The Boyfriend Bet (LDS Fiction) Read Online Free
Author: Rebecca Lynn Clayson
a guy, but for some reason I kept freezing up... probably because of the pressure of the bet. Plus, Patrick was good-looking. I didn't want to screw it up.
"So, I guess this is the part where you're supposed to ask me twenty questions to learn about what I do, who I am, where I work, and what I'm studying in school, right?" I've met enough guys to know that there’s a standard set of questions that they ask in the beginning.
"You’re right, those types of questions are the common way to get to know someone," he replied. "But, I'm not a common type of guy. I have just one question to ask you right now. I once heard someone say: with love, there are no rules... do you agree or disagree?"
I pondered the question for a moment, wondering if he was trying to drop a hint with the statement. My ears started to burn a little bit, and I felt as though he could read my mind.
Maybe he knew about my bet? Why else would he be asking that question? So far in my experience, if love has rules, I haven’t been told them and no one else seems to be following them either.
"I agree," I said firmly. "I've dated enough guys to know that sometimes love is like a rollercoaster, and there's no predicting what will happen. All is fair in love and war, right?"
"Good point! I've heard that's especially true at the country swing dancing nights at Club NVO. The girl-to-guy ratio there is definitely in the dude's favor, and some of those girls get pretty territorial. For some of them, two dances in a row and you’re going steady and not supposed to look or talk to any other girls. I'm not complaining though," he assured.
Club NVO was a local dance hall where many of the college students went to dance in the evenings. It was an 18+ club that didn't serve alcohol, which made it the perfect place to hang out without getting into too much trouble. The owners of the dance hall were smart to build an alcohol-free club, because members of the Mormon faith follow a set of health guidelines known as the "Word of Wisdom." One of the guidelines is to refrain from drinking alcohol.
As a member of the church, I made the decision to not drink, although it didn't offend me to spend time around other people who were drinking as long as they respected my choice to not participate. But, I was appreciative that there was a no-alcohol dance club in the area, because I could dance without having to worry about getting a drink spilled on me and going home smelling like alcohol.
At the dance hall, they played different music each night of the week and Thursday nights were the country swing nights. I enjoyed swing dancing there, it was a great way to get out of the house and get some exercise. Many of my childhood years were spent in dance class, and I found that dancing as an adult was a great stress reliever for me. It was also a great place to meet with friends and make new friends.
"Ooooh, I love swing dancing. I'm usually there two or three times a month, but I don't think that I've seen you on the dance floor before."
"This past Thursday night was my first time going. It's different than the clubs that I used to go to in California , but it was fun." Patrick stood up and reached for my empty plate so that he could throw it away. "It looks like they just pulled out the ice cream, would you like some?"
"Ice cream sounds great, thanks!"
"Do you guys want some as well?" he asked his roommates who had also finished eating by this time.
"Nah, I’m good. I want to catch the game on TV, so I’m gonna head home," stated Sean. "Bruce, you wanna give me a ride, or are you gonna hang around for a while?"
"I’m ready when you are. I’ve got a history paper due Wednesday that I haven't even started yet."
"Okay. Shara, it was nice to meet you. Maybe we’ll see you around campus sometime. Patrick, I’ll see you later." Both Sean and Bruce picked up their blanket and the guitar and headed toward the vehicles.
"Burke, you want any ice cream?" asked Patrick.
"No,
"So, I guess this is the part where you're supposed to ask me twenty questions to learn about what I do, who I am, where I work, and what I'm studying in school, right?" I've met enough guys to know that there’s a standard set of questions that they ask in the beginning.
"You’re right, those types of questions are the common way to get to know someone," he replied. "But, I'm not a common type of guy. I have just one question to ask you right now. I once heard someone say: with love, there are no rules... do you agree or disagree?"
I pondered the question for a moment, wondering if he was trying to drop a hint with the statement. My ears started to burn a little bit, and I felt as though he could read my mind.
Maybe he knew about my bet? Why else would he be asking that question? So far in my experience, if love has rules, I haven’t been told them and no one else seems to be following them either.
"I agree," I said firmly. "I've dated enough guys to know that sometimes love is like a rollercoaster, and there's no predicting what will happen. All is fair in love and war, right?"
"Good point! I've heard that's especially true at the country swing dancing nights at Club NVO. The girl-to-guy ratio there is definitely in the dude's favor, and some of those girls get pretty territorial. For some of them, two dances in a row and you’re going steady and not supposed to look or talk to any other girls. I'm not complaining though," he assured.
Club NVO was a local dance hall where many of the college students went to dance in the evenings. It was an 18+ club that didn't serve alcohol, which made it the perfect place to hang out without getting into too much trouble. The owners of the dance hall were smart to build an alcohol-free club, because members of the Mormon faith follow a set of health guidelines known as the "Word of Wisdom." One of the guidelines is to refrain from drinking alcohol.
As a member of the church, I made the decision to not drink, although it didn't offend me to spend time around other people who were drinking as long as they respected my choice to not participate. But, I was appreciative that there was a no-alcohol dance club in the area, because I could dance without having to worry about getting a drink spilled on me and going home smelling like alcohol.
At the dance hall, they played different music each night of the week and Thursday nights were the country swing nights. I enjoyed swing dancing there, it was a great way to get out of the house and get some exercise. Many of my childhood years were spent in dance class, and I found that dancing as an adult was a great stress reliever for me. It was also a great place to meet with friends and make new friends.
"Ooooh, I love swing dancing. I'm usually there two or three times a month, but I don't think that I've seen you on the dance floor before."
"This past Thursday night was my first time going. It's different than the clubs that I used to go to in California , but it was fun." Patrick stood up and reached for my empty plate so that he could throw it away. "It looks like they just pulled out the ice cream, would you like some?"
"Ice cream sounds great, thanks!"
"Do you guys want some as well?" he asked his roommates who had also finished eating by this time.
"Nah, I’m good. I want to catch the game on TV, so I’m gonna head home," stated Sean. "Bruce, you wanna give me a ride, or are you gonna hang around for a while?"
"I’m ready when you are. I’ve got a history paper due Wednesday that I haven't even started yet."
"Okay. Shara, it was nice to meet you. Maybe we’ll see you around campus sometime. Patrick, I’ll see you later." Both Sean and Bruce picked up their blanket and the guitar and headed toward the vehicles.
"Burke, you want any ice cream?" asked Patrick.
"No,
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