"In two days?"
"It was only two days?"
He laughed. "It seemed a year for me."
His comment was like a love letter sent straight to my heart. I waited for him to go on, but there was silence. He said nothing more. This was the perfect chance to invite him to the Snow Ball. The worst he could do was hang up. My hands were shaking and my confidence was oozing out with my perspiration. "Alexander...um...I have something to ask you."
"I do, too."
"Well, you first."
"No, ladies first."
"No, guys are supposed to do the asking."
"You're fight." There was silence. "Well...would you like to go out? Tomorrow night?"
I smiled with delight! "Go out? Yeah, that would be great!"
"So what were you going to ask me?"
I paused. I can do this! I took a deep breath. "Would you..."
"Yes?"
"Do you..."
"Do I what?"
"Like to dance?"
"Yeah, but I didn't think this town had any hip clubs. You know of one?"
"No...but when I find one, I'll let you know." I was such a wimpola!
"Great! Then I'll see you tomorrow at my house, after sundown."
"After sundown?" "You said you lived for the darkness. So do I."
"You remembered."
"I remember everything," he said, and hung up the phone.
Chapter 17 Dream Date
My first date! Becky said my first date was dinner at the Mansion, but I didn't agree. Tonight we would be going out: to watch a movie, to play miniature golf, to share a soda at Shirley's. I spent all afternoon talking with Becky, speculating about where he'd take me, what he'd be wearing, and when he would kiss me.
I was so excited, I ran the whole way there. I had to meet Alexander at his iron gate. My mom would have freaked if she had known I had a date with the guy who lived in a haunted house. I couldn't bear the thought of his showing up at my door and my dad's asking him questions about tennis players and his plans for college. So I had to meet my Romeo on his balcony.
And there he was, leaning against the iron gate, sexy in his black jeans and black leather jacket, holding a backpack.
"Are we going on a hike?" I asked.
"No, a picnic."
"At this hour?"
"Is there a better time?"