Good Clean Fun
I came downstairs to greet my date. Michael opened the door and Davy walked in. He was dressed in black trousers with a deep green shirt. He had a tan jacket on with a little black hat. His face was all aglow when he saw me.
"Cari," he paused, "you look smashing!"
I was blushing. I said, "Thank you, Davy. You look very nice as well."
He handed me a single red rose. "This is for you," he said with a huge smile.
Michael had a grin from ear-to-ear on his face, so did Phyllis. I felt as though I was home. My father and mother had done this same thing to the guy who first took me out when I was 16.
I smelled the rose and softly said, "Thank you." I gave him an innocent smile. This action made him smile even more--if that was possible.
In a voice that made him sound like my grandfather, Michael said, "You have back here by twelve, you young whippersnapper!"
"Ok, Mike. I will," Davy said as we walked out the door.
"'Night, Mom. 'Night, Dad," I said as I was turning.
Davy had a 1964 Mustang convertible. It was Candy Apple Red. "Wow! Where did you get this?" I asked as he took my arm and led me down the walk.
"Oh, I bought it with the money I made when I was on Broadway," he said.
"You were on Broadway?" I asked as he opened the door for me.
He shut the door and went around the back of the car and came around the side and opened his door. "Yeah, I was the Artful Dodger in 'Oliver!'," he said.
"You were in Oliver!? I saw that in New York City," I said with a surprise.
He started the car up and we drove along to Peter's house where he was waiting with his date. Davy and I talked so much. We laughed at the thought that we were at the same place at the same time once. He asked me what kind of music I liked and of course I said The Beatles. I felt really comfortable with him, not like I did when I first met him at the studio.
"How old are you, Cari?" He asked as we were pulling into Peter's driveway.
"I'm seventeen, and you?" I asked.
"I'm almost twenty," he said.
"Is the age difference a problem?" I asked with a concerned look on my face.
"No, it's just that I didn't know. Mike said that you were a little younger than me, but he didn't say how much younger," he said with a smile.
"Oh," I said with a sigh. I was taken back with that sigh. Fifteen minutes earlier, I was thinking about Micky--nothing but Micky--but now, I couldn't take my eyes off Davy. He had the warmest brown eyes and the most inviting smile.
He got and opened the door for me. I had my shawl and purse in my left hand and was holding my rose in my left. But I was trying to switch hands and dropped my purse. We both bent down to get it and came up at the same time looking into one another's eyes. We just stood there for awhile and he was about to kiss me when Peter opened the door.
"Hey you two!" He shouted. "Are ya gonna come in?"
I was so embarrassed, but Davy was mad. He wasn't mad at Peter, just Peter's rotten timing. We went in and met Peter's date. Her name was Leah Elliott. She was a cute, short girl with sandy blond hair. She was very shy. She talked to Peter most of the time.
I asked where we were going, and Peter told me to a nightclub for some dancing.
"Uh...hold on! I'm seventeen. They're not going to let me in!" I said.
"Well, yeah, you're seventeen. But with this you'll be 21," he said confidently.
It was a fake i.d. He had taken a picture of me on the first day of shooting and used it to make this fake i.d. "No one in their right mind is going to believe that I'm 21, Peter!" I said disgusted.
"Yes they will, if you play it cool," he said.
He handed out one to each of us. Davy's said he was 21 also. Davy could pass for 21, Peter, and Leah, too. But me? I've been told that I look like I'm 15!!! There's no way I was going to get into that nightclub.
We left Peter's house and got into his beat-up old Ford. Davy and I sat in the back far apart from one another. I looked over and smiled and said, "You know, I don't have cooties."
He moved over a little closer and I whispered to him, "If I don't get into this nightclub, what are you going to do?"
"Well, I'm going with you. We'll take a taxi back to here and get my car and go out," he said.
I was so relieved! He was a total gentleman. But what I didn't understand was why did he act like a total jerk when I first met him.
