It had been a month now since you had first visited Randall at the apartment, and over two months since he'd been released from hospital, and considering what you'd both been through, things seemed to be going pretty well. He had mostly settled now into his new routine and you were getting a lot more used to hearing your Auntie's voice on the phone when he called, and seeing her face when you saw him. And even though you still had the odd awkward moment like when you had seen him in his bra, or caught a glimpse of the tops of his stockings, you put those things out of your mind as best you could and soldiered on. That being a topic of conversation that you doubted the two of you would ever actually broach.
You were doing a much better job of acting around each other though (doubting that it would ever be 100% perfect), having had a few run ins with Aisha since your last encounter. As well as meeting Madelyn for the very first time, who also seemed like a nice enough lady.
Currently though, it was Friday evening and your parents had arranged a little get together with a few of their friends. A dinner party of sorts, that you'd rather like to avoid. Your little brother had already gone over to his new girlfriend's house after school and Tabitha was out with some friends, so it seemed like the obvious escape for you to phone up Randall and see if he wanted to hang. Maybe make a night of it...
"Shit, sorry, dude. No can do I'm afraid," was unfortunately his reply. "Aisha and Mads have roped me into going with them to some new club that's just opened. I didn't really want to, but you know how freaking persuasive she can be. She's been bombarding me with texts nonstop for the past two days."
"No worries. I guess you had to actually go out with them at some point," you told him, it having been inevitable that he would eventually be roped into a night out. Especially after he'd been doing his best to get on with them these past two weeks. Still, you couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, as well as a little jealous. Having assumed your first time out in a nightclub would be together.
You pushed these feelings aside for the moment though, and asked him, "A nightclub though... You really ready to get your groove on? You just know those two will be mad for dancing."
"Not really no. I can't fucking dance to save my life," Randall admitted. This being very true. "You've seen me. I look like a limp fish!" This description made you chuckle, recalling the one of the few school dances the two of you had attended. Randall flailing around all stiff and rigid like. Not having any coordination in the slightest. "It's a shame you can't tag along," he then added, sounding incredibly nervous about the whole thing. Clearly not knowing what on earth to expect. "I could really do with the backup."
"Yeah, well... not 21, so..." you muttered. That jealous oozing out again. Randall's now increased age was cool and all when he was buying you beers, but when he was going out doing stuff that you couldn't, it didn't feel quite so good.
Not that he was meaning to rub it in or anything. "I know. Sucks," he sighed, switching the subject back again to the reason you'd called. "Anyway, if you're just wanting to get out of the house, you're welcome to come over and chill while I'm out. You can probably even stay over if you like and we can do something tomorrow." Adding then, "That's if your folks don't mind of course." Not wanting to do anything to rock the boat there now that they both knew you were visiting him.
Asking them as soon as you'd gotten off the phone, they both actually agreed it would be fine. Sounding a lot like they too wanted you out of their hair for the evening almost as much as you did. Your mom did briefly show some concern over leaving the two of you alone together overnight though, still acting like you were both in your teens (as opposed to Randall now being over twice your age), but your dad quickly assured her that if Randall could hold down an apartment and a job, then he was surely responsible enough to keep an eye on you. Probably best not to mention that he's not even gonna be there then, you thought to yourself, as they made you promise to be home for dinner the following day.
So, catching the bus over to Randall's, just before the first dinner guests arrived, you found him basically rushing for the door himself. Telling you that they were all supposed to meet up at Aisha's first, then go to dinner before the club.
"You'd better get going then," you told him, watching him scurrying around the place, looking for a pair of earrings.
"Do I look alright?" he asked you, once he'd located the things and put them on. Having not really known what to wear.
I'll say! you thought to yourself as you looked at the outfit he'd picked out - a simple yet sexy looking figure hugging black dress that wasn't overly showy. With long billowy sleeves, a hem that reached about half way towards his knees, and a plunging scoop neckline that managed to show off just a little of his rather epic cleavage. He looked hot. Damn hot, that was for sure. The long silvery earrings and matching 5 inch heels only adding to the overall effect. And you were starting to feel all the more jealous that you weren't going out with him looking like that.
"Well...?" he again prompted, waiting for your reply.
"So-sorry, dude. You look good," you told him, tearing your gaze away from his tightly packed chest and gorgeously smooth legs. Not wanting to sound too much like you were gushing. "The dress really suits you."
"Thanks," he smiled, looking down at himself with a sense of pride. Admitting then that, "Dressing for work and for hanging around here is one thing. Dressing up all pretty and shit is something else entirely!" He really had done a bang up job though. Not only with the dress, but everything else as well. His makeup looking sexy without being too over the top, and his dark hair smooth and straightened, with a natural little flick towards the bottom (though Randall of course bemoaned the time it all took to do).
Double checking that you would be alright on your own then as he grabbed his handbag and a coat and headed for the door, you once again assured him that you would. Having his XBox to keep you company, as well as all those new DVDs the two of you had recently bought. In a way it seemed like he was fishing somewhat for a way out, the prospect of having a night out as an adult woman and no doubt getting constantly hit on by drunk men making him feel a little uneasy.
"You'll do fine. Just kick em in the balls if they try anything," you laughed, figuring those heels he was wearing would do a fair bit of damage. "And try to have fun. You're going out to a night club with a bunch of hot babes, remember. This is like every teenage boys dream!"
"Yeah, I suppose," he chuckled. Your little pep talk having seemed to have worked. "Okay, dude. I'll catch you later then. Don't wait up!"
Waving him off as he sashayed towards the elevator, you then headed back inside and set to work taking your mind off that fact that you weren't going too. Not wanting to be sitting there all night, moping around, imagining all the fun he was going to be getting up to.
You first port of call then - as it always was - was Randall's XBox, deciding to have a game for a while and see if you couldn't kill some time before you had something to eat. Randall having offered you free reign of the fridge while he was gone.
What was in there however, wasn't exactly what you'd been expecting. Randall having always been something of a bad food junky. There was no pizza's, no burgers, no microwave ready meals. Instead there was a lot of fresh fruit and vegetables, and ingredients to make your own meals. Randall having obviously also developed your Auntie's healthy eating kick. Which made sense you guessed, seeing as he now had both her taste buds and culinary skill in the kitchen. Damn it. That Aisha's got a lot to answer for, you said to yourself. This no doubt being a by product of all those trips to the gym. In a way you supposed it was good for him to eat healthily, but it did make your own dinner choices slightly limited.
Screw it. I'll just make a sandwich or something, you though, figuring you'd worry about that later. Instead grabbing a soda from the fridge and hopping onto the couch. Having a date right now with a little Call of Duty.
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