Eternity With You

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I came back to the booth and was met by an abandoned table. My orbs gazed around the four walls before I located him by the jukebox. I marched right past him, and I didn't even notice. It made me think about the times I must have done that in the past.

Banks strode over, a little pep in his step from the music. Then, the two of us were standing over the booth waiting to see who would sit down first. "You should," we recited at the same time like two dorks. He slid into the booth first, deciding so we wouldn't continue getting awkward stares from Meryl. I followed suit and commenced cutting my waffle with a knife and fork.

"Daya, you don't know this about me but I have severe window seat trauma. May I get my spot back, please?" He batted his eyelashes and it was about the cutest thing I had ever seen.

"Thy whom sittest down first gets thy window seat," I said with an old-timey accent. "So, we're facing fears together," my natural voice came back loaded with hilarity.

I clasped his knee as he stuffed his face with hash browns. "I know we haven't known each other for long, but it feels like I've spent an eternity with you by my side."

"I mean it in an endearing way, not like I want us to be buried together," I proceeded when he didn't respond.

Next, it was his turn to almost choke on his food. "I assumed you didn't mean it like that." He gulped, "I feel the same. I don't feel this way about everyone I meet. We just connected." Banks said the last sentence with his mouth full again. "I forget I don't know that much about you," he burped.

"Yeah, I like learning about you, though," I stated before I took a swig of his coffee.

It seared down my throat and had a bitter aftertaste, "Is that what being a man tastes like?"

He stroked my shoulder, "Being a man is slightly hotter." I tittered over the throbbing feeling in my throat.

"I wish we could have met sooner." I held his hand. Being myself felt so natural. In the preceding months, I was lonely and isolated. Most of it was my own fault, but Banks... he made everything better.

"Well, we could've but you," his finger connected with my nose for a second, "were very much off-limits."

I asked with my mind crowded with confusion. "What does that mean?"

"Your brother... you know I was friends with him for a little while. When I was going on a bit of a rampage. He told me to stay the fuck away from you. I think those were his exact words actually," his eyes were looking down at our hands.

"He had no right!" I spoke loudly, gaining the attention of the other customers.

He sniffed roughly, "You dodged a bullet, really. Plus, if we had met back then we wouldn't have this today."

"Why would he do that? Why would anyone have to be off-limits?" After the initial wave of annoyance at my brother died down I acknowledged the deeper issue.

His lips were as straight as lines on the highway. "It wasn't just you, some of Brian's cousins, Piper's older sister. And I told you that I knew your brother."

"You asked if I was his sister! You didn't say that he hates you and doesn't want me anywhere near you! Why?" I repeated since he dodged my question.

"I've already told you. I was out of control and nothing mattered to me besides making myself feel complete, even if it was at the expense of others. You wouldn't have liked me back then anyway," he declared knowingly. No matter how much I found out about him it always felt like I never knew the full story.

"I need to ask you something. You keep alluding to this event that happened to you or something you did. Whatever made you go crazy... made you act that way," I clarified.

To continue, I stated, "You said yesterday when you were talking about Liv that something happened with you and your friends that made you fall out and that's why you were at the party alone. Now you're telling me that my brother thought you were so far gone that I shouldn't be around you. What happened, Banks?"

He shrugged his shoulder as if it would just go away. "It's not really a Waffle House type conversation, Daya."

"Please," my voice was raspy and I simply needed to know.

"I remember the day when he told me that, the day I first noticed you. You walked by, you looked at him kinda weird. I commented on you, a stupid comment that I shouldn't have made and I'm so sorry for. Dennis, he grabbed me and shoved me against the locker." I jumped at that revelation.

"Dennis told me to stay the fuck away from his sister and that if I ever even looked at you again he would kill my ass. It's not like I'm scared of your brother, but I thought it was just one girl. If it was that big of a deal to him then I'd stay away," he sniffed again as if thinking about that time could bring out tears.

I wanted to bang my head against the table, to do anything that would make him answer. "Why didn't you?"

He huffed as if the answer was obvious. "You walked up to me. You sat at my lunch table. You looked me right in the eyes when that kid walked up behind you. I wanted to protect you... from someone who could've been just like me."

"Banks, I wasn't lying when I said that your past doesn't matter to me. I just want to know the truth. Be honest with me," I was begging at that point as I leaned into the side of his face.

"I'm sorry, Day," the tears in his eyes were becoming more apparent.

"That's not enough. So many people are warning me about you and I'm choosing to ignore all of that for you. Now my own brother has an issue with you. This isn't okay, Banks. I... I just need a minute," I protested as I stumbled my way out of the booth.

Banks smoothed my hand with his fingertips and pleaded, "Please! Sit back down."

"Sometimes you make it so easy to believe what everyone says about you." My lip quivered as I jerked my hand away and hastened towards the Waffle House bathroom. It was surprisingly clean and decent-looking, not that it was significant. I required a place to settle that he wasn't brooding in.