We pulled up to the nightclub and a valet parked Peter's car. I was really nervous about this and almost chickened-out, but Davy had hold of my arm and wouldn't let me move an inch. Peter and Leah went through with no problem. I handed my i.d. to the bouncer, he looked at it and said, "Ok gorgeous! Go right on it!" I was so dumbfounded that Davy had to push me into the doorway. He gave his i.d. to the guard and was cleared too.
The band was playing "Twist and Shout"-- the Beatles version. "Would you like to dance?" Davy asked.
I nodded my head vigorously. He took my hand and I thought I'd lose my breath. He led me to the dance floor and we started dancing. We danced for five songs straight when I suggested that we sit down and rest. Peter and Leah were making out at a table, but still insisted that we join them.
"See," Peter shouted over the music," I told you that you'd be fine!"
"Yeah, I'm glad that I came," saying that while smiling at Davy.
We ordered some food and ate very slowly. We talked about books, music, and politics. Peter had some views similiar to Michael's. He was so fascinating, but not fascinating in the way I had found Michael or Micky. He was just interesting to talk to--that is when he wasn't nibbling on Leah's neck!
It was about nine-thirty and Peter wanted to leave. But, the band started to play "And I Love Her." I screamed, "I love this song! Can we please stay for just this song?" Peter agreed and Davy asked me to dance. My heart leaped up into my throat. He tooked me by the hand and I followed him to the dance floor. He put his arms around my waist and I hestantly put my arms around his neck. We just stood there and looked into one another's eyes through the whole song and just when the song was almost over, he leaned toward me about to kiss me when Peter came up and said, "We're leaving."
So Davy took me by the arm and led me to the car. We got in and he sat closer to me this time without having to be told. I asked where we were going next and Peter said with a smile, "To the beach." I hadn't been to the beach yet. It had only been a few short days since arriving in California, but before I came, the beach was #1 on my list of places to go. I guess I had been distracted by other scenery.
We got out of the car and Peter and Leah headed off to some little secluded spot. As if there wasn't a secluded spot on the beach at night! Anyways, Davy took me hand and we walked down the beach. "You know," I said, "this is real nice. I've never seen the Pacific before."
"Me either," he said quietly.
"I haven't seen a lot of things. I've never been anywhere but New York before now," I said.
He hung his head down and didn't say a thing. He had a terrible look on his face. "Davy ," I said, "what's wrong?" He stopped walking.
"I don't know why you even agreed to go out with me," he said.
"Why do you say that?" I asked.
"Well, because of the way that I treated you on the set that day. I've been thinking about it ever since," he said.
I knew what he meant, but I wanted to hear it from him. "What do you mean?" I asked curiously.
"I acted as if you were nothing but a piece of meat. I acted like a total, if you'll pardon the expression, arse! I mean I was so taken back by you. I mean, your eyes, they're so blue. And your hair, it's as black as the night. I've never seen that before. I was so lost in you that I let my emotions speak before my mind got a chance to. I'm really sorry. I hope that you can forgive me," he said as he brought my hand up.
I've heard lots of apologies and let me tell you--most of them were insincere. But this was the most sincere one I'd ever heard. "Yes, Davy, I forgive you," I said as I smiled reassuredly at him. We started walking again. We didn't say anything; we were just holding hands. We came upon a tiny pink seashell and he bent over and took it.
"Here, it matches your dress," he said as he gave it to me.
"Thanks," I said.
I put the shell upto my ear and said, "Here, you can still here the ocean even though it's so little." I put the shell upto his ear and he said excitedly, "Yeah!! You can." I looked at him and he looked at me. He put his arms around my waist and I put my arms around his neck. He pulled me closer and........
You didn't think I was gonna leave off there...did you? Of course not, I couldn't do that to my faithful readers...... read on...
He pulled me closer and he kissed me. I didn't know who I was or where I was the moment his lips touched mine. All I knew was that I was being kissed like I had never been before. It was sweet, yet passionate and the same time. We kissed for what seemed like an eternity before Peter walked up brushing sand out of his hair saying, "Come on you lovebirds. Let's go." We broke our kiss and Davy took me by the hand and we started walking back to the car.
"Peter," Davy said, "Man, you're gonna have to work on your timing!"
We all laughed loudly as we got to the car.