RP:]] St Luke's Reform School For Young Gentlemen

"Exactly," I say as we start down the stairs, "I mean, I don't feel like having someone's armpit in my face on the first date."

I cringe at what I just said before looking back at Chris, "OK, that was gross. Sorry."

We pretty much manage to make our way down the stairs towards the main lobby pretty much without injury.

"Mm, armpits." I say, smiling a little.

We walk quietly out of the theater, which considering the things we're both coming out with at the moment is probably wise. Our hands are still joined as we hit the cool night air.

"Whoa, forgot how chilly it could get late night in New York." I say, rubbing my arm, "You going to be okay? I mean, I don't want you to get sick and then never want to see me again coz I gave you flu or something."

I smile at him, "no, I'll be fine. I've got a jacket in my bag if it gets too cold. Besides... I can always cuddle you for warmth, or just because I want to."

I hope that made sense, because I didn't really have the time to think it over in my head before I said it.

"Anyway, milkshakes?"

I really just want to get something into my mouth before I say something else stupid... NOT LIKE THAT THOUGH. Oooh man, why did I have to have rude overly sexual thoughts and innuendos racing around my brain tonight?

"Mm, can we pretend you don't have a jacket so you just have to cuddle me?" I ask, smirking a little.

I'm feeling a lot more confident now. She really does like me. So she should be able to handle my retarded comments. It's always a good start.

"Milkshakes it is then!"

Luckily the milkshake parlor isn't too far away from the theater. I think this area of town was just made for kids on dates. We've got bowling alleys, cinemas, milkshake parlors and fast food restaurants right within walking distance of each other.

We walk over the road to the parlor and get inside pretty quickly. It's nearly deserted which is a nice surprise. We walk across to a small booth in the corner and slip inside. I love this place, it looks like a little 50's diner.

"So, chocolate chip cookie dough? With two straws?"

"Yeah, that sounds ace to me. And if we want something even more fatness, I still have these," I say as I shake the packet of candy that I got at the cinema.

It cost me $3 for this box of chocolate coated sugar and I will be damed if I don't eat them on this date.

I watch as Chris nods to me before getting out of the booth to go and order us our milkshake. I watch him as he goes, watching the way he walks towards the counter, the way his hips shake just that little bit and how nice his ass looks in those jeans.

I bite my lip just thinking how lucky I am to be on a date with him. A date that is actually going well!

I keep pointing out other things to put in the milkshake. So far we have the two straws, a little blue umbrella which matched Becky's hair, a strange glittery broom looking type thing.

"Ooh! And one of the lit sparklers!" I add.

I hope I'm not going too overboard with this. I can't help myself. I want the milkshake to look as special as Becky is. Although I don't think that'd be at all possible.

As the waitress finishes adding the little finishing touches to the milkshake, I can't keep the goofy grin off my face. Everything's going right! She's not run away despite how useless I am! She actually likes me! This could be the start of something really special! I mean, I may only be 15 but my dad's were only 17 when they fell in love.

I jump up and down a little on the spot, I'm all excited about this already! The waitress hands me the milkshake and warns me to be careful with the sparkler. I'd be insulted if I wasn't aware of how useless I actually am.

I wait for Chris to come back, sorting out my bra and my cleavage again as I am waiting. I am such a freak when it comes to my breasts, but to be far, they are like the only part of my body I actually like and think looks good.

I just finish dusting off some of the excess popcorn dust from my chest as I see Chris from the corner of my eye. I turn to him and watch him as he sits down with the milkshake.

"A sparkler? Oooh wow," I say as I pluck the little firework from the glass, "I love these things."

I smile as I watch her twirling the little sparkling stick around, "Me too. Bright, sparkling, very pretty. They remind me of someone I know."

I pull the shiny, broomstick from the glass and suck the milkshake off the end of it before tucking it behind my ear, "What do you think?"

I gesture to my newest outfit addition, "I think it's rather chic."

I pluck the umbrella from the glass, again sucking the remains of the milkshake from it and tuck it carefully into Becky's hair, "And now we match, sort of."

"Oooh, yeah, I am so going to Hawaii," I laugh before blowing out the sparkler as I was always worried that they'd burn me.

"So, shall we put some of these in the milkshake? I can crush some up?" I ask Chris as I show him the box of candy that I got from the cinema.

I really like that we can have fun like this. Most of the problem with some guys, and girls, that go on dates is that they try to be too serious, like it's an adult date. We are still kids at heart, we are just kids that don't think the opposite sex is icky anymore. I like to have fun with a guy before anything else.

"Oooh yeah!" I say, clapping my hands in excitement.

I really hope she doesn't get the wrong impression. I just tend to get overexcited over the simplest things. It's one of the things I sort of picked up from my dad's.

"I just want to point out that I'm not gay, I'm just very excitable." I say, laughing a little, "And especially when candy's involved!"

I watch as she mashes up some of the candy and sets about sprinkling it into the milkshake, "A masterpiece my dear!"

"Well, you have got two gay Dad's so, I can see where you might have picked it up from. Plus Courtney is kind of manly, so you've gotta know where the girlishness went..."

Oh my God, why did I just say that?

"Sorry I... I, wasn't thinking when I... damnit, you've passed the saying silly things onto me," I whine before grabbing one of the straws and putting it into my mouth and sucking up some of the milkshake before I can say anything else.

I'm so happy that she's being as goofy as I am now. I feel even more comfortable around her than I did already.

"So... does that make me a lesbian then?" I ask, tapping my fingers against my chin, "Because I don't know how my dad's would take that one. Hell I don't even know how I'd take it."

