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Well That Wasnt A Wasted Weekend Pt 02

Well That Wasnt A Wasted Weekend Pt 02

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B was hiding in her room. She wasn't remotely scared of Caitlin; she just didn't want any interaction with her. What would be the point? She would be gone before summer was over, even if she made it past then, definitely by the winter holidays. Tyler had always been predictable in that regard. By Christmas there would be a new vapid blonde she would have to be civil to. Hopefully not as insufferable as Caitlin. It did make her wonder what Jace had even seen in her, but then remembered that so many men had a weakness for blondes. One of life's curious mysteries.

As the urge for food superseded her desire to avoid Caitlin she headed downstairs to grab a snack. She headed to the kitchen, ignoring Tyler and Caitlin making out on the couch. She made herself a sandwich and was about to retreat upstairs when a grating voice addressed her.

"Oh look Tyler, the mole came out of its hole to get food." Caitlin said snidely. Believing herself to be funny.

B shrugged. "Better a mole than someone who voluntarily puts her mouth on that." She gestured to Tyler.

"You're just jealous we both have each other." Jibed Caitlin.

"Yeah." Snickered Tyler. "Forever a-loner."

B sniggered. "Caitlin, frankly any sexual contact with him is a major health hazard. I didn't even know Super-Gonorrhea was a real thing until he caught it."

She saw the look of horror on Caitlin's face flicking to look at Tyler before heading upstairs hearing Tyler say.

"Babe, she's really overstating it, it wasn't even the worst strain..."

His voice drowned out when she reached her room. Her phone buzzed. She went to check it and saw she had a text from a new number.

'Hey it's Jace, I have a question. Is texting a girl the day after you see her charming or creepy?'

Hearing from him made her smile. She quickly texted back.

'Depends on the impression you left on the girl. Whether she explicitly gave you her number asking you to arrange a date with her. I'd have to say charming ;)'

A couple minutes later her phone buzzed again.

'Excellent, in that case, are you busy Thursday afternoon? I thought we'd go for a classic, movie and dinner.'

She typed back.

'I'm free, where are we going? Also, isn't it dinner and a movie?'

He replied.

'Why would you do it that way round? Watch the movie first then discuss it over food, you know it makes sense ;P. I was hoping you'd come to my neck of the woods, there's a movie theatre nearby and a great shawarma place.'

She smirked, being close to his place meant being close to his bedroom. She mulled it over as long he actually made an effort at a full date she didn't mind.

'I like shawarma. Okay, text me your address. I'll come round Thursday.'

He texted a big thumbs up emoji then his address. She was genuinely excited. He had been fun, someone worth hanging out with this summer.

Jace beamed when he saw her message accepting his invitation. He was pretty sure she would say yes but there was still a lingering doubt. She might have changed her mind. Now to ensure his bedroom didn't look like a pigsty by Thursday and buy some condoms. Not that he was expecting to take her back to his room...but you never know, and seeing someone living like they don't give a shit never leaves a good impression. He had let things slide a bit since he and Caitlin broke up. He went about clearing the floor and trying to locate the vacuum cleaner.

Thursday arrived and B was trying to decide on what to wear. Arriving in sweats and a hoodie seemed inappropriate, while he had already seen her in that attire. Showing up on a date wearing it, felt like it would send the wrong message. She mulled over what she had in her wardrobe. She eventually chose a tight David Bowie T-shirt and a pair of high waisted jeans with a pair of boots. Comfy, but not so comfy to say 'I couldn't be bothered to get dressed to see you', a happy compromise.

She had booked an Uber and was heading downstairs towards the front door when she encountered Tyler coming out of the kitchen. He looked her up and down, clearly having an ogle as Caitlin wasn't here to be upset by it and gave B a suspicious look.

"Where are you going?" He asked, almost confrontationally.

"Out into town, back later." She answered not really wanting to speak to him.

"Who with?" He grunted with irritation.

"My date." She narrowed her eyes at him wearing a smirk.

"And who is that?!" He asked, glaring at her.

She batted her eyelashes sweetly, a hint of venom in her tone. "That would be Jace, he asked me out. I said yes. Not much else to it. Now I'm off, byeee."

She continued her march to the front door hearing him muttering under his breath. Choosing to wait by the front gate rather than stay in Tyler's vicinity. It wouldn't be long for her ride to show up.

