creep on my face before mock sighing.

"Well, it's not like I prefer one to the other, so I guess it depends on the occasion on whether I tuck or not"...

Our food came out during out silly, yet surprisingly deep interrogation. It did slow down the talking a little, but we were able to keep the back and forth between bites of food. We shared many laughs together over our off the wall questions and purposefully obscure answers. All in all I was having a really good time, and it seemed like she was having a good time too.

We both had finished eating around the same time and their seemed to be a lull in the conversation as we were both going into self induced food comas. My gaze had been wandering for the last 30 seconds, flicking between the different tables and groups located throughout the restaurant. Across the way, I saw an old couple both sucking on straws coming from the same milkshake. At another table, a mom sat watching 3 little boys eating off a plate of french fries while trying to talk over each other with both their volume and the wide gestures of the hands. This was nice. A lot nicer than I thought it would be. It was still weird to be on a date with Bella, the living nightmare of the last three years. But I wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. I had fun. It seemed like Bella had fun. Sure this might not be what she would have normally done on a Friday night, but she was laughing just as much as I was throughout the night.

Hmm, I might just need to look on the bring side every once in awhile. Stop and enjoy what I have. Because I was still determined to cure Bella, and I was sure our relationship wasn't going to survive that. But why not enjoy it a little while I had it?

My attention went back to the people around us. I faintly heard the front door bell jingle, but before I could look to see who entered, Bella coughed and dragged my attention back to her.

What I saw shocked me to my core. Bella Cardigan, queen of my high school, sexiest girl on campus, was staring at me and crying. My heart jumped to my throat as all the worst case scenarios flicked through my head. Did the love potion lose its effects? Had she been playing me this whole time? Was she hiding something from me? Before I realized what I was doing, my mouth was already working.

"Bella, are you alright? What's wrong?"

"Yes John, I am alright. More than alright. I am amazing." She used her napkin to dab at the tears in her eyes. "Do you know how many first dates I have been on? Wait, don't answer that. I don't want you to know that... But just know its more than a few. But the important question is do you know how many of those I have actually enjoyed? How many of those have I actually felt like a partner and not just an object, the hottest new arm candy to show off?"

I didn't want to answer. I figured that this was at least one date she actually liked, but I really didn't want to assume she didn't enjoy any other dates. I decided to just keep my mouth shut and let her continue.

She seemed to have read that entire thought process as she chuckled. "You have it right, you just need to have the confidence to back up your intuition. Yes, this has been the first date I have ever enjoyed. And it's all thanks to you John. You are an amazing human being. I don't know what the fuck I was thinking those three years, but I promise you this. I will always do my best to treat you as the king you are. You deserve only the best in life and that is exactly what you will get. I love you John, more than anything. And I will spend the rest of my life making you believe that."

Wow, that was...wow. I am at a loss of words I don't know how to respond to that. That is a lot to process, not so much what she said, but more the emotion in how she said it.

I was working on a response when swift movement near the entrance caught my eye. The blood drained from my face as I saw a very pissed looking Oliver stomping his way toward us, with a very scared looking Tiffany desperately trying to drag him back.

Fuck.

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Wait, two chapters in a day? What is this, Christmas in April? Yippie Ki-yay motherfuckers. Haha, but seriously. Thanx again for reading.