Somewhere, Australia //A.I

Chapter 16: Will Smith

FIRST DATE ! WHOO I'm excited. Be sure to leave me comments on what you'd like to see happen! ENJOY LOVELIES!
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Sydney's POV

By 7:15 I was beautiful. And the important thing was, I really felt that way deep in my bones. Sure some days my self-confidence was higher than others, but this was different.

I felt like the prettiest flower in the bunch. With perfectly round, even petals that all sit at the perfect angle. Usually, I'm the first one to wither, and you throw it away. But not today.

When August first handed me the clothes I was not a happy camper. But I put them on, and I saw what she saw.

I'm wearing a maroon dress that cinches at the waist and flares out to a full skirt. One look in the mirror and I was sold. It hit my curves in the right spots, whereas everything else I wear seems to accentuate the not-so-lovely curves of my stomach. The black tights underneath slim down my enormous thighs. So I actually don't look like someone on the verge of plus sized clothing.

August does up my makeup, shaming me for letting my freckles hide. She highlights my hazel eyes with white eyeliner and some mascara. Finishing off with a little bronzing powder to reduce my snowball complexion, she completes the look. We decide to leave my shoulder length locks alone.

"Ready?" She asks as she hands me a small black purse filled only with essentials. I nod. "You look gorgeous." She squeezes my shoulders as I continually stare in the mirror.

"I didn't know I could ever feel this confident with my image." I do a twirl, letting the skirt fan out around me, brushing my arms. "Your the best friend a girl could have." I give her a quick hug.

"Ok, ok. Now shoo, you have a dinner date to get to." She swats the back of my dress and walks me out the door, handing me a light jacket on the way.
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I pull my keys out of the ignition and push the door handle open. Parked next to me is Ashton's car, without a druken Calum in the backseat.

Stepping up to the door, I can't help but admire the small noise my flats make against the pavement. My footsteps are reflective of my heartbeat in that they are quick, short, and wanting to get closer to Ashton.

I catch a glimpse of myself in the floor-length glass door as I enter. People say that the only definition of your beauty that matters is your own. But I was hoping beyond all hopes that Ahston thought I looked pretty.

Ashton sits at a table with his back to the door so he doesn't see me walk in. Standing by the 'Please Wait To Be Seated' sign a flag down a waiter. I point to Ashton's table and say, " I'm with him."

When I come up behind Ashton, he's checking his hair in the reflection of a spoon. "It looks fine." He jumps and drops the spoon on the table with a loud clank.

"Well, damn I might have just peed myself!" He clutches his chest and straightens the spoon, not yet even seeing me.

Finally getting up, he turns around and sees me. Eyes bugling, he checks me out from head to toe, very obviously. And I let him, basking in his reaction.

"You look...stunning." Although I was waiting for a compliment, I blush when he does so.

"Thank you. You don't look too bad yourself." I walk to the other side of the table to sit. Ashton scrambles to beat me there, and pulls the chair out for me to sit down.

"Why thank you kind sir." I smile while he heads back to his side and sits. "I really didn't peg you as the 'checking yourself out in spoon' type." He chuckles.

"Yeah....Not my finest hour."

"Excuse me Sir. Can I get you or this fine young lady something to drink?" The waiter interrupts us.

"I'll just take a water please." Ashton politely says

"I'll take a lemonade. Thank you." He walks away and leaves us to awkwardly smile at each other.

"Favorite color?" Ashton questions randomly.

While I ponder his question he stares at me thoughtfully. "Red." I pointedly say.

"Really? Well points for originality."

"What's that supposed to mean? Girls can like red. Not every girls favorite color is pink." Pouting at his semi-sexist comment I cross my arms over my chest.

"Fine, fair enough. You don't really seem like the pink type anyways. Red suites you."

"Suites me how?" I ask, intrigued by his response.

He tilts his head, squinting at me as if I was hard to see. " I don't know, but it does. Your turn."

"For what?"

"Ask me a random question. But it has to be a good one."

"Hmmm....let me think." Just then the waiter arrives back with our drinks. We simultaneously thank him before he leaves. "Ok, I got one. If you were a chair, what celebrity would you let sit on you and why?" I nibble on the edge of my straw while he considers his answer.

"Will Smith, simply because he's Will Smith."

"Really? Well, points for originality to you too."

"And what's that supposed to mean?" He crosses his arms, mimicking my earlier actions.

"Well most guys would say some hot girl, but you didn't."

"Are you calling Will ugly?!" He points a finger at me accusingly, then draws it back and slaps it against his forehead dramatically. "I'm deeply offended, on both my and Will's behalf. I can't even look at you!" He spins around in his chair so his back is to me.

Ashton is still turned around and I'm laughing like there's no tomorrow when the waiter comes back. "Have you two decided what you'd like to eat tonight?"

Ashton simply turns himself back around, looking a little embarrassed, and says, "We'll both take the chicken nuggets off the kids menu."

The waiter glares at us before a proudly smiling Ashton hands him the menus. Although he's clearly annoyed, he switches back to his icy waiter attitude and leaves our table. All the while I stare at Ashton like he's lost his mind.

"Chicken nuggets?"

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Sorry I had to cut it off there. But this chapter would've been eight million pages long if I hadn't stopped here. I promise that the next chapter will be the date. Love you guys!