Chapter 74: Date
*Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. – Emily Bronte*
Dean wore a dress.
She did wear them from to time. But she always felt more comfortable in her jeans and tennis shoes. For special occasions she would wear a dress. Usually, a long sundress and flip flops. But not for tonight’s date.
Tonight, she wore a dress.
JD stood in the kitchen watching her walk down the hall towards him. His mouth was dry, his eyes wide and his dick was reminding him how long it had been since he’d been with a girl. Around the time that Ty got hurt in October. Shelly. The blonde had a thing for the swim team. She was the reason why Craig’s girlfriend did not trust him.
And with good reason. Kimberly was a good girl, Shelly was not. And Craig had no self-control over his dick.
Craig and his women trouble was the farthest thing from his mind. His mind was on the young woman walking towards him. She wore a dark pink dress that was skintight and showed off her curves. It was shorter than what she usually wore, and he could only assume that Reese was not there when she bought it. And JD was grateful.
The wide neck almost made the long sleeves off the shoulders and the bodice dipped low. She wore a black choker with three small silver roses and silver and black chains looping between them. It was emphasized by her hair being pulled up into a twist. Her long legs were bare, and her feet were in black high heels that had to be at least three inches tall.
“Damn.” JD muttered and she smiled at him. “You look great. Hot.”
“Thanks.” She said as she blushed. “You look pretty good yourself.”
He was wearing dark blue jeans, a white oxford and black boots. Emulating Reese, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and the top button undone. He was not as built as the other man was, but JD was impressed with how much more muscular it made him look.
“Are you ready?” he asked her.
“I am.” Dean said as she reached for a jacket on the hook by the backdoor. JD took it from her and helped her put it on. After he put on his own jacket, they left with him driving the Mustang.
Although they had been out to eat, to the movies and even a concert, tonight felt different. They each felt a little nervous. As he pulled into the parking lot of a small Vietnamese restaurant, JD reached over and squeezed her hand.
“I know that your uncle Hieu owns this, so if you want to go somewhere else, we can.”
“I love pho.”
He pulled into a spot and looked at him. “Fuh?”
“Pho. P-H-O. It’s pronounced fuh.” She told him.
“Wait.” He said as she reached for the door handle.
Reese had a long talk with JD, the same one that he had with both of Cheryl’s brothers. How to treat a lady. How to act. What not to say. What not to do.
He moved around the car and opened the door for her. They went inside and found a table. JD admitted that he had never had it before and would let her order for him. Hieu came over and spoke to Dean in Vietnamese for a moment. A few minutes later, sodas and an order of sticky wings were brought out.
“These are the best.” Dean said as she grabbed a wing.
“Are they spicy?” He asked.
“Are you a wimp?”
“Not usually, I just want to be prepared.”
“I got the mild.” She admitted with a little grin.
“Thanks.” he said shrugging out of his jacket and placing it on the back of his chair. Her jacket already rested on her chair back.
“So, I have to ask, and I’ve been good and not asked.” She grinned, reaching for another wing. “Why the Seabees?”
JD chuckled as he wiped his fingers on a napkin before taking a drink. “My mom loves the old John Wayne movies and one of the earliest memories is of watching them with her when I was little. One of my favorites is *The Fighting Seabees.* Imagine my surprise when I found out they were real.”
Dean laughed as she licked her fingers. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve watched that with Uncle O.”
Hieu came by with two large bowls of pho. The bowl placed in front of JD had thinly sliced beef, rice noodles, onions, herbs, and bean sprouts. Dean’s bowl was like his, but with a mix of cooked and rare beef. A separate bowl with a poached egg was placed beside each main bowl. Between them were bowls of lime wedges, chili peppers, a few types of sauces and a large bottle or Sriracha.
JD followed Dean’s lead in dipping the meat in sauces and the poached egg. She was impressed when he added peppers and sriracha to his soup. They continued to talk while they were eating. Although he thought it was a little spicy, he really enjoyed the meal. And the company.
Having already learned not to go to the movies with Dean, JD had other plans. He parked under the lights of a sign for the local history museum. At her curious look, he only grinned. At the door, he bought the tickets and made sure that they included admission to the temporary exhibit.
Entering the hall, JD guided her to the left and she squealed in excitement. Reaching into his jacket pocket, he handed her a pair of ballet slipper shoes. She quickly stepped out of her heels and into the black flats. Holding her shoes in one hand, he put his other arm around her shoulders.
“How did I not know about this?” she asked as they walked into the exhibit of cult movies.
“Because your history teacher is not on the board of the museum?” JD offered.
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