#saigestevens

Admittedly, Dax hadn’t initially planned to ask Saige her address so he could pumpkin carve with her. But when he was at the store after a shift from work, he’d decided to text her with several pumpkin emojis and ask if she’d be down for it. He excitedly drove over following the address she’d given in a message, going over the speed limit as he did when he delivered pizzas. He didn’t usually plan cutesy like dates, so this would’ve actually been the first for him that wasn’t a complete misunderstanding. Upon arriving with a pumpkin under each of his arms, he flashed a smile greeting her with. “Hi, so like I don’t know how you usually go about carving your pumpkins, so I got a regular set, and a special one in case you wanted to do some sick 3D sculpting, I know you like art, so. Oh! I totally forgot. I got another in my car in case your mom wanted to join, I didn’t wanna leave anyone out.” 

Dax never liked to classify spending time with someone. A ‘date’ was usually something that was more of the unspoken likes and a broader meaning in order for him to feel or the other participant to feel comfortable, but in this instance, he defined exactly what it was to Saige when asking. After picking her up, he was almost jittery having spent half the day after his parents left for the night readying everything back at his house. He convinced himself it was just nerves, but really it felt more like a feeling he couldn’t keep contained. By the time he pulled up into his driveway, he’d stolen so many glances of her on the drive over, he was surprised they’d made it in once piece. “Before we go in, you gotta promise me you won’t laugh or judge me for anything I did.” He started as he placed the car in park, and pulled the keys out of the ignition.