Chapter Four- Chubbie's Dinner Date

Saturday rolled around fast. I stood in front of my mirror, frowning at my appearance. For not really interested in dating, having a relationship, or just being with someone in general, I sure was skeptical about how I looked. I decided to wear a tight fitted black skirt and a baby blue, v-necked long sleeved shirt. I tucked it neatly into my skirt for what seemed like the thousandth time an then adjusted the silver butterfly necklace I had quickly thrown on. I had even gone as far as curling my thin blonde hair and threw it partially back. Ugh, what the heck was I turning into? My thing was jeans and t-shirts, not skirts and semi-revealing shirts. With a sigh, I gave up trying and made my way down the stairs to get my shoes on. I slipped on a pair of plain black high heels, grabbed my keys and headed for the door. But of course, was quickly interrupted.

"Well don't you look fancy. Going anywhere in particular?" My aunt suddenly said.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. The last thing I needed was a lecture about the things I was doing. "Just out with a friend Aunt Julie. I'll be back in a few hours, okay?"

"Ooh, a guy friend?" She wondered. Aunt Julie was a tiny woman, she was practically five foot nothing, a hundred pounds soaking wet and her super long brown hair hid any kind of figure she must have had. She always wore it down, but for the entire 16 years I had been alive, not once did I ever see a knot in it. Though it always did seem to stay the same length. And her friendly green eyes never lost their spark either. I rolled my eyes at her which made her chuckle. "Okay fine, you don't have to tell me. I know I'm not your Mom. But just be safe and be home by 10 please,"

With an agreeing grunt, I pulled open the door and was finally on my way. I had only been to Chubbie's once and it was the night Topanga, Cory, Shawn and I all hung out for the first time, yet I remembered how to get there like I had done so a thousand times before.
Chubbie's always seemed packed full of people, no matter what time of day it was. It wasn't really a surprise though. It was a great place. I took a deep breath, smoothed down my skirt and made my way in. I looked around for a few minutes to see if I could see Shawn anywhere and when I couldn't, I found a table closer to where the pool table was. Two older guys I was guess were in college at least were playing and would laugh each time the other missed. I hated that I was an impatient person. I drove myself nuts with it. Glancing at the clock, I noticed that it was six eleven; not too bad I suppose. Maybe Shawn was just running late. I kept trying to convince myself it was nothing more.

"Can I take your order, hon?" A voice suddenly came, interrupting my worrisome thoughts. Standing at my table was a tall girl with long curly brown hair. She was wearing what I was assuming was the 'official' Chubbie's uniform. Her one pieced outfit that stopped just above her knees, which was was mostly covered by a snow white apron, was a bubble gum pink and her name tag, which read Kara, was also white. She was wearing knee high stockings and black flats. She clicked her pen against her notepad as she chewed her gum quite loudly and waited for my response. I gave her a halfhearted smile.

"Um, I'll just get a soda for now I guess. I'm waiting for someone." I told her.

She nodded and quickly scribbled it down. "Coke, okay?"

"Coke's fine. Thank you." I nodded in return.

She finished scribbling it and then tilted her pen towards me. "One coke coming right up." And at that, she walked away to take some more orders.

I tapped my fingers on the table and looked around again. Still no sign of him. I watched as Kara made her way around the tables and then disappear behind the cash counter. I found myself to become pretty pathetic as I watched people and what they were doing' the fun they were having, only to try and kill time, to try and bury my concern. What was becoming of me? I wasn't sure, but I didn't like it. I hoped Shawn hurried up. I held grudges and if there was one thing I hated almost as much as being lied to, it was being stood up. This was the prime example of why I didn't date or go out on dates. Why ask someone out if you were just not going to show up? His cat better have died or something, as horrible as that sounded. I knew he'd probably never hear the end of it if he didn't show up. I glanced up at the clock again. Man, did I ever feel like a Mother waiting for her kid to get home from being out for the very first time by themselves. It was almost as if I was watching the clock like it was going out of style. Ugh. It was a little after six thirty at that point.

