Page 67 of One Nightstand With My Ex's Uncle

LUCAS’ POV.

I waited across the street as Sadie had forced me to, and it had taken almost fifteen minutes before I finally saw Emily walking towards me.

She kept looking around like she was afraid someone might see her, but my eyes were all for her.

She looked so lovely, and incredibly beautiful.

Her brown hair, bounced around her shoulders, as she walked quickly with heels that seemed to have been made for her little feet.

The dress did well to outline her curves before flaring at her hips. The pink of it made her fair skin stand out in the early afternoon sun, and her large white beret made her look cute.

As she came closer, holding her little white bag with restless fingers, I could see she had applied a little makeup.

“Sadie did all this.” Was the first thing she said when she came to stand in front of me.

“What?” I asked, not expecting that to be the first thing she’d say.

“She dressed me up. I had totally no say in this. But, can we go now? I’m afraid Mandy has an habit of trying to follow me. She saw us having coffee the other day you know.” She said, walking round the car, and opening the passenger door.

I smiled to myself, and got into the driver’s seat. She smelled nice, and filled my car with her scent. I began to drive, and shortly, she rolled up the windows.

“I think the rain is likely to fall.” She said, when she noticed me glancing at her.

“Oh, really? Not today.” I said, looking out at the darkening skies. “Everything looked bright earlier.”

“Yeah, you never know when the rain suddenly wants to drown out the beauty of the sun.” She said, smiling. “Actually, there’s something I haven’t thanked you for yet.” She said, and I raised a brow.

“What’s that?”

“The stress-relieving day. The one where we went to the arcade, and a water park.”

“Oh, yeah. What about it?”

“Thanks. I was having a really bad day. It was so bad, and you just appeared out of the blue, and made me laugh. I was happy.” She said, and it gave me a sense of fulfilment to hear her say that.

“I’m glad I was able to help.” I said, smiling.

“That day was really funny though.” She said, chuckling. “I personally enjoyed the water games.” She added.

“Those were a blast. I admit it was fun. Do you want to go again?” I asked, throwing her a little glance.

“I think I’d prefer something new. I’ve only ever been to the movies with John. I’m wondering what it would feel like to go with someone else.” She replied.

“What kind of movies do you watch?” I asked, as the rain began to patter on the windows.

“Any kind. As long as it’s fun.” She replied, still smiling, and I could feel she was just as excited as I was.

When we got to the cinema, we had to run out of the car because we hadn’t brought any umbrellas.

The building was cold, and we knew the theater would be colder.

“Thanks to Sadie. I’m going to freeze in the theater.” Emily said, when our movie began, and we walked in.

I took off my cardigan, and draped it over her shoulders, surprising her.

“Oh no, you don’t have to.” She was saying, but I held her lightly by the shoulders, and led the way to one of the top seats.

The noise was loud, and the theatre was cozy. Families, lovers, people who came alone, and friends filled the hall, and I was more than happy we had gone for a comic movie.

I watched as Emily tried to hold her laughter in, and she looked like a cute doughnut, each time she tried to hinder the laughter.

Suddenly, she hit me and burst out laughing like she was going to die. About a hundred different sounds of laughter rose from the audience, but I could hear hers alone, and feel the tingling sensation of her hit.

She took in deep breaths, only to crumble in waves of laughter again.

Another hit landed on my shoulder as the main character placed his hand in the puke of the girl he had considered an angel, who had turned out to be a pig in human form.

“Ouch.” I said, without intending to.”

“I’m sorry. Gosh, I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry. I… I thought I stopped this habit.” She said, looking from her hands to me, and I turned away, laughing.

“I’m sorry.” She pressed on.

“Look, look, look, she wants to kiss him.” I pointed, and she turned back to the large screen with the movie reflecting in her eyes.

Her eyes widened, and her jaw fell, as she watched the main character look like he was going to die.

She burst into laughter again, along with everyone else, and I laughed. Not because of the movie, but because of her. She looked like an entirely different person when she laughed.

I looked at her popcorn, which had almost reached rock bottom, and I poured mine into it. She put her hand in, and dug it into the popcorn absent-mindedly. It lit my face with a smile.

A moment later, she looked at the popcorn.

“You’re done with yours?” She asked, looking at my popcorn bag.

“Isn’t it funny that yours seems to refill?” I asked, and she choked, then laughed.

“Why would you do that? I feel like a glutton.” She said, smiling. “But thank you. I enjoyed it.”

We left the theatre, and she kept on talking on and on about the movie which she enjoyed deeply. The rain had stopped, and we stopped at a nearby café with chairs arranged outside, and beautiful umbrellas overshadowing each table.

We took one and ordered cake with ice cream.

“You know, what happened to Chen in that movie actually happened to me once.” She said, as she pushed a spoon into her cake.

“What was that?”

“I wrote a love letter addressed to John, but it ended up in the hands of someone else.” She said, and I chuckled.

“Shocker.”

“Of course, it was. I felt so bad that I couldn’t tell him he wasn’t the one I addressed the letter to.”

“Did he really believe it was meant for him?”

“Yes. My letter was so beautiful that he didn’t even want to entertain the possibility that it wasn’t from him.”

“Well, let’s see your skills. Write something short.” I said, and she blushed.

“Okay.” She said, taking out a little notepad and a pen from her bag. She wrote with a smile, and I stared at her. “Here.” She said, blushing even harder.

*The stars led me to you.

You’re my lavender and blue.

Love-struck, there’s nothing more I can do.

Except stare at the trees each day, and think of you.*

I laughed after reading it, and she seemed to turn into a tomato.

“Why laughing? It’s that bad?” She asked, but I couldn’t stop laughing. “At least, give me a feedback.” She said, covering her face.

“No, I just didn’t see you as a romantic. This… gosh, where do you learn stuff like this?” I asked, and she burst into laughter.

“It’s in-built.”

“It’s beautiful.” I said, looking at her elegant handwriting. I tore the page off the book, folded the paper, and kept it in my pocket. “It’s mine now.” I said, and the crimson of her face seemed to deepen.

“I wasn’t going to take it back anyway.” She said, and we continued talking, until the rain began to fall again. It was getting late, and I didn’t want us to return at night.

“Do we run in the rain?” Emily asked, looking around, and a little girl with her mother watched her.

“I guess.”

“Oh no. It’s too cold.” She said, looking at her feet.

“Here. Mum has a bigger umbrella.” The little girl said, handing her a little umbrella.

“Oh no, you don’t need to.” Emily said immediately, but the girl’s mother smiled.

“You’re wearing Lydia’s favorite color. Just take the umbrella.” She said, and Emily dug her hand into her bag, taking out sweets.

“Here, Lydia. Thank you so much.” She said, and the girl squealed at the sight of the sweets.

Emily insisted on sharing the tiny umbrella with me, and we stuck to each other like glue, as we ran to the car.

The rain still managed to get to us, and we laughed as the cold seemed to blow the nerves out of us.

We got into the car, and Emily sighed. I tried to drive, only to realize the car wasn’t starting.

“Damn. What’s wrong with you? You were working just fine.” I said, and looked at the darkened sky.

“It’s quite late.” Emily said. Apparently, she was sharing my thoughts.

“This won’t do. Let’s get a taxi.” I said, and we stepped out again, walking to the road, so we could catch a taxi faster.

Shortly, a motorbike raced in our direction, splashing water as it came; Emily, trying to avoid the water splashing on her, as it passed us by, moved closer, and stumbled against me.

I held her shoulder to stable her, and asked if she was fine. But she didn’t reply.

Her eyes were somewhere else.

My lips.