I pretend to cry, "I'm so confused!"

I smile as I watch her drinking the milkshake, "Good?"

"Mmmm, very good," I say while I'm nodding, "have a taste."

"I'm just glad I haven't insulted you," I tell him.

"But, if you were a lesbian, what would mean you were a girl. And that would make me a lesbian. And I would have a looooot of explaining to do to my family," I laugh as I spin my straw in the glass, mixing all the little bits of chocolate covered sugar balls into the chocolate goodness.

"So, now we are sharing chocolate like the big girls that we are, shall we get into the whole relationship questions?"

"Mmm, then we must keep our love affair a secret, cherie." I say, in a strange French accent.

I take her chin in my hand and turn her to face me, "For I do not want you to be sent away for being a sexual devianttt."

I laugh a little and let go of her face. I huddle closer up to her and lean down to take a drink of the milkshake too. It is good, almost too good. It's like there's an orgy in my mouth. I choose not to share this one, that might be a little too strange.

"Oh man." I say, back in my Bronx accent, "That is good."

It's then I remember what else she's just said, "Mm, relationship questions? Like which ones?"

I giggle at his silly nature, loving that he is able to make me laugh so much. A sexual deviant? Aww, I love it.

"Erm, I meant things like, what you want from our relationship? Are we going to y'know, go out? Or just be friends?" I ask him this now because I don't want him to be strung along and I don't want to be strung along.

"I know it's kind of soon and we've only being out together for about three hours. But, I just like to know... if you don't know yet, that's fine I just... I'll shut up again," I say before pulling the straw into my mouth again and sucking in some more of the amazing chocolate milkshake.

Wow, she is forward.

"What? You mean, like, would I be your boyfriend or something?" I ask, smiling, "Coz I'd really like that. If you think you could put up with me, y'know?"

I move my hand nervously under the table, resting it on her knee with a big grin. Please don't slap me Becky!

"Yeah?" I ask him, a little excitedly.

"Well, I would love to be your girlfriend. I've liked you for ages and... yeah," I say to him before biting into my lip.

I feel his hand on my knee and I can't help but feel the butterflies in my stomach flutter up again.

"So, you wanna date me, and I wanna date you so... let's date!"

I grin back at her, "Okay! I don't really know if I'm, y'know, supposed to do something to make this official or what..."

I mean, besides kissing you which let's face it is so not going to happen between us tonight.

I lean down to take another drink from the milkshake that's still between us. Becky's been drinking most of it. Not that I'm complaining, I'd happily let her drink it all. But I would kinda like some myself too.

"Mmmmm. Your balls really did make that more appetizing... wait..."

I laugh at what he said, "Oooh Chris, you really do think you're gay, don't you?"

I laugh again before shaking my head ans resting my head on his shoulder, "but I'm glad you like my balls."

It's a lot better between the two of us now. He can say those silly things that he says and I just laugh it off now, I'm not taking the slightest bit of offence anymore.

"Well, I am from gay dad's, of course there's some gay in me." I say, smirking, "We're lucky it's just your sugary balls though."

I lean down and take another long drink of the milkshake, noticing that annoying slurping sound that comes from emptying a glass. Damnit, this date can't be over yet, can it?

I look up to the clock. It is getting pretty close to ten. Goddamnit.

"Mm... well, it was nice while it lasted anyway."

"Yeah, it was," I say, "next time we'll have to meet up at like... 3 or something so we can spend all evening together."

I hope I'm not being too pushy here, but I really do like him, and I know he likes me too. Normally my problem is that I am too mysterious and the guy gets bored or thinks I just wants to be friends and dumps me. This isn't going to happen this time.

"I mean, if you'd be cool with that because I really did have a great time tonight."

I nod and smile, "Yeah, I like that idea. Or we could even just spend like a full day together, maybe go out to the island or something?"

Easy Chris, don't force yourself on her.

I get up from my spot in the booth, sliding out and standing, holding my hand out to help her up. Not that she needs it, I just want to be the polite gentlemen, one of Dad M's ideas.

"M'lady."

I take a hold of his hand but use it more just to be there more to help me up. I stand myself, making sure I've got everything I had with me before walking out of the booth and out of the diner with Chris, still holding his hand.

"That's be nice. I just didn't want to force myself on you," I tell him, not sure why I told him that.

"So, do you wanna go somewhere else now? Or just walk really slow back?"

"Well ideally I'd go off somewhere else with you but I've kinda got a 10.30 curfew and my dad's go kind of insane if I break it. I was grounded for a weeks when I got back late from a Metallica gig last year." I say, half smiling, "Kind of embarassing really. But I will happily slowly walk you home. Shall we?"

My mind's racing as we start walking. How do I say goodbye to her? Do I kiss her goodnight or would her folks try and castrate me? Do I just hug her and tell her it was fun? Do we just smile, shake hands or what?

[[Just coz I have no other ideas for the date and they've been out for nearly three days, haha.]]

"It's not silly, it;s just kinda cute," I inform him, "I don't really have a curfew. But when it gets to about 11 my mum calls me every five minutes asking me where I am and if I need a ride home or something. That's practically a curfew," I tell him before laughing a little.

We're still holding hands as we walk down the busy block together, the neon lights lighting us up, making Chris look even more gorgeous in these white lights.

I'm kind of pissed that my parents decided to get a house so close to the city now. Just so I can walk a lot more with Chris than just a few blocks.

[[I had no ideas either, but I think my brain is dead, along with my body... urgh...]]

» RP:]] St Luke's Reform School For Young Gentlemen
» "St. Luke's Reform School" Discussion Post