Chapter 2 Dating Novels & Stories

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO The Movie Date 2 Eliza's POV I couldn't believe I was actually going on a date to the cinema with Dennis. It was my first time at a cinema and I couldn't wait to see what it was like. I had never been to a cinema or even on a date before, I was happy and excited, I was also scared at the same time. It was my first, and I didn't want to mess up, I just wanted things to go well. I finally had a friend for the first time in my life, I would do all it takes to keep him close.

I said smiling and he returned the smile. “So what would you call this. Between us?” He asked peeling my face with his gaze. I blushed and looked at his chest. “We can call this... A start. We can call this dating. Boyfriend and girlfriend maybe? What do you think?” I didn't know why but I liked the sound of us dating. It made me feel all giddy inside. I had always wanted my relationship to start from here. Mutual attraction and then going out on dates. I knew I was old for that but come on, I had never had this steps of relationship before.

Dating, This one word that always pricked Anu’s anger is now the reason why she is all dressed up in peach knee length dress like a dall and waiting for her blind date to arrive in the decided coffee shop, just how Masha arranged it. Two months back it was Masha who again brought up the idea of dating. But like previous times, this time Anu didn’t feel annoyed with Masha’s suggestion of dating someone. Insted Anu gave it a thought, was she ready for another relationship yet ? she questioned herself. Is her heart capable of loving someone and receiving the same kind of love one more time ? and it was a damn YES.

"You deserve flowers, music and I'm not that boring. Get up. Get up. Get up. We're going somewhere nice." Chuckling at his behavior, I shook my head. "This is perfect. I don't need flowers or music or something extravagant. Settle down. I'm hungry. Moreover, today we met for the first time in the balcony, not when I saw you kissing someone else." "Is it?" His eyes gleamed under the lights of the restaurant. "Foodie, but our second date will be perfect. You know what? Just cut this. Two people came to a lunch." "Two people who are in love. Should I forget that also?" I asked casually, deciding what to eat or not.

He gave one to me and Michael took one. "What should we call the theme?" Miles turned to Michael. "Theme? Okay let's say... Erm... The beginning of a new relationship.. Cheers!" We bumped the wineglasses and took a sip. I smiled and dropped the glass on its bottom. "Where should we start from?" I asked innocently. I was genuinely lost now... What was the main purpose of a date and what was usually done there? My eyes lit up. "Do you really not know anything about dates? You don't know what they do on dates?"

I watched her all through class. Make me wait? I didn't do fucking waiting, but here I was. Waiting. I shook my head at my thoughts and tried to focus on the lesson but it was impossible. The girl Iwas supposed to be making fall in love with me was calling the shots. I guess that's what happens when you fuck up the first date, right? Fucking hell. This was a mess already, and it was only day two. And where the hell was I supposed to take her for a second date?

“He was upset for expelling me from the villa. He wanted to make me feel good after that kidnapping incident.” Gracie glared at Sara Owen for a while. This stupid woman! “Sara, it is called date.” “Huh?” Her heartbeats raised. "D...ate?" “A candlelight dinner, music, passionate kiss and wild sex define a date. It’s a perfect date. He wants to date you. He wants to start over. He is not looking at you as a pitying woman who had married him to serve. He wants to adore you, darling.” Gracie spoke in unison.

It was on the tip of his tongue to tell her that he could snap his fingers and get more pussy than a regular man could ever dream of. But she was watching him with that earnest expression and Drake realized that he was probably just as rusty at dating as she was. The girls he normally “dated”? They approached and propositioned, and he let some of them fuck him in exchange for getting on his employment or tv shows or getting into an exclusive party. That wasn’t really dating. Dating was spending time with someone that you were interested in to learn more about them. He sure as shit didn’t want to learn anything about the parade of disposable tits and ass that were readily available. So he sai

I whined and asked again, "Where—" "Date. We'll go on a date." I stared at him and repeated what he had said inside my head. Date? Is it really the "date" that I have been thinking about? Wherein only two people go someplace together? A romantic one? Then...while walking, your prince-like boyfriend starts to interlock his fingers with yours and afterward you start blushing and hear romantic music in the background? People around will then fade and you will feel like it's only the two of you I--

I licked my lips and leaned back in my seat, i warily eyed his moves before i dropped my other question, "Have you ever gone on a date?" He looked at me as if I grew another head, "What?" My eyes widened a bit, "Oh ! You don't know what a date is? My bad sorry." I tried to explain, "You know it is when two people who like each other go out and have fun-" I should stop before he actually loses his mind and kill me. I pursed my lips as if thinking it through, "How can I explain this to you now?" He raked his fingers through his hair and mumbled incoherent words under his breath before he suspiciously asked, "What's with all these questions now?"