touchy subjects

Eric was waiting outside the library for Ellie. Leaning against the rock wall in his skinny black jeans and sporting his vintage Sex Pistols T-shirt.

"I was hoping you'd be early, " he smiled. He even smiled more when he took her hand and kissed her lips. "Guess what I got us?"

Ellie hadn't a clue. She shrugged.

"MSI tickets." He practically winked with excitement.

"Really?" She wasn't expecting that.

"You'll go, won't you?" He toyed with both of her hands, staring at her intently.

"Yeah, of course." Only she wasn't exactly sure what MSI stood for. She'd listened to some of their songs, but she wouldn't call herself a die-hard fan.

"You're sure you're not mad at me?"

"Why would I be mad at you?" She played this game of his with her palms pressing against his, pushing him steady against the wall. "Don't you know, you're the best part of today. Its been horrible at home."

"Yeah, that stinks about the basement, and everything. You eat anything yet?"

She shook her head, no. They headed across the street to the little Chinese place, The Golden Star. There was absolutely no one there. They had the place to themselves.

"You know, when I didn't hear from you. I just thought," he continued on before the waitress came to take their order. "You might have thought that maybe I was, um..." She knew he wouldn't say it. She knew he wouldn't mention about what he said while they were in the carriage.

"Eric," Ellie didn't know what to say, either. "Just don't- don't." Ellie wasn't in any hurry for this to leap into something more serious than it had to be.

They ordered then, and he talked about Mindless Self Indulgence and how amazing the show would be. And how happy he was that she was going with him.

"You know, the pool is open," he then reminded her.

"The pool?" Ellie had no idea if she even knew where her swimming suit could be.

"We should go."

"Today?"

"Maybe."

He was freaking her out just a bit. This was not what she was expecting.

"I didn't know you liked to swim?" Ellie wasn't sure why she said this, but she felt a little uncomfortable thinking of him seeing her in a swim suit. She would not be wearing a bikini. Never.

"Who said anything about swimming?" He grinned.

"Oh, well, I'm not sure if I even know where my swimming suit is." This would also mean removing hair with Nair which was a stinky process. She did her best not to snarl her nose. "I do like swimming. I do." If she was going to the swimming pool , she wanted to be in the water.

"Well, I can get you one."

"You wouldn't." She almost gasped.

"Why not?" He he laughed softly.

She squinted her eyes. Just then the won ton soup arrived with the egg rolls. She was famished. She didn't want to talk about swim suits.