Sugar had got off work early, a blessing really. Somehow in between the time it took to get from Jesse’s studio to their apartment, she had landed a bowling session with the cute new Irish guy across the hall. It wasn’t a date, it wasn’t. they’d only known each other a few days, but she couldn’t help but think he was very cute. With his bright blue eyes, adorably pathetic charm and sexy accent, Sugar couldn’t help but want to get to know him. She slipped out of her smart work clothes, and pull on a pair of denim shorts and plaid t-shirts. While plaid made most women look like lesbians, Sugar thought she looked good. She added a pair of a sneakers, not bothering with fancy shoes as she’d end up wearing clown, sorry, bowling shoes.
She wasn’t at all sure why she’d chosen bowling for them to do, but thankfully he went for it, so it was okay. Sugar quickly redid her make up, telling herself it was because a real lady never went out without looking perfect, but really it was because she wanted to look good for him. She left Jesse a note, filled up Angel’s food bowl and gave her a stroke before heading to the door. Sugar had told him she’d meet him there, and she didn’t want to be late. Ruffling her hair, and unbuttoning one of the buttons on her shirt, she grinned at her reflection. Perfect.
When I have a kid, (which will not be for a very long time because I plan on having written many famous books before then.) I’m going to call it Stacy. So I can be Stacy’s mom. Her boy friends will want to come over after school. And I will have it going on.
Am I clever or what?
We’ve been on one date, I’m not sure it’s possible. I mean, I really like him but yeah..
Rory laughed at her bacon comment, nodding. “Oh yeah, there was a surplus of bacon at the Flanagan house, but I always grew attached to the pigs so I could never bring myself to eat it,” he admitted whole heatedly, still laughing. The two of them were polar opposites, but the way they got along, and the chemistry they had was simply amazing and something Rory could never explain.
“I like your rambling, its cute,” he said honestly with a small shrug. “I want to know as much information about you as possible, considering you’re easily the most interesting person in New York City, maybe even the entire world,” he added in with a small smile.
When Sugar ordered the same, his smile was bright and he involuntarily laughed. “Well thank god, if you odered a salad I would have felt terrible,” he said smiling at her. Man, fate (or Kurt) was a great thing. Who would’ve known that the perfect girl was right across the hall? “So, tell me some of your favorite things?” he suggested as he unraveled a napkin and set it on his lap. “Favorite food, candy, colour, movie, you know, the usual,” he added in with a smirk.
”I’m not sure I can agree with that when I’m sitting opposite the most interesting person in New York.” Sugar said honestly, a small smile playing on her lips. She couldn’t seem to rid her self of her smile tonight. ”And definitely not the whole world. I’m sure there’s some big adventurer in some foreign country with lots of icky bugs crawling on him that has a lot more stories to tell than I do.” She added. ”I’d prefer to hear about you than them, though.” Her voice was sincerely, and she hoped her smile was too.
She nodded, taking a sip of wine. ”Okay. I don’t have a favourite food, unless cake counts.” She laughed, correcting herself. ”I don’t think anyones ever asked me what my favourite candy is before.” Sugar laughed. ”But it’s Red Vines, or anything with sugar. No pun intended.” She smirked slightly. Her name had always been a sort of joke, and even she had gotten to the stage where she kind of just teased herself about it. Who named their kid Sugar? ”Pink is my favourite colour. You’ll probably never really see me without pink, I’m always wearing at least a little bit of pink.” Sugar looked down at her outfit, ”Not tonight though, at least not visible pink.” She teased lightly, almost suggestive. ”My favourite movie is probably Sex and The City, or The Notebook. I’m a sucker for mushy things. I’m a hopeless romantic, really. I do like horror films too though. I’m weird.” Sugar admitted, and then smiled, bouncing in her chair slightly. ”And those were a few of my favourite things.” She said in a sing song voice, laughing. ”Now, same questions for you, go!”