Jace was in his apartment, his room was spotless and his fresh sheets smelled like vanilla. He was ready and good to go...for the date, this was a date. He reminded himself, they were meant to be getting to know each other, not just getting up close and personal in his bed. As good as that prospect sounded. Eventually his phone buzzed, showing a call from B. He answered.

"Hey,"

"Hey, I am outside your place, what are we doing?" She responded.

He looked at the window and saw her down on the sidewalk. The long mane of ginger curls was unmistakable.

"I see you, be down in a sec. Stay right there."

Ending the call and making his way downstairs, finally encountering her at ground level. He walked over, she greeted him with a smile, which he returned.

He tried to sound easy going. "What the etiquette here? Shake hands? Hug? Do a little dance?"

She smirked, singing her reply. "Make a little love, get down tonight, doo,do,doo,do."

He chuckled. "If you insist."

She giggled back. "I think a hug is fine." Holding out her arms.

He stepped forward, wrapped his arms around her and gave her a squeeze. Pushing her breasts against him and liking the feeling. Then untangling himself before he hugged her too long and made it weird.

"So what movie are we going to see?" She asked.

He started to walk them in the direction of the theatre.

"Well I thought about it long and hard. This theatre screens older movies during the daytime because it costs them less and frankly most people aren't going to see movies before the evening."

B nodded in agreement. Wondering where this was going.

"So, I wondered what movie could I surprise you with that we would both enjoy, then I realised that was a losing strategy because there will always be different tastes in what is good. But, people tend to agree over movies that are unilaterally terrible..."

B chortled. "Oh, dear. Which cinematic atrocity is it?"

With great enthusiastic emphasis he announced. "Sharknado!" Including jazz hands.

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B burst out laughing. "Okay, that fits that description."

Jace beamed. "For extra fun, we are not buying popcorn. We are going to the nearby convenience store and buying snacks. Then I will stuff them up my shirt to have the world's most unconvincing jagged looking beer gut. Then smuggle them in."

B raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Well that's just good economics, popcorn is expensive. I respect the hustle."

Jace kept his smile. "I knew you'd get it."

She chuckled. "I did that so much when I was younger. It's kinda nostalgic. Problem is most American snacks don't do it for me, your chocolate is disgusting."

He pulled a face of mock horror. "You take that back. How dare you?"

She giggled. Acting faux indignant "No! I shall staunchly declare it until I die. Cadbury sucks since Kraft bought it. European chocolate is superior!" Switching to a more casual tone. "I do like Doritos and Crackerjacks though."

He snickered. "Is American chocolate really that bad?"

"Oh yeah, less cocoa, more sugar and they do something to process the milk that gives you an aftertaste like you've just thrown up in your mouth. It's what you're used to so you don't notice it." She explained.

"Huh, you learn something new everyday. Now I need to try me some fancy European chocolate." He pondered as they walked into the convenience store.

They bought various snacks to the extent that Jace looked like he possessed the world's most malformed belly once they stuffed them up his shirt. Then they walked into the cinema, bought tickets. The ticket checker at the entrance to the screens rolled his eyes when he saw Jace and his 'belly'.

"Dude...really?" He huffed.

B reached down Jace's collar and pulled out a bag of mini Hershey's and tossed them to the ticket checker.

*Shhhh, be cool dude." She loudly whispered.

The ticket checker smiled. "Aright, I saw nothing."

Then let them through. Taking their seats in a totally empty screen.

"Shockingly enough it doesn't seem to be very popular." B said dripping with sarcasm.

"Yeah." Jace chuckled. "If they really wanted people to come in for a hate watch they should have chosen 'the room'."

"If you'd said we were watching that I'd have considered getting an Uber back home." B replied.

"Nah, there's only so much cringe I can suffer. I wouldn't do that to either of us." He grinned.

"But terrible CGI sharks seemed the way to go?" B gave him a wry look.

"You're sitting here watching it with me clearly down to laugh and make fun of it. I'd say it was a good choice. Now which of my belly snacks do you want?" He offered jovially.

She grabbed some caramel popcorn as the movie started. Both of them worked through the snacks. Until B absent mindedly reached over for another and accidentally grabbed Jace's crotch.

He chuckled then said in good humour. "That isn't a bag of snacks...but you can put it in your mouth if you really want, just please don't chew."

She turned to look at him before giving it a playful squeeze. "If I remember right, it's more than a mouthful and we have dinner after this." Giving him a smirk.

