If That's What You Wanna' Do

II

The sun began peeking through the curtains. With a smile on my face I stretched out, wiggling out of my sheets. As I opened my eyes I realized it was a bit chilly. The curtains were waving with the chilling autumn breeze. I had left the damn window open again.

I hesitantly got up, looking around my room for pesky birds. I didn't want to remember that time two flying rats found their way through my window...

Luckily there were no birds this time. I felt kinda stupid hunting with a stray broom in my nightie. I thought I was safe to get dressed, but then the doorbell rang.

"Shit!" I hissed at myself. I quickly grabbed my robe and headed down the stairs.

Looking through the peephole I saw that it was George. I had forgotten all about our date!

"Hello, George..." I blushed, opening the door. I held my robe tightly closed. I was already embarrassed enough.

"I thought we were going to the beach, not having a sleepover." He chuckled. "Do you need a few?"

"Yes, please." I smiled shyly and let him in. "You can watch the tele while I get ready."

"Already planned on it." He said as he sat down on my sofa, taking his sunglasses off. I stopped at the bottom of the stairs, looking over at him. He looked quite statuesque sitting there, staring at the screen.

I got ready as fast as I could. I wasn't sure to dress warmly or coolly. I picked warmly and hoped I didn't make the wrong decision.

"There you are." George stood up, turning the television off. "Ready?"

"More than." I smiled at him.

He held the small of my back as we went out the door and to his car. George opened the door and closed it behind me. He was acting quite gentlemanly today...which wasn't like him.

"You're acting so strange." I pointed out. George smiled to himself as he began to drive.

"Well, I'm with you." His voice became quiet as he looked down towards his lap briefly.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I playfully hit him across the chest.

"No attacking the driver." He glanced at me, giggling like a little kid.

The drive to the beach was long but full of laughs. I had never seen George so happy or at least this outgoing about it. He and I were always the quiet ones, the ones who had so much going on in our heads but so little going on to everyone else.

"What did you bring for us?" I asked him. "We're certainly not swimming."

"Of course." He stopped halfway towards the water and threw his backpack on the sand. "I just think the ocean is beautiful this time of year." There were no people for a good kilometer. To be honest, it looked like Heaven.

George looked out towards the waves. My heart fluttered like it did back home, he, again, looked statuesque and I felt like I had waiting for my roommate in the rain.

"George..." I mumbled barely loud enough for him to hear me. He quickly looked back at me.

"(Y/N)." He smiled a crooked smile. "Shall we lay out the blanket?"

"Sure." I said in a disappointed tone. My heart was confident but my mind wasn't. I am not normally like this, it was a side of me I had never seen.

We spread out right there. George had brought along some food and some drinks. He sat down and began taking off his shoes.

"You were saying something before?" He reached into his backpack and took out a couple of rollies and stretched out on the blanket.

"I was just gonna' say that you were right. It is very beautiful." I nodded, sitting down next to him and taking one of the rollies.

"I told you so." He sighed, lighting up and handing me the flame. "But no sight can compare to you."

"What did you say?" I felt speechless. I couldn't believe my eyes, George's face was turning pink!

"You're beautiful." He moved some hair out of my face and behind my ear. "And I...love you." It felt like a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders. He said it first.

"I love you, too." I blushed, leaning in for a little kiss.

It turned into more than a peck. George grabbed the back of my neck and moved me on top of him as we laid back on the blanket. Our rollies fell into the sand and died out. My heart felt like it was going to explode. His arms wrapped around me, his hands resting on the small of my back as our lips danced melodically.

"(Y/N)?" George stopped me. "Would you like to make things official?"

"What do you mean?" I felt like I was a skipping record. I couldn't believe any of the things he was saying. It felt like a dream.

"I would love that." I whispered, pecking his lips once more.