Fallen (Fallen 1)

Chapter Five: Lunch Date

“Where are we going to go?” I asked as we pulled out of the parking lot. It was exhilarating to finally get to do something fun. The past two days have been so stressful. I haven’t done anything fun in two years and here I am in a foreign country with the hottest guy alive. I looked over at waiting for him to answer. The sun that escaped through the dark tinted windows shimmered in his reddish-blond hair.

“Well . . . the obvious of course. The Colosseum, Pantheon, Trevi Fountain, and some hidden places no one knows about.

”

“Like what?”

“That’s my secret . . . but you will find out.”

“Humph.” I folded my arms over my chest.

“Don’t be mad,” said Jonathon laughing.

“I’m not mad.” I said.

“Yes, you are. Do you not like surprises?”

“I’m fine with surprises.” I stated continuing to look down at the floor of the mustang.

“Then what’s the problem?” He asked confused. A crease had formed between his perfect brows.

“There’s no problem, Jonathon.” I said. He decided to let the subject drop.

In truth I love surprises. But secrets I hate, even my own. I can tell Jonathon is keeping things from me. It frightens me. I keep feeling like there’s going to be more secrets. Even small ones, like where we’re going. But in my heart I feel that there is a big secret that I don’t know. I think Jonathon is dropping hints hoping either I’ll get scared or I’ll figure it out. But what if I don’t? What if I never do? What if it does frighten me and I run away screaming? Could it be something really awful like he killed someone? Or something he only thinks is awful?

Then I started panicking about what sort of relationship Jonathon and I have. How would Jonathon act out in public with me? Like I’m his sister? A friend? Like I’m his . . . girlfriend? I hated to even think the word; afraid of getting my hopes up.

Jonathon’s car soared down the road passing beautiful scene after beautiful scene.

I would love to paint the beautiful scenery. The feel of the paint brush in my hand. The sound of the brush stroking canvas. The swirling together of colors.

I was snapped back into reality by Jonathon’s voice.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“Huh?”

“With your hand?” He motioned to my hand with was held aloft. I looked at my hand. I hadn’t even realized I was moving it. I must have been painting a picture only I could see behind my closed eyes. Of course I’d spaced out. I tend to do that a lot.

“Oh,” I began. “I guess I was painting.” I finished.

“You like to paint?” He asked.

“Yeah and draw. Art is my hobby.”

“I didn’t know that about you.”

“Yeah, we don’t know a lot about each other.”

“No, we don’t.” He chortled.

He was about to say something else when my stomach growled, loudly. How embarrassing? Jonathon laughed.

“I guess we should get something to eat. I forgot how hungry you must be and we don’t want to go sightseeing on an empty stomach. It may cause lightheadedness.” He joked.

I laughed. “So, where are we going?” I asked hoping to trick him into revealing our destination.