He quickly hardened from the memory she had just brought to the forefront. Which B didn't miss.

"Is the thought of dinner that exciting?" She jokingly asked.

"Well...I'm excited at the thought of eating something. I mean it's just the two of us...alone...in the dark." He pointed out in a sultry tone.

She chuckled. "While that sounds like a lovely idea... in theory. You do realise that movie theatres have infrared cameras so they can try to catch people pirating the film...I don't really want to make a sex tape." She pulled her hand away from his groin.

"I guess there's always a chance you'll let me have an after dinner snack?" He grinned.

She giggled. "Definitely a chance."

They kept watching the movie, both laughing at the atrocious CGI and nonsensical plot until it finished. They walked out, politely disposing of the numerous snack packets and Jace directed them to the Shawarma place.

"That was a phenomenally terrible film." B sniggered.

"Oh, beyond awful. Without any of the conflicting feelings of 'am I supposed to like it because it's got critical acclaim or it has an important message'. Sometimes it's nice to call a movie a piece of hot garbage without any guilt." Jace sniggered with her.

"Couldn't agree more, good choice. Now what's so special about this shawarma place?" She asked.

Jace mulled it over. "Well the food is pretty good, inexpensive. A good range of options...and the owner goes comically nuts when dealing with crazy vegans. It doesn't happen often but when it does it makes my week. It's so delightfully unhinged." He beamed.

"Why would you want that in your dining experience?" She asked, puzzled yet amused.

"Because the town where I'm from in Alaska, the most ethnic food they have is a family of Russians serving russian-chinese fusion. They had an equally tolerant attitude to vegans. It feels kinda homey in that way." He explained with a smile.

She chuckled. "Russian-chinese fusion?" Still keeping her puzzled amusement.

"Yeah, I think they were from Vladivostok." He clarified.

"Here was me thinking you were a California native. You must miss Alaska and your family sometimes." She sympathised.

He pulled a wry expression. "Yes and no. On the one hand being far away from family can be trying... on the other, I was the eldest of six. It was a madhouse most of the time."

B looked mildly horrified. "Your poor mother."

Jace smirked. "Well," He shrugged, "My parents wanted a big family."

They reached the restaurant, placed their order and sat down.

"What about you? Must be difficult, your parents divorced, Mom in the states, dad back home." He asked sincerely.

"Oh. My parents aren't divorced, my dad is dead." B explained, neutrally.

Jace froze, eyes going wide, pulling an awkward expression. Believing he had just stepped on a conversational landmine.

B saw his face, then let out a giggle. "Relax, you didn't just kill the conversation. He died not long after I was born, it's not an uncomfortable subject for me. Sadly, I have no real memories of him. It's a much bigger deal for my older brother and my mother. Obviously."

"But your brother lives back home? In England?" He enquired.

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"Yeah, when mum got remarried he was 21, already an adult. He wasn't a great fan of Steven and he loathes Tyler. He also despises LA, you couldn't get him to come here under threat of death. Plus he's married with a new baby, Mum has to fly back to see him." She explained.

"What about you?" He probed. "Tempted to permanently move to the US?"

She chuckled, like the suggestion was absurd. "No offense to your wonderful nation, but the IRS is a thing of nightmares. If I became a citizen then changed my mind, moving back to the UK, your government will hound me for taxes for a further five years. I don't want to pay two sets of taxes."

He looked at her curiously. "You've clearly given this some thought."

"My mum has tried to convince me for years, but it made little sense to continue my education in the US. Plus I would be permanently living with Tyler, not just the holiday breaks." She grimaced.

He sniggered. "Yes, a full continent and an ocean is an ideal distance."

"Exactly!" She grinned. "Also can't seem to get a proper Indian takeaway, shawarma is the closest thing to a kebab I can find, and the fish and chips are never right."

"Those are bold words from a nation that ruled the spice route but never learned to use any of them." He teased.

Their food came.

She raised an eyebrow, slightly provoked, but still wearing a smile. "Exactly what are you basing that on? Your numerous trips to England or just what Americans say online when it gets pointed out all the appalling crap the FDA lets into your food?"

He laughed. "Okay I have never been to England but I know plenty of people who have, who say they didn't like the food."

She pondered, wearing an amused expression "Well where did they go? What did they eat?"

He looked blank. "I don't know."