“Prince of Ireland, prince of a potato farm, about the same thing,” he said laughing as he sipped his wine. It was nice to to tell someone about himself and actually know that they’re interested. People in New York.. weren’t exactly friendly, and since he moved into this apartment he started to feel significant once more.
He listened to Sugar talk about herself and he nodded along. The girl had gone through a lot of changes, and was glad that she knew they were for the better. Sugar wasn’t like most girls, she had humor, goals, and aspirations, not to mention self confidence to go with it. When she mentioned something about her family, Rory knew the exact feeling she was going through. “Telling my dad that I was going to New York was really tough,” he admitted. “He always wanted me to take the farm once he passed, but its just not me, you know? So, that definitely put a strain on our relationship.”
Rory had plans on continuing the conversation, but that was detoured thanks to a waiter coming their way. He used his usual friendliness and asked for a burger with fries, nothing fancy. He handed the waiter his menu and then waited for Sugar to order, so then they could continue their conversation.
Sugar laughed out loud at that. ”Well your majesty, was it just a potato farm or did you have animals? ‘Cause like, a major supply of bacon sounds like a really good childhood to me.” Better than hers anyway. It was funny, they were completely different yet she had never been more attracted to anybody. He was funny, and sweet.
”I kinda learned that you can’t let your parents live your life for you. I used to do that, and I wasted years just..being an idiot while they made all the decisions. My dad wanted me to help him out with his company, and he pretty much cut me off when I refused. I haven’t seen him since I got on the train to New York, our relationship is definitely strained too.” She bit her lip, not really sure why she was being so deep, she shook her head. ”Sorry, I’m being all Judge Judy-ish. I’m not really good at the whole date thing, I get too scared that I’m gonna mess up and I start to ramble. Feel free to just drown me out.” Sugar flushed a slight shade of pink. She really was no good at this thing. Especially when she actually like the guy, and wanted to see how far this thing could go. She didn’t want to ruin it by coming on too strong.
The waiter interrupted them and Sugar took a sip of her wine as he ordered. ”I’ll just have what he’s having.” She said, with a grin. She turned to Rory. ”Not all girls just like salad and water, you know.” She couldn’t keep the smile off her face.
“Your accent is adorable,” he interjected with a bright grin on his face. “I mean, yeah, my accent is sometimes hard to understand.. but I wouldn’t change it for the world,” he said with a small smile and nod.
“Yeah, I miss home terribly sometimes..” Rory explained, “I don’t really have enough money to visit them for Christmas and stuff, so the holidays can get super lonely,” he thought out loud with a small shrug, taking a sip of wine. “Mr. Flanagan would be my dad, so if you want to know more about him I could do that..” he teased, smiling over at Sugar. “Alright, about me. Lets see. I’m Rory James Flanagan the Second, 22 years old. I have two younger sisters, and my family owns a farm in Ireland. I’m… not the farm type, which is why I knew I had to leave. I went to NYU, studied hard, graduated at the top of my class. But of course, a Bachelor’s isn’t enough and I’m going to go back for my masters, and maybe in time, my doctrine.” He finally said, running out of anything else to say. “And what about you, Miss Motta?” he asked with a grin.
”You live in a building full of people now, you’ll never be lonely on holidays.” Sugar smiled softly. She let out a laugh when he mentioned his dad. ”The first date, and we’re already talking about families? Wow.” She said, playfully. Sugar listened to him talk, she loved hearing about other people. Maybe after her years of being so self absorbed she was making up for lost time? Who knows, but she found it fascinating. ”Rory James Flanagan the second? Are you like a prince in Ireland or something?” Sugar asked, amused. ”Wow, that’s really impressive.” She raised an eyebrow. ”A small kid, well not small because you’re actually really tall..” Sugar let out a little giggle. ”-from Ireland turned NYU graduate. That’s awesome. Although I’m not too sure what a doctrine is, it sounds awesome anyways.”
