The Rat Man. I

So, I grab my stuff and go to The Jeep. I call September to tell her I’m done with work. I had to work with her for a couple seconds. Being that he had only hung out once, my memory to where she lives… was for shit. We agreed to meet at Sonny’s. I called and checked in with mom. “Be safe. Don’t go into dark allys”. There are no allys in Bushnell… >.>…. I went to Sonny’s and waited a couple minutes. I followed September to her house and followed her into her room. [Yes. I am doing awlot of following.]
“Better call Justin to tell him that he should wait 15 minutes before leaving.”
*Knock.*
*September opens door, JUSTIN! comes in.* Speak of the devil and he shall appear… My confidence drained from me and I became nervous again.
“What are you doing here?” – September.
“She texted him and told him she was on her way here.”
Note to self: *Shoot face*. I had managed to change out of my shirt, but I was still wearing my work pants. I stepped back just in case he decided to come to the doorway and try to look in. I wasn’t ready nor prepared. My hair was shitty and curly, and The world needed to just go away!!! I watched Justin and September be all “I love you more than M&Ms”… not really but thats how cutsy and cheesy they.
“We’ll just wait outside.”
Smart kid. Very smart kid this Justin kid.
“Okay!” – Septembering being her cheer squad again.
But September was sick. She had been sneezing and having a runny nose all week. She almost didn’t want to come. But I told her she had to come or I wouldn’t. I didn’t want to stand the kid up but… IM NOT GOING ALONE! End of story… She was going.
I tell her to go turn on her straightener. I finish getting dressed and go to join her in the bathroom where she’s putting makeup on.
“You excited yet?”
The man is standing outside the house and I have yet to get confident. I doubted if I ever would get it.
“Nope. Still nervous.”
That was a good thing… right? Going out with some kid that I hadn’t met before. A “blind date” if you will. From what we had talked about we had a lot in common. The biggest thing we didn’t have in common was: He “hadn’t picked up a book in a while”…. The biggest known thing we didn’t have in common… for now at least. At which Im very content with. I can throw books at him if he dicided to be a winner and ask which one he could read… =D.
I laughed at September when she was all “IM RODOLF!” Her nose was red from all the sickness. Poor child. “You better know I love you, getting me out of the house while I’m sick.” I smiled and put down the straightener after 10 minutes of straightening and touching up.
I forced September out the door first, trying to delay meeting the kid. It was dark out… maybe I could jump into a bush or something… They were standing by The Jeep. FUCK!…
September automatically went by Justin.
The man standing next to Justin saw me and smiled. It wasn’t a creepy, wheres-the-closest-ally smile. It looked good on his face.
“Rae. Raphael. Raphael. Rae.” [LOOK AT NAME! Thank Serenity.]
I can’t say it was anything extraordinary. We shook hands and we smiled at each other. There were no fireworks nor marching band. It was an ordinary meet. && I was okay with that. =]
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
“How was work?” – Him.
“Good? I guess. It kinda pissed me off since I only worked an hour.” – Little did it accure to me that I was fired. But more on that later.
I had realized I had spoken too much. I wasn’t one to speak a lot when I was nervous. I became paranoid that he thought me obnoxious. So I just shut up. I ran over to September. Justin and September look at each other and smile.
“Race you.” – Justin.
“GO GO GO!” – me. *we all run to each car.* Me into September’s. Raphael into Justin’s. Lets face it. In one car… I think I’d have a mini heart attack right then and there. Being forced to talk. Being listened to and examined. I couldn’t deal with it.
September and Justin race to Beef’s and…. September bottoms out. >.>. Genius.
We get out and the guys say there were quite litterally sparks coming out from behind. I’m still trying to calm down from walking outside her front door. Sigh. We look at each other again and I half smile, because a full smile would be just plain scary.
“Let’s go.” – Justin.
September clings to his arm, I see Raphael’s shadow on the ground coming up behind me. && a thought accures to me.
“Shit! BRIDGET! All he sees is Bridget. He thinks she’s too big. He’s staring at her! AT HER!! Oh jesus.”
I try to subliminally hide her by moving my body away from all of them. My ass is too large for its own good. It does no help. Liposuction is the only way to make her go away. Fucking ass. *shoots face*
We go to sit in a booth, – Justin aparently has back issues && a booth would be best – I swing into the seat and Raphael sits beside me. We glance at each other and it became very reassuring that he too was as shy as me.
Justin starts talking instantly. I don’t remember what he started to talk about at first. I think that would be healthy.
The waitress comes back, ASHLEY! From Sophomore chorus class!! I greet her and she greets me. 
We order drinks. Justin continues to talk. I don’t mean to be mean. His talking was entertainment. I was examining him for September anyways. I knew it would happen from the moment I knew he was coming. I was going to be examined by Raphael && I was going to examine Justin. I knew thats how it was going to be.
