I sat in the car and waited anxiously for Charles to get in his side. What do I say? What do I do? I don’t want to just sit here in awkward silence…

Charles got in and started up the sky blue Chevrolet Impala it roared to life, as much as I didn’t know about cars I did know about Impalas I loved them! The sound of the engine was like music to my ears at least Charles had good taste in cars.

That’s it there is something we can talk about… “I love your car.” I say somewhat excitedly. He looks at me raising his eyebrows in confusion and surprise “What” I chuckle a bit. “Oh nothing… it’s just that most girls don’t even care about cars.” He glances quickly at me but then back to the driveway which we were just about to exit. “I must admit I don’t know much about cars but I absolutely adore Impalas.” I gently rub my hand against the dashboard in admiration of the beauty. “You’re joking…me too.” He smiles and glances at me quickly again before training his eyes back on the road.

“So where are we going?” I ask curiously not looking at him but out the windscreen watching the black asphalt disappear beneath the car. “It’s a surprise.” He says and I think I see him smile. I was happy with that because I loved surprises but then again I had only just met Charles could I trust him… I hadn’t even thought about that before I just hopped in his car without telling anybody. Argh I could be so stupid sometimes!

I think Charles could see worry on my face because he asked “Are you ok?” I hesitate but say “Yeah I’m fine.” I lie and force a smile on my face.  

The rest of the car ride is quiet and I try to keep myself calm just telling myself I was being stupid and not to think so much. We eventually arrive at an old church I had driven past many times but never gone in only ever admired from the outside.

The exterior was built of blue stone brick that gave it a grand old look, there was a splendid oak wood double door entrance at the front.  There was one tall steeple at the top that seemed to sit off from the hall type looking part of the building, colourful stained glass window decorated the outside in all different shapes and sizes. It almost looked like a castle and I always wondered what it would look like on the inside.

“It’s beautiful.” I say gently still staring at its beauty. “I’m glad because…not that I want to push the matter but…I thought maybe this is where we could get married.” His blue eyes look up at me as he rubs the back of his neck. I had to admit it seemed like Charles had good taste in things “That would be wonderful.” I say above barely a whisper. His grins from ear to ear “Would you like to see inside.” He asks me taking out a set of keys from his jacket pocket. I almost jump up and down in excitement but compose myself and calmly reply “Yes please.” with a slight smile. “How do you have the keys? If you don’t mind me asking?” he shakes his head and smiles putting the keys in the lock. “My Uncle is the pastor here.” He explains. “Oh.” Is all I could say I didn’t know many pastors and for some weird reason it was strange to think of them having families but I guess most people did.

He swung open one of the doors and I gasped once again at the sight that lay before me. It was the most magnificent interior I had ever seen in my life, there rows upon rows off cherry wood bench seats that were lined with red velvet material for the cushions. The walls were a dull white but contrasted perfectly with the rainbow stain glassed windows that were spread around the walls. The carpet was a luxurious deep red colour that matched the chairs and up the very back was a massive organ that scaled the entire back looked as if it was made of gold.

“Oh Charles its beautiful.” I say. “Charlie.” I am confused by what he says “What?” “I prefer to be called Charlie.” He explains. I nod my head slowly “Ok sure…Charlie.” And I crack a smile.

After wondering around the church for a little bit Charles uh I mean Charlie suggested we should go home and I nod in agreement. I walk back down to the car while Charlie locks up having to turn of lights and things. As I wait outside the car I hear a loud group of people approaching and I snap my head up to see who it is but it was just a bunch of hoodlums all wearing black leather jackets except for one who wore a red one.

As he walked past our eyes met and we shared one long moment of just gazing at each other before both smiling at one of another. It was strange normally I had no time for hoodlums but he seemed different, there was something captivating about him by just the look of him and the way he walked and presented himself, confident but not so much that it came off cocky.

 I was the first one to look away from our moment and stare at the ground trying to reason with myself.

 He’s a hood, a good for nothing hood, just another greaser, pay no attention to him Elise!

But then I felt something grab my wrist and I snapped my head up to see him standing there… “What do you think you are doing?” I snap at him and yank my wrist away but he just smirks and asks “What’s your name?” his voice was dreamy and his looks were even better especially his eyes. “Elise…Elise Greenhaven.” I say in a state of bewilderment. “Elise that’s just beautiful.” He syas and then goes to walk away which frustrates me how come he could know my name but I couldn’t know his. I grab his arm “And what’s your name?” he just smiles “James….James Dean.” He replies. “James…that’s nice.” I say mocking him. He chuckles and goes to walk away “Wait.” I call out “Will I ever see you again?” he smiles once again “Of course sweetheart.”  And then turns and continues to walk away.

I am snapped out of my daze by Charles. “Elise are you ready to go?” he asks me. “oh yes.” I respond still dazed thinking about James…James Dean and trying to recall every feature of him. From his hair to his jacket, the remainder of the ride home was quiet because I couldn't help but think about the hood, but it felt wrong now to just call him a hood.

Charles pulled up out the front of my home I snapped out of my daze long enough to thank him politley and let him walk me to the door where he unfourtnatley awkwardly kissed me on the cheek. I walked inside and hurried up to my room where I fell on the bed sighing loudly.

I wanted to be with James right now I wanted to see him again and get to know him...WAIT NO! I can't! he is a hood and I am engaged I shouldn't be fraternizing with other men especially not hoods! But I could just tell he wasn't a hood and I had to see him again...maybe if I did I would find out things about him that I didn't like and I would be able to get him off my mind.

Yes that's what I will do....first thing tomorrow I am going to track him down and...and....track him down? No...yes...just not in a stalkery way I will have to come up with some sort of excuse but for now I need to eat something.

A/N
Hey guys so I will upload some pictures of the church ⛪. Also some of James Dean so those who don't know what he looks like can see but I can't do it in the one chapter so I am going to spread it over a few wordless chapters hope you enjoy :)