”Um..” She crinkled her nose, trying to think of something to say. ”Miss Motta is not very interesting, I can assure you.” She shrugged slightly. ”Okay. I’m Sugar Valentina Motta, the first.” Sugar added, grinning. ”I know, unfortunate name right? I’m 21, I’m an only child so I can’t imagine what growing up with two sisters would be like.. I grew, practically the complete opposite way to you. I was born in Albuquerque, to a pretty rich family. My dad is Al Motta, I don’t know if you’ve heard of him but he sells pianos and he’s pretty big in the music world. I kind of.. grew out of the rich party girl life style, and decided to try and do something with my life. You can only speak to the same people about the same thing - money, cars, fashion - for a certain amount of time.” Sugar rolled her eyes. ”My parents weren’t happy with me moving to New York, so we haven’t spoken since I left for NYU.” She wasn’t really sure why she told him that, she usually left that out of the story but for some reason she didn’t. There was something in his blue eyes that made her trust him. ”I took a few writing courses, and I got my English degree. You know that an I’m an aspiring author, and honestly that’s all I can think off to tell you.” Sugar stifled a laugh.
Rory had a small blush on his face when Sugar mentioned that Kurt thought they’d be perfect for each other. He smiled, and then nodded, “I came here when my family visited, and you’re absolutely right, an incredible mouth-gasm,” he said laughing, taking a sip of wine.
Okay, now Rory was in total blush mode, his cheeks noticeably red when she called his accent sexy. The lad enjoyed the fact that the girl was straight forward and didn’t beat around the bush. “I’ve been in America for a little over four years,” he said answering her question, trying to bury his nerves and butterflies. “I guess my stubbornness is the reason why it’s still so authentic and thick,” he explained with a small shrug and smile.
Sugar grinned at the fact she managed to make him blush. Could he get any more adorable? Kurt hadn’t been lying when she said he was cute. The girl was suddenly very happy that she had actually decided to go through with this date. There was no other way she’d rather spend her night than right here. ”Aw, you’re blushing!” She teased. ”Don’t be embarrassed, it totally is. I’d love to have a cool accent instead of having one that makes me sound like a total ditz.” Sugar admitted. Her accent made her sound silly, and people were always surprised when she told them she was a writer, and in fact, very smart.
”Four years, huh? You must miss home a lot.” She pondered. She hadn’t been home in four years, but home was just in the next city for her, not several thousand miles away. ”That’s good. You don’t want to loose it, it’s what makes you, you.” She said, smiling. ”So, tell me about yourself Mr Flanagan.” Sugar placed her chin on her hand and waited for him to talk.
As soon as Rory saw Sugar a huge smile spread across his face. “Hey there!” he said with a friendly wave, getting up from the table and pulling the chair open for her. She had on a dress that really flattered her, and Rory couldn’t help but admire how poise and well put together she was. In his mind, there was nothing better than a girl that had confidence and could carry herself well. He straightened out his jacket, wishing to himself that he would have dressed a little nicer. “So,” he said taking a seat and smiling at the girl across the table, “Have you been to Kurt’s restaurant before?” he asked. A few moments later a waiter arrived with a bottle of wine, pouring it for the two. “Oh, and also, I apologize if you can’t understand me,” he said with a small chuckle, knowing his accent was just about as thick as they got.
Sugar smiled gratefully when he pulled out the chair for her, ”You’re a true gentleman.” She said, sincerely as she sat down. ”You don’t see much chivalry nowadays.” It was nice, to be treated like a lady. She felt special.
”I have, yeah. I came here for lunch the other day, it was actually when he decided to set this date up for me- well, us. He thought we’d be perfect for each other.” She explained as the waiter brought their wine. ”Have you? If not, then just know the food is amazing and get ready for a total mouth-gasm.” She giggled, taking a sip of wine. Sugar silently reminded herself not to get tipsy.
She laughed lightly when he mentioned his accent, shaking her head. ”I can understand you just fine. Your accent is adorable, and very..sexy.” Always the forward one, Sugar told it like it was. ”How long have you been in America? I mean..you’re accent is still pretty strong, I was just wondering.”