Now that I had quit Encore, I would be able to watch the rest of the season with Beau. At least he didn’t throw things at the TV, and I was sure he could care less who Victoria picked in the end.
I pulled my car in front of Beau’s apartment building. His motorcycle was parked in a tight corner spot. I had never seen where he lived. It was hard not to be completely curious.
I knocked on the door of apartment 202. Through the door, I heard a loud, “Yeah?” I listened for footsteps and knocked again. “Come in!” That definitely wasn’t Beau’s voice.
Timidly, I turned the handle and cracked the door enough to peek in. Sitting on the couch were two guys, intently glued to the TV. Each one had a controller in his hand.
“Dude, that was badass!”
“No shit.”
I cleared my throat, nervous I might be in the wrong apartment. They looked up from the game.
“Oh, are you Paris?” the one on the left asked.
“Excuse me?”
“Nah, man, that’s Sydney.” I recognized the second one from the night at the planetarium. He had let us in the side entrance.
Before I could come back with a witty retort, Beau walked down the hall and into view.
“Hey, I didn’t hear you come in.” He smiled, and I reminded myself not to be anything but casual in front of his roommates.
“Yeah, I just got here. I was going to introduce myself to your roommates.”
The Xbox junkies barely glanced up when Beau entered the room. “We met Dakota already.”
“It’s London, you jackasses.” Beau stood in front of the TV, blocking their view.
“Man, get out of the way.” The one on the left looked angry. “We said hi to her.” I recognized both of them from the Belize Facebook pictures. I wasn’t a fan.
“Beau, it’s no big deal. I get that all the time. The funny what-city-are-you-named-after joke. Hilarious.”
He gave me an apologetic shoulder shrug. “Ok, let’s go.”
Neither one of us even bothered to say good-bye.
“Sorry about them. Russ and Chip aren’t always dicks. They’re good guys.” Beau ushered me down the stairs and to my car.
“I’m sure they’re nice…sometimes.” The roommates didn’t impress me. Didn’t one of them have a girlfriend who watched Love Match? I was having a hard time seeing either one of them in a relationship. It made me a little nervous about Beau. Why would he live with those guys?
I pulled the seat belt across my chest, but before I could fasten it, Beau’s hands were on my face and he was pulling me across the console.
“I hate not being able to kiss you,” he whispered as his mouth landed on mine.
I fisted my hands in his hair and succeeded in uttering, “Me too.” Kissing him was like feeling breathless and whole at the same time.
“Ok.” He pulled back. I really didn’t want him to stop. “Now you can drive.” He had a wicked smiled on his face. “Where are you taking me on this date?”
I put the car in reverse. “You’re going to hate it at first, but I promise it will be fun. You’ll see.”
He groaned. “Oh no. I think I know what it is.”
Date Six: Laying Down the Hits
The recording studio was surprisingly busy for a Saturday night. There was a birthday party for a ten-year-old girl ahead of us. The giggling girls reminded me of a party I went to at that age. They were covered in glitter and boas.
Beau slouched as far as he could in the seat while he flipped through the song list. Admittedly, being surrounded by a pack of squealing girls was not the plan I had for this part of the date, but this was for the blog. I had a surprise part two after we recorded our song.