We entered Charlie’s and we immediately drew attention. We looked like a couple and with it being a small town where almost everyone knew each other I knew we were going to be the towns gossip.
Brian was dressed in simple jeans and a red t shirt with his leather letterman jacket hanging off his arm. I’d almost forgotten about his position as quarter back in high school, until I’d seen the coat in the back of the car. I’d never gone to a game but I’d heard how good he was.
“Table for two” he told the hostess. She smiled warmly at us and led us to a two seater table. The place was packed, the amount of bodies made the place warm. The decor was outback and had animal heads and hunting pictures all around.
The loud chatter of the customers and staff made it difficult to hear.
I sat down and stared blankly at the menu already knowing what I wanted.
“I’ll take a bud light” I looked up at him surprised. He caught my look and laughed.
“Martini dry” I said, he shook his head still smiling as the waitress took off.
“I didn’t take you for a bud light drinker” I said, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
“I knew you were a martini type of person” he countered. I stuck my tongue out at him.
Our drinks came and not shortly after we ordered more and then came the food. Our small talk was pleasant and I enjoyed his companionship.
His deep bellow of a laugh brought many eyes as I devoured my steak like an animal. I couldn’t help it I was so hungry and had been craving meat the past couple of days.
He’d ordered some kind of noodle concoction and it smelt horrible, I told him as much. But men were weird they ate food that smelt off and they didn’t care.
We ordered more drinks and by my final one I was really feeling it.
“We should get going” Brian suggested, I agreed and almost fell over as I stood. To much movement way to quickly.
The ride home felt so slow, I felt like I was sitting in the car for hours. When we finally pulled up I sprung out of the car and landed flat on my face in the grass. I could hear Brian laughing and turned to look at him, he was laying in the yard holding his stomach and that’s when I started laughing and couldn’t stop.
“Shit I’m gonna pee” I said teetering to my feet.
“Do you have a second bathroom?” He asked and I laughed even harder, clutching my legs together in a desperate attempt to hold my bladder.
“No” I made it to the front door and had just managed to get the door unlocked as I heard the sound of a small stream. Looking over I gaped at Brian, he stood with his legs braced his hand braced against the siding of the house and a stream of piss coming from between his legs pouring into the grass.
Normally I would have been grossed out or offended but at the moment I found it to be the funniest thing I’d ever seen and almost didn’t make it to the bathroom.
Once Brian came back inside and I finished doing my business, we collapsed on my bed, tangling our legs together we laid side by side looking up at my white ceiling.
“Yea?” He burped. Gross, yet still I laughed.
“Will you be my fake boyfriend?”
“My parents want me to get married” I said simply.
I felt the bed dip on my left side and the small brush of his lips at the corner of my mouth, “sure” he breathed before we both passed out.
A low groan pulled me from my dreamless sleep. Cracking an eye open I glanced around and settled on the form beside me.
Both eyes opened in shock and I watched breathless as he stood from the bed and ran to the bathroom. A low moan came from behind the closed door and the sound of him peeing was heard.
I laid there not sure what to think.
I remembered everything from the dinner to falling out of the car to him peeing on my lawn to asking him to be my fake boyfriend.
I rose from the bed adjusting the red dress I still wore.
My tongue felt thick and dry, my head was pounding and my stomach was turning. Throwing a hand over my mouth I breathed deep and pushed back the vomit that threatened to come forward.
The bathroom door opened and Brian walked out, his blonde hair stuck out in all directions and his clothes were wrinkled. “Hey” he murmured sounding still half asleep.
“Hi” I groaned rushing around him to go relieve myself.
When I came out he looked a little better, he was pulling his shoes on.
“Thank you for dinner, I needed that” I really did it was probably the most fun I’d had in a long time, it was rare to let myself go like that.
“Your welcome, I look forward to doing it again some time” he smiled slyly.
“Yea next time how about you don’t water my lawn” I laughed as a small blush made its way up his neck into his cheeks.
“I was hoping you wouldn’t remember that” he muttered, he looked up at me curiously, ” were you serious about me being your fake boyfriend?”
I flushed red and my body felt on fire, I was so embarrassed, “would you think bad of me if I said yes?”
“Depends” he said coming to stand in front of me.
“On?” I questioned
“If you can control yourself with falling in love with me” he smirked.
“I think I can manage”
My mother called me shortly after Brian left asking when we could all get together and meet the boy who stole my heart. If only she knew she’d already met him and he sat with us almost every time we met up for dinner with the other families.
I called Mrs. Holtz and let her know I would be in tomorrow.
I spent the day trying my hardest to keep busy, to keep my mind off of him.
Currently I was jogging, the clouds that were once lite with the bright summer day we’re turning a stormy gray. A small gust of wind picked up and I was still far from my house as the rain began to pour down.
My body burned and ached as I pushed myself harder. Water dripped off my face and my hair began to feel heavy as it absorbed the rain.
My mind finally at ease for a brief moment, the weather felt like my mind, a turbulent storm that seemed to pour an endless amount of rain with bolts of electricity that struck out dangerously.
Keeping my hands above my head I paced the driveway enjoying the coolness of each drop.
My breaths were harsh and my chest rose and fell with deep intakes and exhales of breath.
I stood in my drive way under the pouring rain and stared blindly down the street.
The rain came to a sprinkle and I was soaked head to toe. Walking through the front door I walked through the living room heading for the bathroom when I stopped and stared.
Without second guessing, I picked up the vase and walked outside to the end of the driveway, opening the garbage bin I tried not to look or think as I tossed away my favorite flowers from him.
I strode back into the house and into the bathroom to take a quick shower.
I’d just started to cook the spaghetti noodles when a knock at the front door caused me to jump. Wiping my hand on the dish rag I went to the front door and opened it.
“I thought you might like some more company fake girlfriend”
Brian stood on the other side his smile reached ear to ear, a pair of thick rimmed glasses shielded his eyes, something I’d never seen him wear before, he looked devilishly handsome. In his right hand he held a bottle of wine and in his left he held two wine glasses.
Raising an eyebrow I leaned against the door barring his way in, “You know we’re not really boyfriend and girlfriend right?”
He shrugged his shoulders, ” I know but even as a fake boyfriend I should treat you right”
Leaving forward I placed a chaste kiss on his cheek and stepped aside.
Just as I was going to close the door a flash of red flew down the street, my breath caught in my throat and my heart constricted as my mind jumped to conclusions, stepping onto the small cement front porch I looked out but the car was gone. I was fooling myself.
“It smells wonderful” Brian called from the kitchen.
“Not to brag but I make amazing spaghetti” I said closing the door and walking back to the kitchen.
Brian opened the bottle, let it breath then poured us both a glass.