First Date (part II)

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Laura's pov
Before we head out, I look at Taylor who clearly has an idea.
"Okay, what?" I ask.
"Carry me." She orders.
"Wha-"
"Just do it, they are gonna wonder why we were so silent the past hour, let's just distract them with this" she explains.
"You're right, but why should I carry you and not the other way around?" I wonder.
"Fine I'll carry you come here" she gives up.
"No, okay I'll carry you, but like bridal style or ?" I ask, confused.
"I'm not gonna climb on your back, or have you craddle me!" She jokes.
"C'mere Schilling" I say, getting physically prepared to carry her.
"I thought it was Tay" she jokes, leaning towards me, as I first struggle to carry her but then get a hold of it.

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Taylor's pov
The next couple of hours, go by really slowly, as I struggle to find nicknames for Laura, since I over used babe and baby, and also having to go through all these hugs, kisses, and childish behaviour they'd expect from a couple at the beach.
We spent over an hour playing by the waves, knowing the cameras were always watching, we couldn't quit the act, then we just cuddled on the sand.

We head to the beach house, hand in hand, laughing and fooling around, passionately kissing every step along the way. Then, once we're in, we seperate as if a lightening struck between us two.
Few minutes later, the phone rings, we both look at each other in confusion, but Laura volunteers and answers:
"Hello?" she asks, hitting the speaker button.
"It's Lenny, great job babes, you girls are amazing! We are all so proud." He chants.
"So Lenny? Why exactly did you call?" I ask, suspicious about his real intentions.
"You caught me! I need you girls to spend the night there." He admits.
"SPEND THE NIGHT?" Laura screams.
I raise an eyebrow as to why she is against that certain idea?
"C'mon! It's all on us! We'll have your outfits for tomorrow delivered, and you'll find nightgowns in the dresser." He argues.
"Okay whatever." she caves, "but no candlelight dinner!" she says.
"Nothing, I'll just have a bottle of champagne and a bag delivered to your room, let the crowd imagine the rest" he chuckles.
We hang up, and head to the room to check out the nightgowns we were promised.

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