Happy Belated Story Orgy™ Monday!
Come on…say it with me…week 4 of 2015 and my post #4 is here and up and (hopefully) fabulous! We won’t discuss how it might be a little late posting…*clears throat*
So on to my prompt, another scene from Chance at Trust
To give you a little background on this scene—
Em is prepared to walk out on the date that Joss and Penn deceived him on…
This week's prompt: He knew they didn’t forgive him, but he was okay with that. (slightly altered for purpose of working with this scene)
And now for your reading pleasure…
Chance at Trust
copyright © 2015 Havan Fellows
Why would Penn bring him here?
Em was pretty sure he knew why. "I honestly believe you have the best of intentions here, Penn..." He folded the menu and placed it on the table in front of him, breathing deeply in through his nose, trying to gain his courage to make a dignified exit. "But you know what they say about good intentions. Thank you for"—Em thought about that scorching kiss at Joss's condo and mourned the loss of never having another—"thank you for a very sweet memory that I'll draw upon often."
Nodding, more to himself than Penn, Em pushed his seat back and stood to leave.
A steel like grip wrapped around Em's wrist, holding him in place.
"Whoa, am I being dumped?" Penn's brows furrowed together, his face expressing his bewilderment in the turn of events.
Em looked at the hand holding him before quickly glancing around the restaurant to make sure they didn't garner anyone's attention. He lowered his voice when replying, "No, not dumped per se. In order to be dumped we'd have to be an item to begin with."
Penn mimicked Em's movements and leaned in also, whispering right back, "Well, in order to become an item you would have to sit and enjoy dinner with me. Don't you ever get tired of running?"
"I don't run," Em gritted out between clenched teeth.
"That's obvious." Penn exaggeratingly tilted his head and glared at the now empty chair behind Em.
Noticing a patron at a nearby table glance over at them, Em fell back into his chair, but he didn't raise his voice any. "Why would you take a stranger to a restaurant where you are practically like family to the owners? This isn't a first date scenario."
Penn snorted, "Nothing about what we've done is following the standard operating procedures of dating. Your best friend had to choke you on a very tasty and flaky croissant just so I could get a date with you under a very loose interpretation of agreement. And did he really babysit you until I showed up so you wouldn't bolt?"
"Yes..." Em muttered softly.
Another chuckle washed over Em's senses, he could really get used to hearing that sound.
"Good thing I have a strong sense of self, or else I might think you didn't like me and didn't want to be on this date."
No, that's my problem, not yours...I don't have a strong sense of self, I don't believe you like me and want to be here...
No matter how pathetic Em was, he wouldn't vocalize his inner thoughts. Not to Penn, probably not even to Joss when he inevitably had a conversation with him later about how he chickened out in the middle of his date. If this really was a date, Penn did admit that nothing they'd done so far could be classified as real dating behavior. What if Em wasn't the one that Penn wanted to spend time with? What if this was some elaborate way to earn bonus points with Joss...that Em could understand.
"Whether I wanted this date or not wasn’t part of the equation. I suspect my good for nothing best friend whom I may never speak to again suspected that."
Penn nodded his head as if he understood. "He said he knew you wouldn’t forgive him, but he was oddly okay with that."
"You know Joss isn't here." Em hated how he couldn't raise his voice above a whisper, how his gaze refused to move from the miniscule black dot on the white table cloth that he studied. He hated how small and unsure he felt...he was tired of it. Tired of never being good enough for anyone.
No...he was tired of never being good enough for himself.
"God I hope not. No offense to you, but your best friend can be a bit to take. Small doses I might be able to handle, like saying hello to him when I swing by to pick you up on our second date...but anything more and I might have to find a real good psychiatrist. Please tell me refusing to invite him along isn't a deal breaker."
Did Em hear him correctly? He chanced a glance up and sure enough, Penn was still sitting across from him with a goofy smile that extended from his uptilted lips to his shining eyes. God, Em did like those gentle eyes.
"You don't want Joss here?"
"Why..." Penn shook his head as if confused by the turn of conversation. "Um, I want you here...him not so much."
"Oh." Em took a sip of water, purposely drawing out his action as long as he could to bide him time to think. He wanted to believe Penn, every aspect of his being wanted to believe those kind green eyes. None of his mannerisms seemed malicious, and why would they be? They'd only met this morning, why would Penn suddenly want to hurt Em? He didn't appear to be the type of man to take someone out with the sole purpose of crushing his self esteem.
Penn was nice.
Em could use some nice in his life.
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