hissecondchance
@thatrussellboy …
{My brows furrowed in confusion when I heard Arvin’s response about my dad. Strange how adamant he was that I didn’t tell my daddy about him. I’m not going to lie, that did raise a flag or two. Then again, this could just be a case of “daddy issues” of his own, or even just a bad history with father figures. Maybe his last girlfriend’s dad didn’t like him or something. Either way, my daddy wasn’t like that. Arvin seemed like a decent enough guy, so I saw no reason why my parents wouldn’t like him} If you don’t want me to give you a tour of the town, it’s okay, Arvin. There’s no pressure either way. I just get the sense you haven’t seen much of the town since you moved here. If you don’t care about that though, it’s okay. You can tell me no. {I smiled over at him, before a soft laugh elicited from my lips. Beginning to wonder if Arvin was making one excuse after another about my daddy simply as a means of politely declining my offer to give him a tour of the town. I wasn’t trying to pressure him in that. I just thought it was a nice gesture. Either way, I cleared my throat quietly when he gave me a suggestive cover story I could tell my daddy once I did make it home tonight} That’s fine…. If you don’t want me to tell my parents about you, I won’t. {I added in defeat. Arvin was adamant about it, so I saw no reason to try and convince him that it wouldn’t be an issue. He seemed to think incredibly lowly of himself, and no amount of convincing or compliments from me was seeming to change that} Fair enough. {I said casually in response to his cigarettes. It was his choice, and I had no intentions of voicing my opinion on it either way. Besides, he was an adult, so he was certainly old enough to make his own decisions about that} But yes, I would really like splitting a piece of chocolate pie with you, Arvin…. I feel I should warn you though, there’s a really good chance that it will be more like a seventy/thirty split. You know, me with the bigger half. {I added in amusement before another soft laugh left my lips} Like I said, I have issues when it comes to my chocolate cravings. {I playfully added before smiling over at him again} Yeah…. This way, and then it’s not far down on the right. {I casually responded; all the while gesturing with my fingers toward the direction I was referring to}
Arvin began to feel tension building in his neck, so he slowly tilted his head from one side to the other. His lips were sealed as he exhaled through flared nostrils.
“I ain’t got a problem with goin’ with you. Just don’t want you to get in trouble‘s all.”
He would sound like a broken record if he told her again that father’s could probably sniff him out by now and know that he was one of those boys that they didn’t want their daughter’s around, and although Arvin had never so much as thought about what he would do if he was in a situation with a girl where he had to come face-to-face with her dad, he had his head screwed on enough to not mess with the older generation; they were just as crazy as he was in his old town.
The corners of his lips twitched before he formed a small smile, side-eyeing her when she mentioned the portion of the pie. “I ain’t got no issue with that. I might need to start watching what I eat anyway. My jeans ain’t wantin’ to zip sometimes.” He paused briefly. “Probably just a beer belly.”
Upon hearing her instructions, he made a sharp turn in the direction that she told him to. Without thinking, his arm flew straight out next to him and hit against her chest, stopping her upper body from lunging forward and her head slamming into his dashboard. It took him a few seconds to get the truck lined out on the straight and narrow road, but when he did, he realized that his arm was still against her. He looked at her with eyes wider than normal and quickly brought his arm back to him, his hand clenching his pant leg out of nervousness.
“Sorry ‘bout that. Didn’t want you flyin’ out.”
Now, he would watch the speed limit.
@thatrussellboy ...
{Amusement tugged at the corners of my lips as I heard Arvin reiterate that his only concern about going with me was that I would get in trouble, should my dad find out. My head giving a brief shake. If he ever mustered up the courage to actually meet my family, he would realize that his worries and stress over that would all be for nothing. My parents were good people. They didn’t make snap judgements about people. They took the time to get to know the person, and let their character show on its own over time, before they took a stance on them one way or another. I knew them meeting Arvin would be no exception to that} Arvin, you are too tough on yourself. {I pointed out with a warm smile, before my lips parted to add} My parents are good people.... They would give you a fair chance to prove yourself, before deciding what they thought of you. Besides, they trust my judgement, so if I opted to spend time with you, they would respect that. {I added matter of factly. Still unaware of why Arvin seemed to have an insecurity when it came to acceptance, but I hoped his time here in our small town would prove that not everyone you meet is judgemental and unforgiving}
I know the sentiment well.... Since I’ve been working at the restaurant each day, I have noticed my clothes started to fit a bit snugly too. I blame the pie. {I added through a soft chuckle, while flashing Arvin a subtle grin} Either way, it seems like sharing a piece of pie, from here on out, would benefit us both. Our waistlines, especially. {I added playfully. I had to admit, I liked the lightness of conversation between us. It was also nice to see Arvin seemingly loosening up a bit too, since he came off as so guarded in the times I have observed him dining in the restaurant} As far as your apparent, “beer belly” goes though, I can’t really help you there, since I don’t particularly like beer myself. I could always switch you to light beer though, if that’s something you’d take a gander with. {I pointed out in friendly suggestion, but my eyes suddenly widened when I felt Arvin taking the next turn a whole lot faster than either of us expected him to. I did find it amusing though when his arm extended in a “soccer mom” type of manner across my bosom area, in order to brace me in my seat. I briefly considered cracking a harmless joke about us making it to second base, but I opted against it. For one, I didn’t know Arvin well enough to joke like that yet, but two, I knew it wouldn’t be appropriate either. In the end, deciding a simple thank you would suffice} Well, I appreciate it. Glad you have good instincts when it comes to driving. {My words intending to be in compliment} My house is just down here. It’s the yellow one with the white picket fence out front.












