Get busy living or get busy dying

Inside his truck empty packs of cigarettes were scattered on the floor, in the back seat sat a pile of sketch books and sticky notes on papers covered with cartoon drawings next to a lock box and the center console was overflowing with CD's. When he turned the key, the speakers started to blast along with the engine. The Killers played on as he began to sing and I cocked my head to the side, listening intently. His voice was like both honey and hot sauce, sweet and hot and meant for you to always have around when you need it. A few songs later he turned it off and looked at me, raising his eyebrows. "what, you don't like it?" He asked. "No, no, I love it. It's just new and...different. I love The Killers and your voice is amazing." I told him and he blushed. "Oh, uh, thanks",he gushed and changed the CD. That time it was Rise Against and I started to sing along too until we pulled into the restaurant's parking lot. He walked around the car and opened the door for me. "There are two things a lady should never touch on a date: the door and the check." He said. "what if it's a date between two ladies?" I asked, raising my eyebrows and challenging him. He thought for a minute, rubbing his chin, looking cute. "Then I don't know. maybe they take turns." He answered, shrugging his shoulders, before taking my arm in his and heading into the building. "Reservation for two, under the name Way". He told the attendant, who led us to a candle lit table in the corner of the room. He ordered for both of us and, though I wasn't expecting it, didn't order any wine; we both drank pepsi. "would you mind if we asked for some wine?" I asked him, curious. He chuckled for a moment, then sighed. "It would be best if I stayed away from alcohol for a while, especially around you, and especially on our fist date; I'm hoping it's not our last as well. I hope you understand." He spoke quickly when he said this, like maybe if he said it fast enough, I'd let it go. And I did, for a while we didn't talk about it at all, though little things gave me hints about it. Alcohol was most definitely not his friend, it was quite the enemy to a few other people I knew as well. When we finished eating, he dropped me back off at my house, walked me to the door, his hand in mine, and kissed my cheek before he left. I could see his mile wide grin as he drove away, and could hear him singing about love with the windows down.

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