possible I missed him carrying a bag because I was so strung out and nervous about the dinner? It's possible.
"Happy birthday, Bug."
I open up the bag, and the first thing I see is a beautiful fall scarf. The material is striped with colors I wear often, so it will match almost everything. He must've been paying attention. I see the tag is from a store I love and shop at often. For only dating a week, he did pretty damn good on the birthday present front.
I go to put the scarf back in the bag when I notice there is something else in there. The scarf itself would have been enough for me. I reach further and grab at the object. At first, I couldn't tell what I was looking at, but after further inspection, I see I'm holding a necklace.
"I made that myself, it matches the one I wear, but I uh … chose pink for you and put on a little charm for you. I don't have a charm, clearly."
The necklace is made from an old bandana that has been twisted and braided to create the necklace chain or band. Hanging in the middle is a charm of a cute ladybug. It is completely adorable, and I can't believe he put so much thought into a gift for me. He himself wears a similar black bandana necklace around his neck at all times. I noticed it before. I think it's unique. Little things like that about him only make him even more sexy in my eyes.
"It's beautiful, thank you. I can't believe you took the time to make a necklace for me," I say in awe.
"As you can see with mine, the bandana part does not have a clasp attached so I have to tie it around your neck. Which means once it's on, it is on. You can't take it off."
I would never want to anyway. To me, the permanence of the necklace acts as a symbol, like as long as the necklace stays tied around my neck, Roman stays tied with me as well. I don't tell him that, though, no sense in freaking him out now.
"That's okay, go ahead tie it on."
I hear a variety of "awwwws" go around the table as he ties my necklace on for me, and I remember were not alone.
"Okay, you two, let me get a picture. Look at me and say Fucking Gnarly!" Click.
Doing Things You've Never Done
Velvet-Breathe Carolina
Rigbee
"How do you feel about coming over to my house and meeting my parents?" Roman leans over his desk to whisper to me.
"What! When?" My eyes slightly bug out from being caught off-guard by the proposition.
I hadn't thought about the fact that since he met my parents he probably expects me to meet his. It's only been three days since my birthday dinner, but fair's fair, I suppose. I'm still pretty sure I'm going to freak out.
"How about Friday? I could meet you somewhere to grab a bite to eat and then you can follow me to my house so you don't get lost. You know, like I did," he jokes.
"Ha ha, funny guy. All right, I suppose I could," I say, knowing how hesitant I sound.
"What wrong? I can hear the reluctance in your voice."
"What if your parents don't like me?" I ask him seriously.
"They'll like you, why wouldn't they?"
"I don't know, I'm nervous."
"Of course you are, that's normal. It will be fine you'll see."
"But what if—"
"Stop. I know what you’re doing."
"Yeah, I know. I'm a worst case scenarioist."
"No, you're just being a girl."
"So true," Martin chimes in from his seat in front of Roman out of nowhere. "Women overthink every little thing, it's hard wired into them or something."
"Thanks, Martin," I say sarcastically, but actually mean it.
"Welcome," he says, and then turns back around to mind his own business again.
Weiss walks back into the room and shuts the door signaling break time is over and we get back to work. Today was the first day Roman and I walked into class together. We purposely made a show of it, walking in holding hands. The look on Jack-Jock's face was priceless. He still doesn't understand why a girl like me wouldn't rather date the star of the high school football team type. High school is over, Jack-Jock, sorry.
"You have got to be kidding me!"
This kind
"Happy birthday, Bug."
I open up the bag, and the first thing I see is a beautiful fall scarf. The material is striped with colors I wear often, so it will match almost everything. He must've been paying attention. I see the tag is from a store I love and shop at often. For only dating a week, he did pretty damn good on the birthday present front.
I go to put the scarf back in the bag when I notice there is something else in there. The scarf itself would have been enough for me. I reach further and grab at the object. At first, I couldn't tell what I was looking at, but after further inspection, I see I'm holding a necklace.
"I made that myself, it matches the one I wear, but I uh … chose pink for you and put on a little charm for you. I don't have a charm, clearly."
The necklace is made from an old bandana that has been twisted and braided to create the necklace chain or band. Hanging in the middle is a charm of a cute ladybug. It is completely adorable, and I can't believe he put so much thought into a gift for me. He himself wears a similar black bandana necklace around his neck at all times. I noticed it before. I think it's unique. Little things like that about him only make him even more sexy in my eyes.
"It's beautiful, thank you. I can't believe you took the time to make a necklace for me," I say in awe.
"As you can see with mine, the bandana part does not have a clasp attached so I have to tie it around your neck. Which means once it's on, it is on. You can't take it off."
I would never want to anyway. To me, the permanence of the necklace acts as a symbol, like as long as the necklace stays tied around my neck, Roman stays tied with me as well. I don't tell him that, though, no sense in freaking him out now.
"That's okay, go ahead tie it on."
I hear a variety of "awwwws" go around the table as he ties my necklace on for me, and I remember were not alone.
"Okay, you two, let me get a picture. Look at me and say Fucking Gnarly!" Click.
Doing Things You've Never Done
Velvet-Breathe Carolina
Rigbee
"How do you feel about coming over to my house and meeting my parents?" Roman leans over his desk to whisper to me.
"What! When?" My eyes slightly bug out from being caught off-guard by the proposition.
I hadn't thought about the fact that since he met my parents he probably expects me to meet his. It's only been three days since my birthday dinner, but fair's fair, I suppose. I'm still pretty sure I'm going to freak out.
"How about Friday? I could meet you somewhere to grab a bite to eat and then you can follow me to my house so you don't get lost. You know, like I did," he jokes.
"Ha ha, funny guy. All right, I suppose I could," I say, knowing how hesitant I sound.
"What wrong? I can hear the reluctance in your voice."
"What if your parents don't like me?" I ask him seriously.
"They'll like you, why wouldn't they?"
"I don't know, I'm nervous."
"Of course you are, that's normal. It will be fine you'll see."
"But what if—"
"Stop. I know what you’re doing."
"Yeah, I know. I'm a worst case scenarioist."
"No, you're just being a girl."
"So true," Martin chimes in from his seat in front of Roman out of nowhere. "Women overthink every little thing, it's hard wired into them or something."
"Thanks, Martin," I say sarcastically, but actually mean it.
"Welcome," he says, and then turns back around to mind his own business again.
Weiss walks back into the room and shuts the door signaling break time is over and we get back to work. Today was the first day Roman and I walked into class together. We purposely made a show of it, walking in holding hands. The look on Jack-Jock's face was priceless. He still doesn't understand why a girl like me wouldn't rather date the star of the high school football team type. High school is over, Jack-Jock, sorry.
"You have got to be kidding me!"
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