"One coke," Kara smiled placing the can and then a glass full off ice with a lemon wedge in it, in front of me. "Would you like anything else?"

I pulled them both close to me and shook my head. "No, I'm alright. Thank you."

Kara smiled but said nothing more and then headed to where she needed to go, a large platter that held at least three plates on top of it at hand. I let out another side, cracked my coke open and began to pour it inside the glass. I decided that if he didn't show up by the time I was done drinking it, I was going to leave. I felt so stupid. About half way through my drink, I heard a familiar voice not to far away from me. Looking up towards the stairs, I watched as Cory made his way down the stairs, Eric not to far behind him.

"Eric, for the last time. I am NOT going to wash your underwear. You're what, eighteen? Do it yourself, "
"Awh, come on Core, Mom's at work and I need something clean to wear," Eric whined. He was obviously teasing him, but Cory didn't see it that way. With a frustrated groan, he hopped off the last step and made his way over to the cashier, where a large man who was perspiring more grease then sweat stood, flipping through a magazine.

"Don't you have friends?" Cory wondered, digging out his wallet. "Where's Jason?"

"He's on his way now." Eric said. A girl then caught his eye. She was well endowed, had super long chestnut colored hair and was wearing clothing a little girl would probably be uncomfortable in. "'Til then, keep it cool little bro." And at that, Eric chased after her like she was a steak on a string and he was a starving lion. Rolling my eyes, I got out of my seat and made my way over to Cory. Eric was such a typical teenage guy.

"Hey Cory," I said shyly.

"Two cheeseburgers with a large side of fries please," Cory said, sliding the man a ten dollar bill. He then turned to me. After he realized who I was, he smiled. "Oh hey Sarah, what are you doing here? Did Topanga invite you?" He wondered warmly, looking around.

Running a hand through my hair, I nervously shifted. "Well no, I um, was supposed to be here on a date with Shawn," I paused when Cory raised his eyebrows at me with a smirk. "But he's an hour or so late. Um, I was just wondering if you had seen him?"

Cory's smirk slowly faded. He shook his head. "Nope, sorry Sarah; I haven't seen him since school."

"It's not your fault," I smiled. "Thanks. I'll see you at school tomorrow, okay?" He gave me a nod of approval and I gave him a friendly pat on the arm before heading back over to my table. I set the money I owed, plus a tip beside my nearly empty glass and made my way to the stairs. Half way up, I was nearly knocked back down. Gasping, I grabbed onto the railing and glared up at the person who had grabbed me to not only make sure I didn't fall backwards but to stabilize themselves as well. It didn't take me long to realize it was Jason; Eric's friend.

"Sorry!" He kind of laughed.

I continued to glare. "Don't you look before you run?"

Jason paused for a moment. "Not usually."

"I noticed."

"Have you seen Eric by any chance?"

"He's where the pool table is with some girl," I responded back, still slightly upset that he nearly made me land on my head.

"Thanks." And at that, he moved swiftly passed me but then stopped at the bottom and turned back towards me. "Hey, are you okay?"

I raised my eyebrow at him. Why did he care? Man, he was a weird boy. "I'm recovering from a near death experience, but I'm pretty sure I'll be okay," I retorted back sarcastically.

Jason laughed. "Okay miss attitude. It just seemed like something was bothering you, was all. I was just being the kind, caring gentleman that I am." He put his hand to his heart and raised his chin towards the ceiling as if he were in a poorly directed movie that hardly had any ratings, good ones at least. I couldn't help but smile.

"I'll make sure to let my heart know that the next time you give it an attack."

"Are you hitting on me?" He smirked.

I was slightly taken a back and scoffed at him. "You only wish, Marsden." He then furred his eyebrows at me and shot me a confused, how the hell did you know that? look. I giggled. "You're not the only one to do some research. See ya around." And at that, I made my up the remainder of the stairs and out of the restaurant.

