Murphy’s Law is a strange phenomenon. Some believe it’s legitimate and some believe it’s not. I’m not either of those people, to be honest. Life is life. Events happen. They’re neither good nor bad. At the moment they may seem terrible, but in the end you realize that if that certain event didn’t happen your life might have turned out much differently. Or if we don’t take it as far as it being life changing, another event wouldn’t have happened and it wouldn’t have brought along with it the beauty it held for you.
Yes, this is an introduction to what once happened to me. It happened about a year ago and honestly thinking back to it it actually seems pretty funny and cute.
Matt Espinosa and I had been friends for quite a while. We weren’t best friends or anything. We were the type of friends that said hi to each other in school, occasionally had lunch together, joked around with each other… I don’t really know how to explain it. You know, the type of friends you can go without talking to for a while and they’re not your closest friends, but you do like having them around.
I won’t act stupid and say that I had no idea that Matt had a thing for me. Oh, I knew. But I didn’t think he had that big of a crush on me. I thought it was just a small crush, but I was proven wrong. And yes, I will get to telling you. Hang on.
I’d been walking out of my English class, on my way to my locker to get my books for my next class, when Matt stopped me. I knew that he had Algebra at the same time I had English and those classrooms are right next to each other, so he tended to walk me to my locker sometimes. That’s why when I saw him coming toward me I wasn’t very surprised.
"Hi, Matt!" I said cheerfully as he approached me.
"Uh, hey, Gabby." he said, refusing to look me in the eye and rubbing his hand on the back of his neck. I knit my eyebrows together in confusion as I watched him. I’d never seen Matt nervous and it was quite a surprise for me. I wondered what the reason was. Little did I know at the time that it was actually me.
"Listen, uh," he continued nervously and I didn’t know what to do to calm him down, so I just stood still waiting for him to tell me whatever it was that he wanted to tell me. His constant fretting actually made even me feel nervous, so I desperately wanted him to hurry it up, so we could both put the feeling away.
"I was wondering if, uh, maybe you wanted to go out with me. To dinner. Tonight, maybe?" he said quickly up to the degree that I almost didn’t catch what he’d said.
"Sure, Matt." I said as lightly as I could, in an attempt to calm his already frazzled nerves.
"I’ll pick you up at 8?" he said, ending his sentence as a question, but still with a bit more confidence than before. I nodded and smiled at him. We bid our goodbyes as we both had to get to class.
I was slightly nervous about the evening myself, because I will admit I had always had a bit of crush on Matt as well. I hoped it would turn out perfect. Actually I had no doubt that it would turn out perfect, because this was Matt Espinosa we were talking about. Oh, boy, how wrong I was. It didn’t turn out the least bit perfect. Well, not in the way I’d expect it to, anyway.
I had a black sleeveless dress on with black ballet flats when Matt rang the doorbell. I honestly don’t dress like that, but I felt the occasion was right for it. My hair was curled in soft curls that just kissed my back. I didn’t wear too much make up, because I feel that while you’re a teenager you should keep the make up as little as possible. It makes you look older if there’s too much of it.
I felt the butterflies flutter inside my stomach as I descended the stairs. My parents were at a business trip, so I was home alone and therefore I had to open the door myself. The door flew open only to reveal a smartly dressed Matt, smiling at me. He was wearing a fancy looking blue shirt paired with black pants. I smiled at him warmly.
Well, until he handed me the bouquet of daises he was holding. My smile immediately dropped as I saw them.
"Matt," I started, but I was interrupted by a sneeze. He looked at me with a concerned look on his face as I sneezed again. Who even brings daisies on a first date? Aren’t they supposed to be roses? I quickly pushed the thoughts away, reminding myself that there was no way he could have known.
"Gabby, are you okay?" he asked, still looking at me with a worried glint in his eyes.
"Yeah," I said sniffing, giving him the daisies back, which he took with confusion lacing his features. "I’m allergic to daisies, Matt." I finally clarified.
"Oh," he said, finally understanding. Then his cheeks flushed red and he looked extremely embarrassed. "I am so so sorry. I had no idea. I wanted to be original with the flowers, but- Oh, Gosh, if I’d only know I would have-"
"Hey, hey, calm down." I laughed. "I’m fine. Don’t worry about it. Just get rid of the daisies."
My statement seemed to soothe him just a little bit, but he still looked humiliated. That was probably the reason why our conversation was tense and strained as he drove me to the designated place of our date. He said the place we were going to was a surprise that he’d planned for me. I felt that this was finally going on the right track. Well, let’s just say that I wasn’t exactly right about that either.
