Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Sent from Heaven ❯ The Date ( Chapter 12 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

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Warnings: Right, I've got a potty mouth, but it's been pretty tame lately. Umm... don't let your parents see the last part of this chapter, though.

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Chapter 12: The Date


The next day, Sunday, we woke up to a great-smelling breakfast made by Liz's person chef. There were waffles with fruit toppings -- I took the blueberries -- and hashbrowns. I sat next to Josh and tried some of his strawberry waffles.

He leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Are you busy later?"

"No," I whispered back. "Call me."

The rest of the morning was uneventful, and Church seemed slower than usual.


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I had just finished my chores at home when the phone rang. "I got it!" I yelled. I couldn't have my mom answering Josh's phone call. "Hey. Nicole here."

"Hey, Nicole. This is Josh. Wanna do something?" he asked me

"Sure. Hold on," I told him. "Mom, I'm done with my chores, and I'm going out for a while," I yelled downstairs. "Meet me at my house in a few minutes?" I asked Josh.

"Sure."

I hung up and went to my room to look for something to wear. I really wished I had Liz's closet right now. I decided on a blue tank top that had a pale blue flower design, some faded jeans, and a pair of white and blue sketchers. I did a quick make-up job, and thew my hair in a messy bun. Glancing out my bedroom window, I saw a cool black pick-up pull into my driveway.

I yelled bye to my mom and ran out the door.


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"So, what are we going to do?" I asked.

"You'll see," he said.

We drove for about a half an hour, talking about nothing in particular, before we arrived at a hiking trail. We got out, and he went to the back of the truck. I followed him curiously.

There sat a four wheeler. I couldn't believe that I didn't notice it earlier. He put the ramp down and pushed it out. Then he handed me a helmet.

"Sorry to spoil your beautiful hair, babe, but safety first." I put it on with a pout. He put on his own helmet and got on the four wheeler. He motioned for me to sit behind him. I got on and wrapped my arms around his waist.

I'm sure the scenery was beautiful, but I couldn't be sure because I was concentrating too much on staying on the seat. After almost falling off about twelve times (but it was still the most fun I'd had for a while), he pulled to a stop near a willow tree and pulled off his helmet. I followed suit, taking a few moments to stretch my stiff arms and legs. I could have sworn I saw him checking me out, but when I turned my head to look, he was innocently pulling out a cooler and blanket from the compartment under the seat.

We had only walked a few yards along a narrow trail when I heard the sound of running water. I gave him a questioning look, but he only grinned and kept walking.


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The trail ended abruptly, but Josh kept going, pushing some branches aside to make more room to get through. Suddenly, the sound of falling water got a lot louder, so I looked up.

I must have gasped or had a suprised expression, because he chuckled when he looked at me. "This is really great," I said.

There was a decent-sized waterfall pouring into large pond, and there was a nice grassy area surrounding it. Trees formed a thick wall all around the clearing.

He set out the blanket and opened the cooler. "Take whatever you want," he said. He had packed some soda, fruit, and stuff for sandwhiches.

We ate and talked, and, I'll admit, kissed a little in between. After we were done he asked if I wanted to go swimming.

"Sure," I answered. "But wait, I don't have a suit."

"Well," he said, "option one: you could not go. Option two: you could go in your clothes. Option three: you could go in your bra and underwear. Or, option four: you could skinny-dip."

"I think for now I'll just take option three," I told him.

"Just for now?" he asked.

I glared at him playfully. He set me up!

I opted not to answer, instead stripping down to my bra and underwear, and jumped in.

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Reviews, constructive criticism, and flames are welcome!

Smurfs have been attacking me when I sleep. I've learned to keep a spiked club under my bed.

Anway, next time:

"Holy shit! It's freezing!"




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