Chapter Twenty Three - First date (Part 1 of 2)

Asher

I was enjoying my date with Farrah thus far. I had been worried, especially when she said I had to meet her parents. I nearly cancelled when she told me that, but I decided not to. I was glad that I didn’t because meeting them wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. If it were my daughter, I would have been the same. I would want to question him and size him up before letting my daughter go out with him alone.

“Asher come back to me,” I hear Farrah giggled.

I didn’t even realise I had gone into a world of my own.

“Sorry, babe, what were you saying?” I laughed.

“I said, do you want the last slice of pizza?” She laughed.

“No, you can have it,” I smiled.

“I don’t know if I can manage it, half each?” She asked.

I chuckled and nodded. She ripped the last slice of pizza in half, handing me half.

“Thanks, sweetness,” I said.

Maybe dating wouldn’t be so bad. Could I date Farrah? I don’t want a girlfriend or any labels, but we could still date, right? It can work like that. I don’t know. I will wait and see how the rest of the night goes. I don’t want to be exclusive, though, because yes, I like Farrah, but at the same time, I am a teenage guy with hormones, and I have needs. Farrah isn’t ready for any of that, not yet anyway, and I wouldn’t want to pressure her into it either.
I don’t know if it would be unfair to ask her for us to date but not be exclusive. I know some girls don’t mind that, but Farrah isn’t like most girls.

“Do you still want to go bowling, or would you prefer something else?” I asked.

“I don’t mind,” Farrah smiled.

“How about we go for one game, and then we can find something else to do? Go hang out somewhere, just us?” I asked.

“Yes, that could work,” She replied, pushing the hair behind her ear.

I smiled when she did that. It was cute.

“Ok then, that is our plan,” I said, “Do you want anything else to eat?” I added.

“No, if I eat anything else, I will make myself sick,” Farrah laughed.

“Yes, same,” I chuckled, “I will pay, and then we can head out,” I added.

Farrah offered to pay some, but I didn’t let her. I paid the bill, and we headed out. The bowling was not too far away, so we could walk rather than having to drive the car again right now.

“How are your bowling skills?” I asked.

“Not bad, yours?” She asked.

“Not great, to be honest. I have only ever been bowling twice in my life,” I chuckled.

“Aww, don’t worry, I will teach you,” Farrah smiled.

“Thank you,” I said, kissing her cheek.

Farrah smiled widely at me when I did. I moved my arm, swinging at my side between us, and brushed my fingers with hers. I wanted to take her hand, but I don’t know if I should. Is that too much? Will she overthink it? I sighed and pulled my hand away, deciding against it. I hear Farrah sigh also.

Silence came between us for the rest of the walk. I think I may have made things a little awkward and possibly upset her a little. We headed inside, and I paid for one round, Farrah grabbing our shoes before heading to our line to play. I set the machine up for us.

“Ladies first, you can show me how to do it right,” I chuckled.

“Yes, watch and learn, bad boy,” She replied, smirking.

Farrah took her place, positioning herself before throwing the first ball. I stole a glance at her ass as she did. I couldn’t help myself. I like her ass. It was only for a split second, and I turned my attention to the ball. It hit the pins, and on her first shot, she hit a strike.

“Yay!” She said excited, doing a little happy dance.

“Well done, you,” I smiled.

“Thanks,” She said happily, “Your turn, baby boy,” She added.

I liked it when she called me that. I think a lot of the time, when she did, she doesn’t realise she is doing it. I made my way to her, grabbing a ball. Farrah stepped aside, letting me take my shot. My shot didn’t go as well. I was left with four pins, still standing.

“Well, that sucked,” I said, turning to pout at her.

Farrah pouted back at me and stepped into me. She prodded my nose.

“It wasn’t that bad, Mr Pouty, so stop pouting,” She laughed.

“It wasn’t that great either,” I laughed.

“I am sure your next shot will be better,” Farrah said confidently.

“I am glad one of us have faith,” I said.

Farrah kissed my cheek, flashing a wide grin at me before taking her next shot, and once again, she hit a strike. She did the same little happy dance. It was adorable. I have a feeling I am going to get my assed kicked my Farrah tonight.

***
“That was fun,” I said.

We were heading out of the bowling, and just like I thought, Farrah, kicked my ass. It was ok. I don’t mind getting bet by her.

“Yes, it was,” She agreed.

It was only nine-thirty, so we still had an hour and a half before I had to get her home. I wasn’t sure what else we could do.

“What do you want to do next? We still have time,” I asked.

“I am not sure. Any ideas?” She asked.

“Do you want to come back to mine for a bit?” I suggested.

“Yes, we could do that. At least we will be warm,” She said.

My Grandma wouldn’t mind, and she would be heading to bed soon.

“Yes, we can do that. My Grandma won’t mind,” I said, “I was going to suggest the look-out, but at this time, there are probably people there, possibly from school,” I added.

I didn’t want to see anyone from school, and I don’t think Farrah wants too either.

“No, let’s not go there. I don’t want to see anyone from school,” She said.

“Yes, same,” I said.

I led us back to my car, opening the door to let her climb in first before following. I think she has enjoyed our date. I hope. She has been laughing and smiling. Those are good things.

“So, how has your first ever date been?” I asked.

“Terrible,” She said, her tone serious.

“What? Has it been that bad?” I asked, turning to look at her.

Am I really that bad of a date? Maybe I shouldn’t date. Farrah then burst out laughing.

“Asher, I am messing with you, calm down,” She said, “Tonight had been great, thank you,” She added.

“Really?” I asked.

“Yes,” She smiled and reached over, pecking my lips.

It was short and sweet, also unexpected. I smiled, quickly bringing her lips back to mine and kissed her softly. Farrah smiled into the kiss, and we pulled apart after a minute.

I started the car and got on our way. I reached over, placing my hand on her knee as we drove. Farrah didn’t push it away, so I kept it rested there.

I wish I could keep her out a later than eleven, but I don’t want to get her into trouble. I will take the time that I have with her.