When August said that we would be walking around a lot, he wasn't kidding. He had taken me to a botanical garden. It was open late because he donated to it every year. We just walked around and looked at the beautiful plants together in a comfortable silence.
"I want to say thank you for helping out Mischa," August spoke up. I smiled softly and turned my attention to him.
"No problem. Mischa is a wonderful student, even though she didn't turn in her work," I replied. August chuckled.
"I'd hate to say that she gets it from me," August smiled.
"Oh?" I said.
"I had that same problem of doing the work and never turning it in as a kid," He explained, "It led to my father 'convincing' me that I needed to turn my work in." I giggled.
"I guess his way of convincing you was laying a thick strip of leather across your butt," I said.
"You could say that," He smiled again. We both laughed.
"I understand completely. My parents used to do that to me when I made some not-so smart choices up until I was a teenager," I informed.
"Well I'm your teenage years, you're expected to make those types of choices," He remarked.
"Oh really? What kind of not-so smart choices did you make?" I asked.
"I should've never opened my mouth," He joked.
"It would've saved you the possible embarrassment of having to tell me about some things you did in the past," I chuckled.
"I won't tell you anything until you tell me something," He said.
"Gosh darn it. I should've never opened my mouth," I hissed. He laughed.
"No you shouldn't have. It would've saved you the possible embarrassment of having to tell me some things you did in the past," He told me.
"Using my own words against me, eh?" I asked.
"Yes I am. Now start telling me what you did that was not-so smart," He replied.
"Oh no, Mr. Flores," I shook my head, "You have to tell me something about yourself."
"Do I have to?" He sighed.
"Yes, sir, you do," I responded.
"Has anyone told you how sexy you sound when you tell them what to do?" He questioned with a small smirk.
"I see what you're doing, August. It's not going to work," I smiled.
"Fine," He groaned softly, "I'll tell you something, but you can never ever let this get out to anyone."
"Who will I tell, August? Mischa?" I gave him a straight face. He laughed.
"You have a point there," He said. I giggled softly.
"Alright. Enough stalling. Tell me," I said.
"Fine," He sighed, "I'll tell you, but you have to pinky promise to not tell anyone."
"What are we five?" I asked.
"No, but I'd feel a little more relieved if we joined pinkies," He responded.
"Okay, August," I rolled my eyes, "Let's pinky promise that I won't tell anyone about the not-so smart things you've done."
"Oh now your heart just isn't in it," He told me.
"My heart has to be in it?" I squinted my eyes at him, "Seriously?"
"Yes. Seriously," He nodded.
"I swear you're more of a kid than me," I responded.
"I wouldn't exactly call you a kid," He said.
"What exactly would you call me?" I asked.
"A beautiful, curvaceous, intelligent, and kind woman," He responded.
"Thank you," I smiled, "You're very handsome, you have a way with words, you are a very sweet man, and a great father from what I’ve seen ."
"Thank you," He nodded.
"Now let's get this pinky promise over with," I said. He held out his pinky and I did the same. We both locked them.
"Do you swear to not tell anyone about anything I've told you tonight?" He asked.
"I swear to not tell anyone about anything you've told me tonight," I vowed.
"Thank," He said. We unhooked pinkies and he looked at me.
"Let's continue walking so I can tell you," He said.
"Alright," I nodded. We continued to walk down the path through the botanical garden.
"When I was 15, I had just started high school and my brothers were going to this huge high school party together. Me, being the bright eyed horny teenage boy, begged them to let me tag along. Begrudgingly, they let me go with them to this party," He explained.
"What happened next?" I asked.
"I'm getting there," He responded, "My brothers, when we had arrived at this party, had pretty much ditched me. It was a little intimidating to be in a house filled with seniors considering how I was practically the only freshman there. I had pretty much walked around the entire house as people enjoyed themselves while being nervous that someone would notice that I was a freshman and possibly kick me out."
"Now that sounds a little cliché," I told him.
"How so?" He inquired.
"Kicking you out of a party because you're a freshman," I replied.
"Well that's how it was back then to be honest. Nobody wants to invite bright eyed, fresh out of middle school children," He chuckled.
"I guess," I shrugged.
"Anyways. Back to the story, I had walked towards this large kitchen that was filled with many people. In one area, there were people playing beer pong, Another area, people were drinking and socializing, and the last area,a bunch of jocks were chugging beer like they were born to do it. One of the guys playing beer pong, recognized me because he was friends with one of my brothers. He had asked me to join his team for beer pong and I accepted eagerly because I wanted to be accepted so badly."
"I guess the embarrassing part is coming up?" I asked.
"Yeah pretty much," He answered. I giggled.
"During beer pong, the guy and I would win each time we played. It left the other feeling quite upset because they had to drink each time. You could say that I was having a bit of a winning streak," He explained, "It wasn't until my last shot in the game that my winning streak was over. I was getting a little too cocky to be honest and I hate to say that I lost because of it. The other two guys ended up making the shot each time chasing me and brother's friend to drink. My brother's friend was agitated with me for missing each time."
"Oh now this is about to get exciting," I smirked.
"Exciting for who? You?" He asked.
"Pretty much. Yeah," I nodded.
"You better get ready to tell me your most embarrassing experience when I'm done," He said.
"I don't think what I'm going to tell you will too what you're telling me," I replied.
"You don't think so?" He asked.
"I know so. Now continue the story," I answered.
"Our opponents were beating us badly at this game to the point of where my partner and I were like seven or eight beers in. My partner could handle his liquor, as for me, I couldn't do it at all. I was drunk off my behind and it wasn't a pretty sight to be honest. My brother's friend ended up finding another partner for the game because I was too drunk to do anything," He informed, "As I was stumbling around, a bunch of girls had asked me to play truth or dare with them." August sighed in exasperation.
"Is it that bad?" I asked.
"Yeah it is. I thought I had put this memory in the far corners of my mind," He responded. I giggled.
"What happened next?" I queried.
"We played truth or dare. I was the first one to be dared to go into a closet with one of them for seven minutes. So I went into the closet with the girl. As I was about to kiss the girl, some guy actually scared the literal piss out of me while the girl laughed. The joke was on her and me because I threw up both her and the guy. One of the girl's friends had swung open the door to find that I had pissed myself while the girl and the guy were covered in vomit," He finished. I looked at him for a moment before I burst into laughter.
"Oh my God. That's so gross," I laughed. He rolled his eyes.
"Yeah yeah. Laugh it up," He grumbled.
"Aww. I'm sorry," I tried to pinch his cheek, but he swatted my hand. He began walking ahead of me as I continued laughing.
"August, wait," I giggled. He finally stopped a few feet ahead of me.
"Are you done laughing?" He questioned.
"Yeah," I calmly stated. He looked at me and I laughed again. He sighed loudly.
"Okay," I giggled, "I'm done. I'm so serious." I managed to compose myself and stop laughing.
"I don't know if I believe you," He said.
"I swear to you that I'm done laughing, August," I responded.
"I'm still not convinced," He said.
"Well how can I convince you?" I asked. He went quiet for a moment before a mischievous look came upon his face.
"If you're so eager to convince me then you can kiss me," He proposed. I stepped closer to him. I cupped his face and pressed my lips against his. His hands skimmed along the side of my arms and moved down to my waist. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer as we kissed.
Hesitantly, I stopped kissing him and pecked his lips once.
"Wow," He breathlessly said. I giggled.
"Come on, Mr. Flores. We have so much more to see," I smiled. He smiled back and took my hand into his. He kissed the back of my hand.
"Yes we do, my dear."