I Have a Really Big House in Miami!

Chapter 5

I Always Like A Man That Says 'Please'!

I still can't believe he answered his cell phone for his mom on our date! But he was actually being a gentleman after that because I think he knew that that was rude. "Here we are!" He said, actually seeming excited. He opened the car door for me while we looked up at a very tall and familiar movie theater. I didn't look at his seemingly painful bruise anymore, but I couldn't get the disgusting picture out of my head. It was yellow, blue, and purple altogether. "Do you play baseball? By any chance..." I couldn't help myself.

He seemed surprised by the question. "No." he said. "Why?" I was hoping he wouldn't have asked that.

"Well," I didn't want to lie to him anymore. "I was just wondering how you got that bruise on your arm." I swept a quick glance toward it. And as I looked at it, he moved a tiny bit away from me. The wind fluttered his shirt ever so slightly so I could see a sliver of his back. All the way down, it was the same color as his bruise. He took a glance in my direction, bending his head as far as his neck would allow him. It was a cool evening and the wind was comfortable and chilly. He looked very nervous. "Oh my god!" I was too shocked not to speak about what I had seen. He couldn't have gotten an injury this bad in a normal sport! "What happened?!" He seemed to notice that I knew too much. He looked like he was thinking. And pain slashed across his face. Not physical pain, but emotional pain. He didn't seem to want to think about what had happened.

"Um... I'm not really supposed to talk about it." He stared into my eyes. I was actually noticing how handsome he was. He was REALLY handsome actually. He had dirty-blond hair, and olive skin. His eyes were amazing. They were an incomprehensible shade of blue. They were much brighter than you would think possible for his skin tone. And they had the slightest ring of brown on the outsides. I was in awe. “What?” he asked obviously noticing me looking at his face so intently.

"Oh nothing. You know, you're actually really gorgeous." I couldn't believe that these words were actually coming out of my mouth! He didn't seem to be caught of guard by the observation, like I thought that he would.

"Well thanks! You're pretty gorgeous yourself." He seemed happy that we had gotten off the topic of his bruise.

"Thanks Robbie." I started to laugh and he joined in. We were laughing until we got to the booth where they sell the tickets.

"Two tickets for Scares: Familiar, please?" He asks politely. I always like a man that says 'please'. OMG! I THINK I AM FALLING FOR ROBBIE! I kind of didn't want to, but he is just so nice and gorgeous! I wonder if he will make a move during the movie...

I Have a Really Big House in Miami!

Chapter 4

The Horrible Car Ride

"So..." he was letting the conversation get awkward before either of us had even said anything. He was really getting on my nerves. dring-fling-kring-dring-fling-kring... His cellphone started ringing a very annoying ring tone. I don't think I did a good job hiding my frustration. He started getting red. He was just staring at me.

"Answer the cell phone!" I said annoyed. He fumbled with it but finally got to flipping it open. He held it up to his pink ear.

"Oh. Hi mom. Um... I can't really talk right now. I'm kinda busy..." He said very pink and embarrassed. I was fuming. I could hear him mom getting very annoyed on the cell phone. His cell phone was an old, bulky, ugly piece of something that looked like plastic. We still weren't moving in the car. I could still hear his mom and I think she was trying to have him come home and do laundry. I couldn't believe it. I also couldn't wait to tell Sophia how dorky her crush is. I thought I heard his mom threatening him with her husband in some way, but I decided to ignore it. He seemed a little fidgety and nervous after that. But he finally hung up the cell phone and put it back in his butt pocket. I think he could tell how mad I was at him for answering his cell phone on our date. I decided to act a little nicer and flirtatious.

"So Ronnie... was that your mother?" I asked in an innocent tone.

"Yeah..." he said "Sorry about that. She kind of has a temper when she wants me to do something and I refuse..."

"Well that's okay." THAT WAS ABSOLUTELY NOT OKAY. And right then, I noticed something... I very painful looking bruise on his bicep. It looked almost yellow. But it looked like it wasn't hit just once. It looked like it was hit several times. I felt a chill go through my body. The hair on the back of my neck flew up.

"What?" he asked obviously noticing that I wasn't looking at his face. I think he was talking but I was too zoned out.

"The bruise on your arm... what happened?" I asked in a non-fiction concerned voice. "Are you alright?" He looked down at the green-yellow bruise as if he didn't even know he had it. I thought I saw a flash of regret fall across his face.

"Oh yeah I'm fine... so... what type of music do you like?" I didn't really like any of the music he had in his car, but I just said that I liked the Pussy Cat Dolls to make him happy. The rest of the car ride wasn't really akward, but it was kind of boring. I hope the date will go better...