"Well that sounds conclusive." She giggled. "My theory is the American palate is just so used to high amounts of sugar that anywhere with less of it tastes bad to them. Plenty of British cooking uses herbs and spices, not nearly as many sweet ingredients though. For example even this..." She pointed at the shawarma wrap. "Tastes pretty sweet to me."

"Seriously? Then why does everyone say French and Italian food is amazing when they go?" He jokingly challenged.

She answered facetiously. "Because they use hefty amounts of butter, garlic and oil in everything." Then returned to a more genuine tone. "Plus their desserts are just better. No contest, they win there."

He laughed. "Maybe I need to travel to the UK to try for myself. Make up my own mind."

"Most sensible option, I'd happily show you round. Just wait until you try the cheese." She smiled.

He sniggered. "Okay, what's wrong with our cheese?"

She chuckled. "There's nothing wrong with it, it's just not as good."

He put on a mock combative tone. "Alright, I need you to justify that one."

"Because it is a truth acknowledged worldwide that it's between the French, Dutch and Brits as to who's the best. Personally, a cheese toastie made with British extra mature cheddar, is a thing of true magic." She explained.

He tittered. "What I'm getting from this conversation is that you are really into food. And that is your true barrier to moving to the US." He said jokingly

"I don't think all American food is awful, smokey Texan barbeque, fried chicken, Krispy marshmallow squares, pecan pie and gotta love a Reuben sandwich. But it's not enough to make up for all the stuff I love at home. I will grant you." She conceded.

"Would you mind answering a question about a British stereotype?" He asked, a smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Sure, shoot." She replied.

"Do you just have unusually good teeth for someone from England?" He teasingly asked.

She guffawed. "You cheeky fucker!" He grinned back. "For the record, the UK has much better dental health than the US."

"Where did the bad teeth thing come from then?" He asked jokingly, but was curious if she knew the answer.

"Because we don't insist on people having veneers or their teeth bleached to appear on TV. You can look like a normal person shockingly enough." She chuckled.

He kept teasing. "You say that but I've seen clips from a TV show where there are some people with some gross teeth. It's like a daytime chat show thing."

"If you're talking about 'Jeremy Kyle' that's about as representative of British dental hygiene as 'Jerry Springer' was for American sanity." She chuckled.

He laughed. "Fair point, can I ask you a more personal question?" He probed, a little more cautiously.

She raised her eyebrows, giving him a wry half smile. "Depending on the question, I reserve my right to remain silent."

He nodded, trying to keep his tone easy going. "While I am absolutely not complaining about being given the opportunity, are you kinda casual about sleeping with someone? No judgement...I just want to know if I should be keeping...a certain level of detachment?"

She looked him in the eyes, rolling her tongue around her mouth as she considered her answer. Sounding a little awkward and sheepish as she spoke. "I'm not usually casual about it, what happened between us was pretty irregular for me. But this can only last for the summer...as I said last time I saw you, I'm going back to England by September. So this..." She gestured between the two of them. "...has a set expiration date. It's worth keeping that in mind, for both of us." She looked pensive as she finished speaking.

Jace absorbed this. Fully comprehending her meaning, slightly sombered as he was reminded of reality. Then flashed a grin.

"So you just couldn't help hopping into bed with me eh?"

She blushed, then giggled. "Glad to see you're focusing on what's important."

They had finished eating which led to the problem of how they would spend the rest of their date.

"What now then?" She wondered.

"Well...if you could watch absolutely any movie what would it be?" He asked.

She gave it some thought. "In terms of something fun to watch together?" Jace nodded. "Hmmmm...probably 'Blazing Saddles' or 'Monty Python's Life of Brian'."

He sniggered. "How very unPC of you." He said with sarcasm.

She light-heartedly shrugged. "Not my fault some people can't recognise a classic."

He chuckled. "Alright..." He tapped into his phone. "...'Blazing Saddles' it is. Got it downloading. Why don't we wander back to mine and watch it?"

She raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Is it like how you 'just wanted to make out'?"

He pulled a goofy expression and shrugged nonchalantly. "Whatever happens, happens."

She chuckled. "Sure, let's go."

They made it back to the stairs of his apartment, climbed up and went inside. Upon entering Jace called out.

"Tyrone? Javier? You guys in?" No response. He turned to B. "Looks like it's just us. Guess we don't have to worry about upsetting them with the movie turned up loud."

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