Fury had rooted itself in the depths of my soul. I was frightened that anger would spew out of me in the wrong direction. I might've said something I would've regretted later.

There was something wrong with me, there had to be. What was I thinking,  being out all night with a guy I barely knew? Everyone had something negative to say about him, including my own brother.

Every time I spoke to Banks I got one question answered and a million more plopped into my mind. What could he have said about me that made Dennis want him dead? Was I making a huge mistake just to prove a point?

Gripping the side of the sink, I took all those thoughts into perspective. At times he could be frustrating to the point that I could rip my hair out. On the other hand, I recognized so much in him that my heart wouldn't let him be disregarded.

Sulking in the bathroom wasn't fitting any longer, so I opened the door to be immediately welcomed by him. "Before you say anything, Meryl thinks I'm making a huge mistake by loitering in front of the girl's bathroom door for you. But, I think it's a charming gesture that you would appreciate. So, who's right?"

Leaning against the entryway, I replied, "As tempting as it may have been, you probably should've listened to Meryl. She seems like a seasoned professional when it comes to teenage drama," I joked with a stout heart.

"Meryl also suggested that our food will get cold if we don't sit down. Maybe we should listen to that advice," he stretched his palm out as an invitation.

With skepticism, I took his hand and he guided us back to the booth. "Daya, I have a past. If someone tells you that I've done or said something, nine out of ten times I probably did. But, I'm trying to be better. I'll tell you everything. Just please, don't make me talk about it right now." He kissed my forehead, but that wasn't enough.

"Fine," I let it go for that moment, but he was going to tell me. Even if I had to do something drastic.

He requested in a lighter tone. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, but I don't promise that I'll actually answer," I half-joked through my dejected guise.

"Is this like our first date or something?" He smiled a goofy smile that he thought would make me feel a little better.

"Sure, if you want our first date to be at a Waffle House." I laughed through my words. Seemingly, he attained his goal.

He laughed, "Waffles are your favorite breakfast food and we're together having a good time. Despite my past rearing its ugly head, I'm enjoying our time together. Sounds like a good first date to me."

Hesitation flew over me before I said, "I would like it to be. The hypothetical second date is going to have to blow me out of the water though."

"What do you want to do for this 'hypothetical' second date then?" He used finger quotes over the word hypothetical.

"Maybe we could go back to the lighthouse. Your brothers could make our food and we could picnic out there and just talk surrounded by rushing water. Is that too much?" I got transported elsewhere in the mysterious sea that was his eyes.

He put his greasy palm on my cheek, "It sounds like a dream."

"You officially have to take me home now. My mom is blowing my phone up," I acknowledged.

He looked over my shoulder as we exited the Waffle House less festive than when we stepped in. "What is she saying?"

"Come home as soon as possible. You had me worried sick. The kind of messages that make your child feel extremely guilty." I shoved my phone into his letterman jacket pocket.

"Those are the best kind," he said before I narrowed my eyes at him.

He opened the truck door for me and closed it after I got inside. "She's going to tell me how disappointed she is with me. What if she sees right through me?" I pouted as he opened the truck door on his side.

"I'd be more worried that she'll see right through the makeup," he joked.

"I'm not laughing," I said seriously. Lying may have been an easy task for him, but it wasn't for me.

He sighed, "You will be fine. Piper will back up whatever you say." He cranked the vehicle up and sought to soothe my mind, but it didn't work.

"Am I supposed to pretend that this is Piper's truck?" We headed down the road towards my house.

"I can drop you off a house down," he said as I nodded.

"I'm sorry. My mom is going through so much right now, and I don't want her to worry about me, that's why I'm a bit cranky" I played with the hair on the back of his neck.

"I understand." He paused, "Are you going to tell them about your dad?"

Leaning over, I laid my head on his shoulder. "I have to."

I groaned into his shoulder, "If she starts talking about where you were last night, start talking about your dad."

"That's a good distraction. I just wish this didn't have to end," he squeezed my leg.

"It doesn't. We can hang out later today when I get off work." I had this sudden urge to kiss him but he was driving and I didn't want to die.

I lifted my head, "My mom is going to want me to stay home with her today. To make sure I'm okay, emotionally and physically," I paused.

"God, I never thought I'd see the day that we would worry about my dad physically hurting one of us." It was still unbelievable to me, but I did just find out earlier in the week. I needed more time to adjust to all the new situations in my life.

I could see the wheels turning in his mind, "We both got serious daddy issues," he seethed.

"But we also have each other now." I looked past him and out to the trees we passed by. Everything turned quiet beside the sounds of the car. My head pressed back against his shoulder, and I slipped my hand under his shirt in contempt.

*In the next chapters we have big confrontations coming. I'm so excited for y'all to read it.

I know the last few have been very Banks heavy, so how do you guys feel about that?

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