Chapter 14

Ruthanne's Point Of View<3>
Kris and I absolutely loved the Yes Man movie, and he put in the next one, "The Breakfast Club." I didn't really want to watch The Notebook with him right now. I glance at the clock reading 8:00 when I wake up to his sweet voice.
"Ruthanne," I blink a couple times, looking up. "My arm's asleep, darling, let me move it."
I mumble, "Sorry, how long did I sleep!?" As I sit up, embarrassed.
"Just about an hour. I put the next movie in." The Notebook was on the screen.
He kisses me on the head. "You're adorable when you sleep." I smile, still blushing, still embarrassed. I wipe my mouth a little, hoping for dear life that I didn't drool on Kris Letang. It's embarrassing enough to have fallen asleep on him. "Don't worry about it." He says, pulling me into him for a hug. I smile, feeling a little better now. I sit up though, straightening my shirt. He laughs again and leans over to kiss me on the cheek. "You know, you're even cuter when you're embarrassed!" I blush again, just as I thought I was getting ahold of myself.
I turn to him, "Kris," I say, sounding sleepy. "What time is it?" I ask, even though I already know.
He looks up at his wall clock, then back to me. "8ish." he says slowly, looking disappointed already. I sigh unhappily, knowing I should leave as much as I don't want to.
"I can call my parents and say I'm at Caitlin's!" I say, thinking of a plan. We're together so much our parents don't care anymore. He smiles, happy now. I pull out my cell, "shh" I say, as it dials.
I tell my dad, who answers on the second ring that I'm at Caitlin's house. He sighs, but says, "ok." and hangs up. Kris smiles again, having heard the conversation.
"How long can you stay?" He asks, "we still have another movie!" He points to the TV with The Notebook on pause.
"But I fell asleep during the last one!" I complain, laughing though. "Besides, I've seen this 10000 times, easy." He laughs at my pouty face.
"fine." He says, making his own pouty face.

Caitlin's Point of View.

Sidney takes the cone from the girl who brought it out, the look still on his face. He walks back to me where I'm sitting at a picnic table. "Yum." I say, overwhelmed by it. Sidney licks it first. Then I do. We eat it together for a while, talking and laughing until I'm feeling pretty full. Then, I take the cone and purposely get some on my face.
"You got a little," Sidney picks up one of the many napkins he gathered to wipe my face. "Ice cream. Right there." He wipes it off, both of us laughing. I take the cone and push it onto his face.
"You got a little," We laugh again as I wipe it off. "I'm full,"
"I noticed." He says. I look down, not knowing what to say now. But when I look up, there he is, making me think of Max last night. He kisses me sweetly. "Ready to get out of here?" He asks when we're done.
"Mhm." I nod. We hold hands walking back to the Range Rover. "I don't wanna go home." I say quietly, more to myself than to him. "I had a really good time Sidney."
"Isn't this place awesome?" He shuts my door and runs around the car.
"Yes." I reply after he shuts the door.
He jumps in his door and starts the car, glancing at the clock. "5:30" He sighs. "What time do your parents need you back?" He asks, always polite.
"I dunno. Not anytime soon." I say happy. I had though we spent more time at the ice cream place.
"Cool." He says smiling. He backs the Range Rover out of the parking lot and into the street. "Where do you wanna go?" He asks, lifting his hands off the wheel for a moment to exaggerate.
"Wherever you're going." I say, putting my head on his shoulder.
"Well you're helpful" he says playfully,
"I know!" I say back, twirling my hair, a bad habit that makes my hair tangle a lot.


We ended up going to a bowling alley a few minutes away. Of course it wasn't my idea. I can't bowl worth a crap. But I kinda figured Sidney might show me how, hehehe.
I pick the lightest ball that is always pink. Sidney picks a slightly heavier 12 pound ball. "Sidney?" I ask him, swinging the ball at my side. "um. You go first." I watch him throw a strike, first try.
"Your turn." He says, coming back with a proud look on his face.
"Um." I say, my competitive side a little intimidated. "I haven't really bowled." I say, lying just a little. In truth I haven't bowled since I was a little girl.
"Here," he walks up and then sidles around me to wrap his arms around my waist. "I'll show you." We waddle up to the little line that you're supposed to start on or whatever and he holds my hand which is holding the ball. I kinda tiptoe up to the part where I'm supposed to stop and swing back with Sidney's help. The ball goes slowly up the lane and then dribbles into the gutter.
"ohhhhh!" I laugh. Sidney laughs too.
"You'll do better next time." He promises, then throws another strike. I sigh. At least my next ball hit a couple pins down!
We play 2 games before we get tired of being there. Taking off my shoes I say, "I had fun Sid,"
"Me too. But you can't bowl!" He bends over to get his other shoe.
"I know." I say laughing. "But it's fun!" He laughs at me and grabs both of our shoes to take them to the counter.
I meet him by the door where he grabs my hand. "I'm glad you came." He says, "I was really scared you wouldn't."
"I'm glad too. I would still be feeling terrible if I didn't, so..." I trail off as he opens my door. "Thanks." I say, getting in.

He runs me home and I go up to my room and plop on my bed. "Ahhh." I sigh, closing my eyes. I had a wonderful day.