Chapter 12: It's A Date, I Guess

                                    

                                          
We exit the arcade after a couple of games later. 
We are walking on a small path in the park. The back of her hand suddenly brushes against mine. I quickly pull it away but she grabs my hand and gently holds it. 
"Is this a date?" I blurt out without thinking. "What do you want it to be?" She smirks. "I... Honestly I'd like to pretend this is a date... and that you're... my girlfriend," I admit. "Ok then. It's a date." 
We stop at the fast food stand. We order pommes frites and hamburgers. After she pays for the food (she insisted since I paid in the arcade) we go and sit on a bench in front of a small lake. 
As we're eating I'm secretly stealing glances at her. I notice she has some sauce in the corner of her lips. "You have some sauce here. Can I?" 
"Of course, darling." That surprised me and I'm definitely panicking on the inside. I pause for a second with my hand in the air. After a second I regain my composure and lean closer to her. I use my thumb to brush the sauce away. I touch her lips but this time I don't panic (that much). 
"I'm so grateful I've met you again," she smiles softly. "Well, thank to frisbee I guess," I chuckle and she laughs quietly. "How come you started training tho? You didn't like sports for what I remember." "Well, it was actually more of a spontaneous decision. During PE class right at the start of freshmen year we had like an introduction to ultimate frisbee and they showed us a little bit. The coach complimented my throwing. He actually said 'That's the best throw I've seen in a long time.' Plus it was fun so I just joined, even tho I've never played it before. I was doing great and as you can see I became an ace of our team. I guess I'm a natural talent." She laugh. "Yeah, my Tiny Ace." 
"Not this nickname again. But I kinda like it when you say it."
 "That's because you like me." I choke on air and look away blushing. "That was bold." I say while caughing. "But you're right," I smile shyly. 
When we finish eating we head back to the bus station. As we're walking on the square she spots a water fountain spraying from the ground. 

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
She throws her school backpack to the ground and also takes mine. I look at her confused. She takes my hand and runs right in the middle of the fountain. We're getting splashed by water but I don't mind it even the tinniest bit because I'm with her. She is laughing out loud and sincere. We're having a splashing fight. Everyone is probably looking at us like we're crazy, but who cares. After a couple of minutes we're both soaked in water. While still laughing like idiots we walk away from fountain.
I look at her. Her wet hair is sticking to her face. I suddenly feel hot. I bit my lip and quickly avert my gaze. She picks up our backpacks and gives me mine. She takes my hand again, like that's completely normal, and we walk to the bus station. 
As we arrive at the station a realization suddenly hits me. "Rosy! We can't go on the bus like this!" 
"Like what?"
"Soaked in water!" 
"Oh, yeah. You're right," she awkwardly chuckles while scratching her nape. "Do you have any spare clothes to change to?" I ask her. "Actually I do. I have my PE clothes. What about you?"
"No." Oh crap, what now?
"Oh, look! I have a spare jacket here in the backpack. You can take it," she offers. I look at her and smile widely. Omg I can wear her clothes! Ahhhhh! "Thank you Rosy. I love you." 
"No problem. But... Ehh... Sorry I don't have any spare shorts or trousers or something. Jacket probably covers your legs too so... if you're fine with it."
"It's not like I have any other choice right?" I smile. 
"Ok, lets go to the restroom to change," she says, holds my hand and pulls me to restroom. We each go in a stall and change our clothes. I take off my wet clothes (and put them in a plastic bag we found in my backpack) and put on her jacket. It's a simple gray jacket with a hood, but I like it because it smells like her. Should I keep it? Maybe I'll ask her. Just like she said, it's to big for me and actually covers my legs to knees. Ugh, that's embarrassing! 
I walk out and wait for her. While waiting I try to dry my hair with a tissue. She comes out of the stall. She's wearing a tight sports T-shirt and shorts and she's tied her wet hair in a high ponytail. "Wow, you look hot," I blurt out without thinking. When I realize what I said I immediatelly panic. No, no, no. She's gonna get uncomfortable and remember what happened to her. Sh!t, sh!t, sh!t! "I'm so sorry-" 
"Hey, Lilly. Don't apologize. That's normal if you like me, I guess. And thanks for a compliment," she smiles. "You sure?" 
"Yeah," she comes to me and wraps her arm around my shoulder. She leads me out of the restroom. 
Our bus is about to arrive soon. We're standing on the platform when she suddenly says: "You look so cute in this big jacket. It makes my heart flutter," she says smiling and pokes my cheek, "Tiny Ace," she teases. "Hey," I pout, but I can't be mad because of the butterflies in my stomach. 
Our bus arrives and as usual we sit at the back row. It's almost empty again since it's late. She leans her head on my shoulder, takes my hand in hers and starts playing with my fingers. I reach out with my arm and hug her around the shoulders.
But there is something bothering me. Why is she acting all lovey-dovey today? She seems to like you. Aghhh. Those words don't seem to be leaving my mind. I'm afraid she's doing it to make me happy without meaning it. "Rosy," I whisper, "Can I ask you something?"
 "Mmmh," she mumbles almost sleeping on my shoulder. I hesistate for a moment but then gather my courage to ask her: "Do you really mean everything you're doing or are you being affectionate just to make me happy?" My voice breaks a little and she lifts her head. She looks me in the eyes. "I mean everything I do. I'm not faking anything." She suddenly leans closer to me and kisses my cheek tenderly. 
"Do you like me?" 
"Honestly... I... I don't know." 
"Ok." 
"It's not-"
"No, it's really okay Rosy. I'll wait."