tastes.
We finish our dinner and walk into the living room. I sit down by the tree and pick out his gift I bought him. He takes his gift from his pocket. After eyeing how small the package is , I start to wonder what he got me. “So, let’s open them at the same time,” Damon says eyeing his gift in my hands.
I agree, “Okay.” I start to open mine and I see that he has stopped and is intently watching me. I see that it is some kind of jewelry box. I open it slowly my mouth falls open as I turn my eyes towards Damon. I can't believe he has bought me a ring. After a few moments of me just staring at him, I snap out of my daze. “It’s beautiful, Damon.”
Conveying his sincerity, he says, “Just like you. It’s a promise ring. I want to marry you one day and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you promise to always be mine?”
At that moment, everything comes rushing through my mind, my doubts about our future together; I love Damon, but am I ready to give him forever? Our lives seem to be on different paths. Me going off to college and having a career and him not really planning to do much of anything, do I really want this? He is looking at me with hopeful eyes and I do not have the heart to deny him anything in this moment. “Yes, I promise to be yours always.”
With more enthusiasm than I can take, he kisses me. When he is satisfied, he starts to open his gift. Well I feel like an idiot because all I got him was new pool stick. I know how much he loves to play pool. He is always hustling people for their money, but a little bit of a bad boy is hot, right? Damon checks out his new gift and says, “A new pool stick, that’s cool. Thank you so much I needed a new one.”
Feeling a little down, “You’re welcome. Do you really like it?”
With those meaningful eyes, he tells me, “Yes, I love it.”
“I can’t help, but feel like it isn’t enough.”
“It’s plenty. I am more than happy with it. I can’t wait to use it.”
Damon’s cell rings. “Hello. Yes mom, I will be there soon. Ok. Bye,” he hangs up the phone. Regretfully, he speaks to me, “Sorry. That was my mom and I have to go.”
I watch him as he stands and I finally speak, “Its ok, I understand,” with a low voice.
He extends his hand to help me up and pulls me into his arms whispering in my ear, “I wish I didn’t have to go.”
Pouting, “Really it’s ok; I just thought we would have more time together.”
One last squeeze and he articulates his displeasure, “I know, please tell your parents thank you for dinner.”
Trying to be positive, I beam up at him and say, “Thank you for the ring. It is too much though. I really love it.”
“That’s good, because I really do love you.”
I push my lips to his showing him just how much I love him, as I pull away I utter, “I love you too.” We walk out the door and I watch him as he walks to his car. When he gets to his car door, I yell at him, “Drive safe.”
Waving back, “I will , call you later Babe.”
I smile and yell back, “Y ou better.”
T he nerve of that little bastard, I cannot believe he just asked my girl to marry him. Over my dead body, he is no better than his father is; he probably cannot keep his pecker in his pants. I swear if he hurts my girl, I will break his face. Replaying what just happened in my head I get a growing suspicion that Arissa is not as into him as he is her. God, I hope she dumps him.
I mosey on into the kitchen thinking about what just happened. I show my mom the ring with an apprehensive look. Taking my hand in hers, she studies it. “Wow, things must be getting serious.”
“I guess they are. I just can’t help but feel uneasy about the situation now that he is gone,”