I loved leaving people wondering. It almost made me feel all warm and tingly inside. It was dark and the wind had picked up a bit but it was nothing unbearable and definitely not something I wasn't used to. The winds Pittsburgh were really nasty sometimes. With a sigh, I made my way back home as slowly as I could. I was in a rotten mood and just wanted to be left alone. I thought maybe a detour would help, considering it would get me home a lot less sooner . I turned down a random street and kicked random stones or pop cans that just so happened to get in my way. I could remember being five years old and making it a contest with a friend to see who could kick the same stone for the longest without it straying off too far. Being as I was a klutz and had no balance or accuracy at all, I usually always lost. But I didn't care, it was well worth it just for a giggle. I continued to turn down random streets, not caring if I got lost or not. If worst came to worst, I'd just turn back the way I had come from, despite multiple turns and go from there. It was kind of eerie though; the sound of my heels clicking against the pavement, a random dog or two's barks and the sound of trash rolling every once in a while. It was relaxing however at the same time. I came to a dead stop when I reach an area that was bombarded with trailers. I assumed it was a trailer park. I knew for years that there was one in Philadelphia but I had never actually been to it or seen it. Awful rumors would emanate about it; about how awful the people that lived inside of them were. Trailer trash was a name that was often thrown around and I hated it. I was raised to be nonjudgmental and to believe that everyone deserved a chance. Never judge a book by it's cover hit very close to home at that moment. I shook my head. People were so cruel. Not everyone had been blessed with the privilege to live in huge suburban houses with large pools and a backyard that was probably bigger then my aunts house and then some. I truly didn't understand it.
I contemplated on wandering inside, just to see how different it was but quickly decided against it when I spotted Shawn walking across the gravel with two large garbage bags at hand. I frowned and ducked behind a tree. Thank God for not being the size of a humpback whale, I thought. I peered from behind it and watched him. I felt like such a creeper but I couldn't help it. What was he doing there? Maybe he was helping a friend.

"Shawn! Hurry up, you're gonna make your Father miss his game because you're taking so long," A soft voice echoed. He rolled his eyes and quickly made his way over to a set of large dumpsters and threw the bags inside.

"Yeah, yeah Mom. You do realize I was only blessed with two feet, right? Not my fault us Hunter's aren't mutated freaks!" Shawn then made his way back the way he came. and before I knew it, he was gone.

Shawn was a trailer park kid? Hm, you learn something new every day I suppose. It in no way made me think differently of him but it did slightly change my feelings on why he could have possibly stood me up for what was supposed to be our date. I wondered if he was ashamed of where he came from and didn't want me to know. Either that or he was just a complete butt hole and enjoyed hurtful reactions. I doubted it though. I convinced myself right then and there that there must have been a reasonable explanation. Looking around, I made sure no one had seen me and then quickly made my way out of the area. Lord only knew what would happen next if I stayed. I was bound to attract any kind of drama. As long as I remembered, it had always been that way. Within the half hour, I finally made my way back home.
My aunt was in living room, the television acting as white noise while she was engulfed by a book that looked longer then my homework text books. I rolled my eyes and shut the door behind me as I kicked my shoes messily off, not caring where or how they landed. I got about four steps up when she finally noticed.

"Sarah! How was your date?" She asked cheerily.

"I'm not sure. Fine on my end I suppose, my soda and I had a great time," I said very mono-toned.

My aunt frowned. "I'm sorry honey. At least I don't have to worry now though, right?" She asked, trying to be funny.

"You're not helping, Aunt Julie. I'm just going to go to bed. Goodnight."

Before she could speak again, I raced up the stairs and locked my door. I ripped my skirt off and flung it towards my closet. I knew then why I never wore the stupid things. Looking around, I settled on a pair of fuzzy pajama shorts and then collapsed on my bed. The day felt so dragged on, but I fell asleep hoping and praying the next day ahead of me would be a much better one. I wasn't sure if I could handle much more. The biggest thing I dreaded was the bound to happen confrontation with Shawn. I had no idea what I was going to say to him, or if I wanted to say anything at all. All I did know, was that I was very tired and that was the very last thing I wanted to think about.