//------------------------------// // A Night Out // Story: The New Kid // by GodOfBBQ //------------------------------// A Night Out You couldn't explain why, but it felt a little nice to see this side of Gilda for once. Now you knew she was more than just a tough tomboy, she actually had feelings and just needed somebody to hold to make herself feel better. Even though it was a slightly awkward hug given the fact your head measured up to her breasts, it still felt nice. After some time passing with the two of you just hugging it out, you let go and led her to the couch, no words needing to be said at the moment. You two take a seat next to one another on the soft, comfy sofa as Gilda snuggles up to your side, her head placed on your shoulder. "Not to pry Gilda but, do you want to talk about it? Maybe it'll make you feel better." You say with a somber tone. "No... I, really don't feel like talking about it now Anon... Can we just, stay quiet for a little longer please?" Gilda asks. Not wanting to anger her or annoy her, you abide and stay silent. Just letting her cuddle you. To get more comfortable, Gilda strips herself of her coat and boots and continues to cuddle your side, and while it felt a little weird having your former bully cuddle you for security, it was a nice feeling. Her body felt warm, and soft on your side, making you melt into her embrace. You lean your head on hers and breath a heavy sigh. 'So misunderstood... Poor thing, she really needed this I guess...' You think to yourself as you shut your eyes. It was quiet for a little longer until Gilds spoke up. "Anon... I'm sorry..." Your eyes widen. Did Gilda just apologize? "For what Gilda?" You ask in astonishment. "I'm sorry for being a jerk to you before... I just... It's just how I act I guess, I can't help it and-" You interrupted her. "No Gilda. Please stop, I understand, you don't need to apologize for anything. You're from a broken home, you haven't been treated right. Look, being honest, I didn't know why you were mean in the beginning, but then you told me about your dad and everything he's done. Then I had a good feeling that I knew why you did what you did. And I forgive you." This was probably the most honest thing you've said for a long time, and by the looks of it, it had an effect. You looked at Gilda's face, still leaning on your shoulder, and tears were streaming down her face. She was biting her lip so she wouldn't cry, but she was having a bit of difficulty doing so. She sniffled and hiccuped, and all you could do was comfort her. You and her sat there cuddling for a little longer until her sniffling and whimpering went silent. Curious as to why her crying noises had stopped, you glanced at her face. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was calmed, she had fallen asleep on your shoulder. "Hm, she literally cried herself to sleep." You whisper to yourself. While Gilda may be in a comfortable position now, you were still sitting up in a least comfortable position. You sat there, thinking and planning out your next move. After getting an idea of what you'll do next, you carefully and slowly lift Gilda's head off your shoulder, just long enough for you to lie yourself down on the couch. As you lied down, you brought Gilda with you, until both of you were laid on the sofa. At that point, you and Gilda were lying down together on the couch, your arm wrapped around her chest as you snuggled into her back. Her warmth and the subtle breaths she'd make lulling you to sleep. ~***~ As you awaken, you fight against your eyelids, trying to lift them open. After some more effort in waking up, you get a good look at your current situation. You're alone on the sofa and you can hear the shower running. Your best guess was Gilda was taking a shower. You didn't have anything against that, she did smell like sweat anyway. You slowly rise from your position on the sofa and yawn. You check the clock on the cable box beneath the television. "5:24... Shouldn't Mom be home by now?" You ask yourself, but then something tells you to check your phone. Maybe you'd get an answer from the device. You check your back pocket and slip the slim phone out from beneath you. You turn it on and instantly see the 'one new message' text at the top of the screen. You swipe the screen to reveal the message you've received. 'Hi honey, sorry I'm not home yet. Works keeping me for a little longer. I'll be back by 6:00... Hopefully.' Not feeling like responding in detail, you decide to be that one guy and reply back with, 'K' Putting your phone down, you hear the shower go off and your head snaps up at the bathroom door down the hallway. A few minuets later, you see Gilda with nothing but a towel on step out from the bathroom, she quickly notices your stares. "Take a picture, it'll last longer perv!" She says jokingly. "Wait, let me get my camera ready!" You respond, before she could react, you actually pull out your phone and open the camera app. Gilda takes notice and starts to flee to whatever room she can get to, but it was too late. The sound of a camera flash emitted from your phone. A smile graces your face as you review the photo. It was one of those rare photos that were taken at the perfect time. It was right when Gilda turned to run and her towel had lifted just enough to see the bottom of her rump, you whistle at the photo. "Damn G, you do squats or something?" You ask as you zoom into the photo. As you were getting lost into the picture, you see fingers grab the phone and yank it from your grasp. You then see Gilda toss your phone across the room as she storms off down the hall to the nearest bedroom. "You know, if you wanted me to delete it you could have just asked!" You say, but after some thought you add, "After I make copies and I Email the picture to myself then I'd delete it." You look across the room and spot your phone just in front of the television stand. You go to pick it up as you hear Gilda call out. "So... Whatcha wanna do?" You're a little confused by this question. "What do you mean Gilda?" You ask. "I'm bored, I wanna do something Anon. Let's go out or something!" She requests, however you're still lost. "Like, a date?" You ask. "What? No! I mean... Not really... Unless you make it one, but no. Just, two friends going out someplace." She defends. You think about what time you have until your mom gets home, but then you think about how fun it'd be to actually get out for once. You shrug to yourself, not seeing a reason NOT to go out. "Sure, why not. What'd you have in mind?" You ask. Instead of quickly answering like she has been, Gilda instead hesitates. But you can see why when she walks out of the hallway, wearing her usual attire, minus shoes, her jacket, and socks. She plops down next to you on the couch and breathes out a satisfied breath. "Dunno, that's why I ask you knucklehead." She lightly punches your arm as you chuckle along with her. You think and think, nothing really sparks your mind at the moment. You think and think until a few suggestions enter your mind. "What if we... Went to that new library downtown? I hear that's a pretty neat place. And it's open 'till 10:00" "Really? A library? You really are a nerd." Gilda remarks. "We wouldn't be going there for the books dummy, there's a small cafe in the lobby of the library and we can bring my laptop." "Why would we bring your laptop? Don't you have internet here?" Gilda asks. "Yeah but... Loading a page takes about a minute each time so it's almost unappealing then." You explain. "Yeah I guess... Is it far?" Gilda asks. No, just a quick drive. Ten minutes tops." You answer, Gilda shrugs and agrees. Probably seeing nothing to complain or debate about. As you two get up, you turn on your phone and you begin to text your mother. 'Mom, gonna hang out with a friend. I'll be back by nightfall.' As you conclude the text, you slip on your shoes and make your way to the door. You check your pockets for your wallet and keys, pleased to know they were in their designated pockets. You wait for Gilda who was slipping on her socks and boots at the moment. After some waiting, she's finally ready and follows you out the door. As you lock the front door behind you, Gilda speaks up. "Hey, while we're out, can we grab some stuff from my place?" "What do you mean G?" You ask. "Well... My Dad might not want me home if he's sent back so I may need a place to crash. I was hoping I could bunk with you or something." Gilda asks with a bit of hopefulness in her voice. "Well I mean... We'll see. My mom still needs to get home. We'll run it by her okay?" You respond. Gilda takes a deep breath. "Alright. Whatever..." She sounds a bit disappointed, wanting to lighten to mood you grow a smile on your face. "Hey, we'll have fun tonight. I promise!" You say cheerfully, Gilda can't help but smile at your contagious happiness. She throws her arm around your shoulders and sighs. "Alright dweeb. Let's roll out." You two begin walking to the elevator, excited for the night ahead.