Young Love with John and Raphael in Fancy Valentine's Day Date
John wants to have a fancy date with his boyfriend for Valentine's day, but knows it would be too stressful for Raphael so he improvises.
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Raphael Pont of View
It was six-thirty, I looked at my messages again. It hadn’t magically changed, so why would it now?
John:
“Happy valentines day babe <3”
“I have a special valentines date for us, I’ll pick u up @ 7”
“Its a surprise dress nice<3<3<3”
Me:
“John you know I don’t like surprises and anywhere that I have to dress up for will have a lot of people.”
John:
“You’ll like this trust me”
Me:
“Can you at least give me a hint”
John: “nope, just trust me.”
Me: “Please”
John: ”<3<3”
Me:
“You're not going to tell me anything?”
John: “<3”
I knew I wasn’t going to get any information out of him. He can be so stubborn when he wants to be, something I both love and hate about him, well not really hate there's nothing I really hate about my boyfriend. Not knowing what he plans to do with me dressed up on Valentine's Day does make me very nervous.
I looked through my closet for something to wear. I ended up putting on black slacks, a blue button-down, and a black sports coat.
I took out my phone, 6:50. He should be here soon. I waited in my room, my parents always get too excited when I dress up. My mom would fuss over my hair that I keep on the long side so I don’t have to go to get it cut as often. I told them that I was going out with John, but not too anywhere fancy. I lay on my bed turned on some music and waited with my phone on my chest, trying to relax a little. It was starting to work when I felt it buzz, it was John, “I’m Here”. I smiled he knew that it would be easier if we didn’t get my parents involved.
“Be right out,” I texted back, sitting up. I made a quick dash to the door, and quickly put on my shoes, luckily neither of my parents noticed. “John’s here, I’m leaving,” I called loudly to my parents, before heading out.
John was wearing something similar to me just his shirt was bright yellow to match his beautifully loud personality, he looked amazing, I didn’t know what to say, but he did. “You look great Raphael,” come here,” he opened his arms and I walked into them, there didn’t seem to be anyone around, he pulled me into a hug the kind that always helps calm me down, my head resting against his chest with his chin resting on top of my head. I don’t know how long we stayed like that. It was never long enough.
“Ready baby?” he asked pulling away, a bright grin on his face.
“I-I don’t kn-know,” I stammered a little, a telltale sign that my anxiety was acting up more than usual. I stopped trying to suppress my stutter around him a few months ago.
“Don’t worry baby, you’ll like this I sware,” his smile gentle as he wrapped his arm around me and guided me to his mom’s car, he opened the door for me and kissed me on the forehead, I love forehead kisses, they feel more intimate than mouth ones. I felt safer in the privacy of the car. He put on my favorite Spotify playlist and started to drive. He was driving away from the area with all the restaurants and into a residential area.
“Where?” The question formed in my throat as I realized that I knew these roads.
“Yup, we're going to my place my parents are out tonight so I thought we’d do something special,” he beamed as my heart dropped and I froze. Did "something special" mean sex!? I’m not ready for sex. I'm usually quiet so I guess he didn’t notice anything wrong since he could not look at me.
We pulled up to the parking lot of his apartment building, I stumbled out of the car. “What’s wrong Raphael?” his voice was so gentle as he brushed some hair out of my face.
“I-I’m no-not rea-dy for.”
His eyes grew wide. “No, No, I’m not ready for that either,” he chuckled nervously realizing what I was thinking, and I let out a sigh of relief, as he grabbed my hand and we walked up the rest of the way to his apartment. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
There was a trail of rose petals leading to the dining room, we took off our shoes and he was bursting with excitement as we walked down the path. Classical music was playing softly. “You did all of this for me?” I looked around in wonder. The room was lit by fake candles that covered the room, some suspended from the ceiling, and the table was covered in a white tablecloth with more candles, and at two of the seats facing each other was a plate with slightly burnt lasagna.
“Of course, my little butterfly,” I loved that pet name and he knew it. “I wanted us to have a big fancy date for our first Valentines together, but I knew that you wouldn’t want to have to deal with a fancy crowded restaurant so I made it here. I spent all day setting it up and cooking,” he smiled proudly.
“It’s perfect,” and it really was. We had our fancy dinner date without the problems, it didn’t matter that there were no food options, he made it by himself, which means more than anything a chef could make. This was perfect John is perfect.
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