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six

natalie atkins
2:52PM
los angeles, california

as i begin to look through my wardrobe, i sigh, today is the day i have to go out on that stupid date with shawn, at one of my favorite places too, i hope he doesn't ruin the restaurant for me - it's been my favorite restaurant for about two months now.

according to my phone, i have about an hour before i have to leave so that we can meet up.

i was already showered, and my hair and makeup was done, it was just a matter of picking out an outfit, but what do i wear to a fake first date? do i go trendy? do i go comfortable? i have no idea, so i do the next best thing, text ally.

me
girl, i need your help, what do i wear to this date?

she replies almost instantly, oh i know she was definitely updating her shawn twitter.

ally
ooh how about those cute brown leather trousers you bought the other day? and put like a white crop top, some kind of thin jacket in case it gets cold and your air forces? there, sorted.

i smile, she should honestly be my personal stylist, she has an amazing fashion sense and knows my wardrobe inside out.

i pick out the clothes she suggested and put them on, "damn i look good!" i say to myself and smile, i then grab a brown crossbody, inside of it i put my phone, airpods incase hearing shawn's voice for god knows how long gets annoying, keys and money, i also put my lipgloss on my lips and throw it into my bag.

i check the time, 3:36PM, yikes i gotta run, this mexican place is a bit far out and not only that but i have to meet shawn like a couple blocks down in an alleyway to make sure i don't get spotted leaving my car by the paparazzi - it has to look like shawn picked me up for this date.

i manage to get to our meet up place just in time, shawn was there i could spot him in the corner of my eye as he stood next to his car, on his phone scrolling aimlessly waiting for me, i park in the alleyway next to his car and wave before i get out, he looked nice, he was wearing some black jeans and a black shirt, i also noticed his shoes, air forces, like me, at least i know he has style, that's good.

"hi" i mumble and he lifts his head up and scans me from head to toe, making me roll my eyes. really? the first thing he does is look at my outfit.

like you didn't do the same thing.

"cmon, hop in, let's get this over with." he says in a cold tone, i scoff, this is already going so well, gee.

shawn opens the door for me and i get inside his car and he drives off, we don't utter a single word to each other during the five minute drive, shawn parks close to the restaurant, well as close as he could, this road was always busy.

in the corner of my eye, i can see the paparazzi and i panic, this is still such a new thing for me and i don't usually go out so walking somewhere without a bodyguard, so this is kind of worrying, shawn looks over and raises his eyebrow, "you good?" he asks scanning my face and i nod my head, i'm not going to tell him i might have a panic attack, i'm not insane, plus it's not like he's going to care anyways.