Romeo, Take Me~Ali Cummings

Romeo, Take Me


It was Monday morning when I hear the phone ring from the other room and ran to answer it. I picked it up and put it to my ear, ignoring the fact that we had caller ID.
“Hello?” I said, brushing a stray piece of hair out of my face from where I had run to get the phone. I smiled when I heard the voice on the other end of the phone.
“Hi, is this Ali?” He said.
“Speaking.” I said simply. I was lucky he couldn’t see me or he would’ve seen how red I was turning.
“Well, in that case, how are you, Cinderella?” He said. I heard him giggle of the other end of the phone.
“I’m doing very well, Prince Charming.” I said. I turned bright pink. I had not meant to say that out loud. He laughed on the other end of the phone.
“Charming? I’ll take that as a complement.” He said.
“Well, you should. You are charming.” I slapped my hand over my mouth. What was it about him that made me so crazy? Either I was gushing over him or I was blushing because of him. I couldn’t be around him without feeling like I really was Cinderella, twirling around like a princess at a ball. But really I was just a normal girl who couldn’t for the life her figure out why the prince had chosen her. His quiet laugh brought me back to reality.
“Well, thank you.” He said. “And I can’t think of one girl who fit’s the description of a princess like you do.” I blushed. I took the phone to my room and sat down on the bed.
“I’m not a princess.” I said shyly. “And I don’t deserve a prince.” I said.
“Well then how about me instead? What do you think of that?” He asked. I didn’t even hesitate to answer him.
“I’m definitely not complaining.” I said. He laughed on the other end of the phone, and I gave into the desire to laugh with him.
“Well that’s good.” He said. “I actually called to ask you a question.” He said. I noticed the same shyness in his voice that had been present in mine just seconds before.
“And what would that be?” I asked. I really had not the slightest idea what the question might be.
“Do you want to meet somewhere?” He asked. I was surprised by the question. I didn’t know where he lived, nor did he know my address. I couldn’t drive and there was nowhere I could think to go that wouldn’t be like a date. Then it clicked. Was he asking me out on a date?
“Where would we meet?” I asked, afraid to jump to conclusions. If he wasn’t asking me out on a date, I would feel completely stupid for suggesting it if I said anything.
“I was thinking we could just go to Starbucks or something. You know, get some coffee, hang out.” I started to think about it. It would be easy to get my mom to agree to the idea, and it might be fun to get to know him a little better. He interrupted my thoughts.
“We could just go as two friends hanging out at a coffee house. What do you say?” He said. I made up my mind quickly.
“I’d like that. Just let me ask my mom.” I set the phone down on my pillow and headed down the hall to my mom’s bedroom. When I got there, she was sitting in her wheelchair, watching television. “Mom,” I started. “Could I go out for a little while with a friend?” She looked over at me and got a serious look on her face. She was in one of her moods.
“Who with?” She said. “Where are you going and how long will you be gone?” I would be lucky if these were the only questions I had to answer.
“I’m going to Starbucks with a friend from church, and we’ll only be gone until about four o’ clock.” I said, hoping that would suffice. She thought carefully about it, or at least looked as though she was doing so.
“Okay, you can go, but don’t be home a minute after four.” She said. I smiled and ran back through the house to tell Matthew.
“Thank you.” I shouted over my shoulder as I left her room. I heard her mumble something about teenagers being social butterflies, but I paid no attention. When I got back to my room, I picked up the phone off the pillow and put it to my ear.
“My mom says I can go, but I need a ride.” I said.
“I can pick you up. I just need your address.” He said. After giving him directions, which I somehow could remember now, I hung up the phone and went to pick out an outfit.
I soon found, as I picked through the clothes in my closet that anything I chose looked gray and dull compared to my memories of his sparkling eyes. Finally telling myself that I had to choose something or risk going in my undershirt I picked my favorite of all my choices. It was a long sleeve top with a square neckline and a deep violet floral design on it. I pulled out my favorite pair of jeans and slipped them on easily, noticing I had lost weight in the past few weeks. And a significant amount of weight at that. I shrugged it off and promised myself I would have a healthy-sized meal as soon as I got home from my outing with Matthew.
As I slipped on the top I had chosen over my head, I saw Matthew pull into the driveway. I realized how close he must’ve lived for him to have gotten here that fast. I grabbed my purse and headed out the door, locking the front door behind me. While I was turned around locking the door, I felt a small jerk on a back piece of my hair. I twirled around to see Matthew standing behind me, car keys in hand. I smiled.
“Hi Matthew.” I said.
“You can call me Matt.” He said, taking my hand in his and leading me down the ramp. He helped me into the passengers side of his truck and then hoisted himself into the drivers seat. He turned around in his seat and started to back out of the drive way, while I buckled my seatbelt. When he had backed out of the driveway and on to the street, he put the truck in drive and turned on the radio. I listened the song that was playing and started singing along softly.
“Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone…”