Generation1-Chapter 3: Drunk Nights

The next day seemed to go by slowly. But it took hours for me to find something to wear! In my excitement to go out onto a date, I had completely forgotten how poor I truly was. I was super nervous with butterflies in my stomach.

He showed up at nightfall, around seven PM. All I had to show was an ugly dress and my only pair of sneakers. I stood back and let him look me over. He started LAUGHING! I frowned. "What?" I asked, not even bothering to hide my agitation.

He cleared his throat slightly and smiled. "Nothing. Ready to go?" he asked, offering his arm. I sighed, looping my arm through his before setting off.

Once we were on the road, which took a while (he opened the door for me, and closed it and everything!), I was full of questions. "So where are we going?" I asked. No answer. "Why is it a formal occasion?" No answer. ". . . . Why did you laugh?" His grin told me he wasn't going to answer any of my questions, so I stopped asking.

He parked in the parking lot of a local store. I turned and gave him a questioning look, but, of course, he didn't reveal anything. He went in the store, coming out a few moments with a large bag. Unfortunately I couldn't see into the bag. He put the bag into the trunk, and we drove on.

"Go put this on," he said once we were inside The Grind. His tone was sweet and caring, not judging. I took the bag from his hands and walked into the nearest bathroom. I was grateful he had thought of me as he did; the outfit I was wearing was not for a dance club. . . not one bit.

I got into the outfit Ryan had picked for me. He had pretty good taste for a man, I have to admit. The braid that was in my hair didn't please me with my current outfit, so I also fixed it differently using the very dirty bathroom mirror.

He was waiting near the entrance when I came out. He wasn't the only one watching, though. I swallowed hard as I walked out, hearing several snooty comments from the other girls, and whistles and such from the boys. My cheeks burned, and I knew I was blushing. Like a boss, I thought for a moment.

"Now don't you look simply mind-blowing, Jennie," he said.

I smiled. "Thank you. I would have never been able to afford a dress such as this! I'm glad you let me use it," I told him.

He grinned. "Borrow? It's yours."

I shook my head. "Oh, no, I can't take this!" I exclaimed.  

"Too bad!"

 

When I awoke the next morning, I was stunned. I had a throbbing headache, and I couldn't hardly recall a thing. But that wasn't the least of my worries. I woke up, and I was lying on Ryan. Not to mention I was in my pajamas, and he was in his boxers. It could have been worse, I thought.

What have I done? What will he think? How far did we go?! I bit my lip as I waited for Ryan to wake.

Generation 1-Chapter 2

Pulling around the curb and into my driveway I happen to see quite a familiar figure. Her distinct red hair and bright golden eyes, noticeable even from a distance. It was obviously her, my sister, who had come. She closed her car door and picked her daughter up from her car seat, before heading my way.

As I let her in, her daughter's bright blue eyes met mine. I had never seen her daughter before, seeing as my sister forgot to tell me she'd been pregnant. Plus, the fact that the man who got her pregnant turned her. As far as I could tell, her daughter was also a vampire. From what my sister described their new life as, fledgling vampires have yet to fall victim to the effects of the sun. This will happen when they fully transform.

My sister came in and sat on the couch, propping her daughter up on her lap. I sat beside them. "So who is this little cutie?" I asked her. To develop a relationship with my niece, I'd have to know her name. "Rachel," my sister answered. "And before you start asking questions, Jennifer, her father isn't interested," she said. I gave her a questioning look, and she continued. "After he found out about the pregnancy, he bailed. He was all for it when he was busy suckin' my blood. But after---nope." I snorted. "Boys, what's wrong with them?" I offered her a playful smile as I said it, hopefully to cheer her up. Then I looked down at Rachel. "So. . . Why would you tell me this in front of her?" I asked. She shrugged and said, "Didn't I mention that we have heightened senses than humans? She would have heard me even if I were in another part of the house." That did make sense. Though she looked young enough; perhaps she wouldn't remember. "Well," she said, standing and handing me the baby, "I've gotta run." I nodded and she left.

I looked down at her small figure. "Rachel, what would you like to do?" I asked. She stared at me blankly. "Right," I mumbled. She didn't know how to talk. "Oh I have an idea!" I said, moving to the floor.

I was going to teach her to talk. That is, I was going to try to teach her. Most of the time she shook her head, refusing to sound out the words and repeat them back. However, a few hours later, I was able to teach her to talk.

 Just for fun I went out and bought a cheap little kiddie pool. I filled it with water and hopped in, after checking the water's temperature and putting Rachel in the pool. She seemed to really enjoy it. She splashed around for at least a good two hours before the water started to get cooler with the passing day. I also was able to relax. I might have to do this more often! Of course, it might look odd seeing a grown adult in a kiddie pool . . . without a kid. I sighed. No, that would not work.

I was draining the water when I though I heard someone behind me. I whirled around.

 He casually picked Rachel out of the pool before turning to face me. "So, uh. We've been working together for a while, and I was wondering, would you like to go out on a date?" I felt heat go to my face, and I looked away. Why of all those pretty girls out there, would he pick me? Me! I felt self-conscious again, mainly because I was outside in a bathing suit with a guy asking me out on a date. "I'd love to, except," I cut off, looking down at Rachel. "How about we all go out to ice cream. Would you like that?" he asked Rachel. "Ywes!" she replied without hesitation. I smiled. I just hoped he wouldn't ask me to pay. .

As it turns out, I didn't have to pay. I did order for us though, seeing as he was holding Rachel. Rachel was the first one to get her icecream, and already had it gone by the time we even started on ours! We had a fun time though. If you could even consider it a "date," it was the best one I've been on. Actually, the only date I've been on. But that wasn't all . . .

We also went to the park!

Rachel played in the sand while we enjoyed our dinner--hotdogs, no less. But I was grateful. I was very hungry by the time. Not to mention I wasn't the one that had to cook!

After that he asked me to watch the stars with him. I was taken aback, but agreed. I leaned back, and he put his hand atop of mine. He acted like he didn't notice, but when I blushed and looked at him, he looked back with a grin. I smiled back, and he put he arm behind me and moved closer. "So I was wondering . . . Would you like to go on another date on Friday?" I nodded. "But where?" "It's a surprise. Is 7 good?" I nodded again. "Don't forget your dress!" Oh gosh, I thought, biting my lip.

Of course then Rachel walked over to us and sat beside me, yawning. I smiled at Ryan, and we packed up to leave.

I put Rachel to bed before going into the living room to speak with Ryan. I stared at the floor, seemingly unable to meet his gaze.

 Me: "Thanks for the date. It was nice."

Ryan: "I enjoyed it too, and your daughter is adorable!" I giggled. "What?" he asked.

Me: "She's not my daughter. She's my niece. I was babysitting her today for my sister."

Ryan: "Oh, I'm sorry." I shrugged.

Me: "Don't be. Rachel is a sweet little girl. I'd love to be her mom." He smiled.

Ryan: "I think you would make a good mom to her."

Me: "So, the first day, why were you so. . . cold?" I asked.

Ryan: "I was shocked. Surprised."

Me: "Why?"

Ryan: "Such a beautiful lady was coming to work with me in my kitchen." I blushed.

Me: "So why are you only becoming interested in me? Why me, of all people?"

Ryan: "I am not just now becoming interested. I have since I saw you. And you because-well, you seem so unique. Beautiful, honest, hard-working, and fun," he said, "my kind of girl." He coughed. "So-uh-see you Friday?" I nodded.