"Here we are!" he exclaimed as he opened the car door for me once we’d parked the car. I exited the car and my face immediately fell as I saw where we were. He’d taken me to a Chinese restaurant. I hate Chinese food. No offence to Chinese people and anyone that likes Chinese food. I’ve just never liked it.
"Oh," I said precariously. Matt was completely oblivious to the sudden change in my mood as he took my hand in his. I didn’t have the heart to tell him about my dislike toward Chinese food. I figured that I could order something more ordinary.
So, you can imagine my dismay when the waiter came to take our order and nothing on the menu caught my eye. I only ordered orange juice, which thankfully they had. The waiter looked a bit confused, but went to give our orders to the chef anyway.
"You didn’t order anything." Matt said once the waiter had left.
"I’m just not all that hungry. I had a big lunch." I fibbed, refusing to look him in the eye. I racked my brain for a suitable subject with which to steer the subject away from my not ordering any food, but none came to mind.
"Is anything wrong?" he asked, concern lacing his voice. I shook my head no and tried to smile at him. I hoped he’d change the subject soon. I didn’t want to break his heart. He looked so proud of his planning for the night. And one thing had already gone wrong for him. There was no need to make a second thing go wrong when it didn’t have to.
"You hate Chinese food, don’t you?" he suddenly said, guessing my thoughts. I thought about equivocating, but I knew it would be a fruitless attempt. I was probably giving my thoughts away in quite an obvious way.
"Yeah," I said, not bothering to lie. "But don’t worry. I’ll just have a drink. I really am not that hungry."
I was lying.
I’d been too nervous to eat anything the entire day. I hadn’t had a bite to eat ever since breakfast. I was starving.
Before he could say anything else I quickly changed the subject. We talked about various things, but neither of us seemed to be getting into the conversation much. It was still tense and strained. On his part mostly. I could tell that he was beyond nervous and beyond self-conscious. I hadn’t expected Matt to be this nervous on a date. He’s a pretty laid-back guy. This was a whole new side of him that I was seeing.
When our orders came the conversation evaporated again. I just sat there, sipping my drink, willing for the awkwardness to fade. Well, it faded, alright. But not in the way I’d expected. Then again nothing on this date turned out quite the way I’d expected.
Matt had ordered a bottle of mineral water for the both of us. He got the bottle and poured some water into his glass. And that’s when it happened. As he was putting the bottle back on the table, he accidentally hit his glass with his elbow. The glass careened and yes, you guessed it, spilled right into my lap, soaking my dress.
I squealed and jumped up from the table in shock. Matt quickly came running toward me with a handful of napkins he’d grabbed from the table. I’d calmed down from the shock in the couple of seconds it had taken him to grab the napkins, so I just calmly took them from him and started dabbing at my dress.
"Oh My God, Gabby, I am so sorry. I am so so so sorry. You have no idea how sorry I am. Oh My God!" he started rambling. I just waved his apologies away.
"Don’t worry about it," I said sweetly. "It’s just water. It doesn’t stain." I gave him a warm smile, but that did nothing to calm his already frazzled nerves as he continued to ramble off apologies. I continued to soothe him telling him it was alright and that it could happen to everybody until he finally calmed down.
By then neither of us wanted to stay in the restaurant anymore, so we decided to leave. And that’s when yet another surprise came lurking around. And not a good one either.
When the waiter came with our check Matt reached for his wallet. And I’m pretty sure it’s pretty obvious what happened. His eyes went wide and the color ebbed off his face. He was about to say something, but I interrupted him by pulling out the required amount of money from my purse.
Rule No.1 when you’re going out anywhere is “Take money with you”. You never know when you may need it.
Before Matt could embarrass himself anymore and try to “save” the situation - because I was pretty sure that he felt awful having me pay for him and that he would try to fix it somehow and I didn’t think that was a good idea with the state he was in - I thanked the waiter for his service and pulled Matt out of the restaurant. Once we were out of the restaurant he started rambling, throwing apologies at me.
"Matt, it’s fine." I said. "It could have happened to anyone. It’s okay."
He seemed to calm down a bit and we started walking to the car in a tense silence. That is until I heard Matt say something that I really never thought I’d ever heard him say. He’s normally very confident.
"I screwed up so bad." he murmured to himself.
I stopped walking and obviously noticing I’d stopped so did he. But he still refused to look me in the eye. He looked down at his feet, scuffing the ground with his shoe nervously.
"You didn’t screw up." I said and that’s when he looked up to me, meeting my eyes.
