~Erin’s point of view~
“Wasn’t Brian supposed to be here at eight?” Heather asked, putting food away in the kitchen.
“Yup, and its eight-thirty now.” I glanced at the clock over the microwave.
“And why was it that you didn’t go out to lunch like you were supposed to?” she asked.
“He canceled and said traffic had been bad and that he didn’t want to have to go back out again.”
“Oh… well that’s reasonable,” she gave me a weak smile.
“No, it’s not. And even you and your crazy theories can’t come up with anything to make this situation look better,” I told her glumly.
She tried to think of something, but failed. “Yeah, your right. I’m sorry.”
“Whats wrong with you?” Nick walked in.
“Brian was supposed to be here twenty minutes ago, and he canceled lunch,” Heather informed him.
“Oh, well I’m sure he had good reason. And I’m sure he’ll call,” Nick told me.
Just then the phone rang.
“See,” Nick smirked, picking it up. “Yeah, hold on… its for you,” he handed me the phone.”
“Hello?”
“Hey… listen, I’m sorry I’m running late. I’m on my way now though, so it shouldn’t be more than ten minutes. And we’re going to a really nice resturaunt, so wear something a little fancy, okay?”
“Alright. Bye,” I said shortly.
It was sad knowing that this was the last dinner we’d ever have as a couple. But I couldn’t go on like this… and we’d be getting our old dorm room back, so at least I wouldn’t be lonely.
‘Well, at least I wouldn’t be too lonely,’ I thought as I went upstairs to change. I found the blue dress I bought at the store with Amy way back when. Well, Amy bought with AJ’s credit card. Same difference. I didn’t bother with any make-up. What was the point? And I hated it, anyway. I did manage to quickly do something with my hair.
The doorbell rang. “Erin, Brian’s here,” I heard Heather call.
I went downstairs. “Looking good, man,” Nick was telling Brian. “Have fun tonight.”
“Bye,” I told them, and went outside. I was surprised to see that Brian was wearing a tux.
“Wow… you look… beautiful,” he managed.
“Thanks,” I told him. ‘Why doess he have to be sweet now?’ I wondered. ‘Is he trying to make this harder on me?’
We got in a car.
“Where’d you get this?”
“I rented it for the weekend, since mine’s at home,” he told me.
He turned on the radio, and didn’t say much more for the trip.
‘Back to normal…’ I thought.
We pulled up to a restaurant about twenty minutes later. It was waterfront.
“Hold on,” he told me, getting out and coming over to open my door. We walked inside.
He was right. It was fancy. Lots of couples and families were all dressed up, looking elegant. And rich. Each table was lit by candlelight. Soft, steady music was playing by a live band.
“Do you have a reservation?” the hostess asked Brian.
“Yes, Littrell,” Brian told her.
She looked down. “Oohh… right this way,” she led us to a table with a great view of the water. “Your waiter should be with you shortly.”
“Brian… this is… too much…” I looked around.
“Well, I wanted tonight to be special,” Brian gave a boyish grin.
“Can I get you something to drink?” the waiter appeared.
“Your finest wine, please,” Brian told him.
“Very well, sir.”
“So… did you get all your shopping for your family done today?” I asked.
“Huh? Yeah…” he looked out the window, not really paying attention.
‘Every time I’m about to change my mind, he acts like he could care less whether I’m here or not.’ This time I’d be smart enough to stick with my decision.
Chapter 69
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As Time Goes
Frick's Fairytales