“What do you want?” 45 minutes in Beef’s. I look at September. Whose practically sleeping. Damn her and being sick. I play “footsie” with her, when I was mostly just trying to get her up by putting my foot on her leg.
“I’ll order whatever you order.” – Me to September.
“I don’t know what I want.”
“How about that mushroom and swish cheese burger?” – coming from Justin who knows that September doesnt like either. It was funny cause he brought it up at random times of the conversation. Yeah, I’ll have coffee with cream and mushroom and swish cheese… It was so funny. =D… okay maybe not. >.>
So…. an hour and a half goes by. Justin still yapping away. He mostly just talked about partying and their jobs that they shared. How Justin doesnt drink that often from one event that scarred him for……. a long time, until recently.
We finally order food. I look for the cheap-but-good stuff. I didn’t want to spend 10 bux on something that I wouldn’t pay for…. I had left my money at home. FUCK!… But the Philly Cheesesteak sounded good… for like… 8 bucks. Okay. I can deal. I’ll just give him 10 dollars later.
Again while we’re eating he talks about his drinking experiences and I’m lost in a world of Justin’s alcoholic addiction. It was strange.
I can’t help but to look over at Raphael. I looked at how he wasn’t even touching me. A lot of people find that a bad omen. I think thats a miracle. Our knees weren’t even touching! =DD. Okay: Confession to all of those that dont know. I HATE! being touched. I really and truely do… I can only handle so much at a time… && He wasn’t. Kudos to Raphael… although he hasn’t an idea he received them.
Then they started to talk about this one job they held, both of them, first job for both… I believe. A chinese place. Where they both delivered, served, cleaned, everything except cooked for – cuz the chinese people cooked.
“Do you like Chinese?” – Justin. [Of course.]
“Yeah.”
“Oh good! We’ll have to take you. Its in Inverness.” [It becomes a night I look forward to.]
I instantly think of my cousin that lives in Inverness. I smile at the thought of her and take a mental note how I needed to talk to her… never did.
Then… Raphael starts talking… For the first time… I think. My memory of the night is beginning to fade. NOOO!… He talks about how this Chinese place only hires family. His sister got the job by chance, and then he got the job and then he got Justin the job by saying they were “cousins”. XD. And they believed them!! They both did alwot for the place and then vehicles came into a conversation.
Raphael apparently as a bike. Like a motor bike. Like… you know… the one thing Ive wanted for ages. Yeah… apparently his is bad ass and can kick the ass of any other bikes out there… Secretly I was dying to ask him if I could see it. It was hitting my skin. But I contained myself since it was the first time I had met him and wasn’t thinking clearly. But… I still wanna see it. T.T…
Then I learned he got into a fucking motorcycle accident!!! OH GOD! I started flipping out.. on the inside.
They [he, Justin, and some chik] were riding, Justin&chik in the car and he was on his bike. HE CRASHED IT!… He damn near broke his leg && hit his neck… back… head thingy. Details too blurry to remember, I was all freaking out. But I also learned…. that there is an unwritten rule that cars/vehicles going over 150, the cops dont even try. I was all “note to self”. Its amazing. =D.
“At that point all the cops care about is what your attention is on. They know that if u hit a pot hole, your for shit”… well… basically thats what Justin said.
Okay! The night is coming to an end. [almost done I promise.]…
Its 10:30…. Beef’s close at 11.
“Okay. Its time to head out.” – Justin.
I was relieved that he finally felt that way. I had been feeling like that since… ever. Not uncomfortable… just… My body decided it was tired. Basterd body!
Raphael paid for my meal. I felt bad that he had to. I didn’t even offer. I should have offered. I wanted to pay for my meal. Manners and all. Its a rule, if you’re going as friends you should split the bill… right??? Whimpers. But were we going as friends? “Testing the waters”? Shrugs.
We go outside, with our left over, nonetheless, and we all gather around our vehicles, two of like… the remaining 5 or so. September goes to Justin once more and Raphael and I look at each other again.
“OH! YOU TWO HUG!”
I look at September looking like a tard moving her fingers between Raphael and I. We look at each other and nod. We’re both thinking, [or... he looks like hes agreeing]… a hug won’t be that bad. Tension. Tension. Wrap arms around each other…. 2 seconds later…. done. Tension released. I think I was too nervous to smell him. I dont remember a smell. >.>… I think thats healthy.
“Kiss her on the cheek!” September being a tard again.
I glared at her and growled. Loudly. Like… I was surprised if all of them couldn’t hear me. I looked at Raphael. “I’ll text you later.”
A smile that made my stomach roll. That basterd with his white smile. His smile is good. =D. Like a D.
“Okay.” – him. =]
I climb into September’s car and the night is done.

I am very content with my night. =D. Very very content. He seems like an interesting kid. I am interested. Like is too big of a word, for now, just interested. =D.