He arched an eyebrow and said, “Gabby, were you at the same date as me? I screwed up and you know it.” He lowered his gaze again and murmured, “I just wanted it to be perfect.”
"Okay," I admitted. "You did screw up." I put a hand on his shoulder to make him look at me, because it was honestly breaking my heart to see him like this. It was obvious that he’d wanted everything to turn out perfectly and everything had gone wrong for him. "But that’s only because you planned too much. You didn’t let anything happen naturally."
At that moment I got an idea that I was pretty sure would fix the events of the night. I grabbed him by the hand and started pulling him along with me. He seemed confused but I didn’t let him ask any questions. I took him to the car and told him to get in as I went to the other side and climbed into the passenger seat.
"Drive." I stated plainly when we were all buckled in.
"Where?" he asked and I just shook my head.
"Wherever you want. No plans. No preconceived ideas. No schedules. Just drive. Anywhere at all. Let’s see where life takes us."
He seemed confused at my wishes, but acquiesced anyway. I made him stop at my house, so I could change from my wet clothes into something else and after that I told him the exact same thing I had before. I told him to drive. He just nodded and started driving. After a while of just driving through streets we ended up at one that lead to the beach. That’s when I decided to speak up.
"Let’s stop here."
"The beach?" he questioned, because that apparently hadn’t been his idea of the perfect first date. I’d noticed that he wanted this date to be fancy, but I to be honest I’ve never liked fancy first dates. Simple and beautiful has always been my thing.
"Yes." I said plainly and he made no attempt to question me again. He only found a good parking spot and parked the car without another word. Like a true gentleman he got out and came to my side of the car to open my door. Our fingers interlaced as he took my hand in his and we started walking down to the beach.
And that’s when the conversation started flowing. The tension from before melted away and suddenly we were both just comfortable with each other. As if the nervousness had completely disappeared. We joked around, we teased each other… At one point I pushed him into the water. He screamed and dragged me along with him, so we ended up splashing each other.
"That was my revenge for you spilling your water on me." I laughed after we’d calmed down from the laughing a bit. By that time we were sitting on the wet sand, the water splashing at our feet, not having a care in the world.
"Oh, Gosh, I’m sorry about that." he said. "I just wanted everything to be so perfect, because I like you a lot. I’ve had an enormous crush on your ever since I first met you. I guess I just panicked."
I felt butterflies in my stomach as she said those words. Apparently I’d been wrong in thinking he’d only had a little crush on me. But it was good to know, because I liked him a lot too.
"Yeah, I know." I said, letting my head rest atop his shoulder as I stared out at the sparkling stars. The moon lit up the beach and everything seemed to shimmer under its light. Just like a fairyland. "But some of the most beautiful things are unplanned."
"I guess you’re right." he said, putting his hand around me. I felt a tingling sensation from his touch, which made me smile. This evening was turning out to be perfect after all.
I looked over at him as he was dreamily staring at the horizon in front of us. After a few seconds he turned toward me, catching my eye, and he smiled. Without anyone telling us, he just came closer to me. In a matter of seconds our lips lightly touched, slowly evolving into a kiss. It felt as if a wave of electricity and euphoria passed through my whole body. And I liked the feeling. I liked it very much.
Once he pulled away we both just smiled at each other, savoring the beautiful moment.
"I’m pretty sure that that kiss wouldn’t have been as beautiful if it was planned." I said and he chuckled.
"You really are something else, Gabby." he said and looked back into my eyes, his hazel eyes twinkling in the night light.
"I hope you mean that as a compliment, Mr. Espinosa." I said teasingly.
He just smiled and leaned in again, our lips meeting for yet another kiss. At that moment neither of us cared about anything else other than being with each other. No worries and no cares. It was about the moment. This moment. This unplanned moment. Because life is beautiful and it’s filled with a lot of wonderful moments. And that’s why the most beautiful of moments come unplanned. Because life has already got them planned for you.
I hope you like it. I’m looking at another hiatus from tomorrow until September 1st. I might log on to post older requests, but other than that I will be unavailable on all my social media. I’ve decided not to close requests this time, so you can still request. However, all the requests will be posted after the hiatus is over.
I’ve got about 5 requests that I need to post, so I’ll try and work on those during the hiatus. I needed to post them a long time ago, but honestly even though I’d like to believe it I’m not a writing machine. Chances are that if you request a plot as well I’ll be able to finish it faster.
This request was a bit hurried, so don’t pay attention to any typos and such. I don’t really have time to edit it much right now. I’ll look it over when I get the time.
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