Separated Lovers

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

(Cameron's POV)

I asked her out. I wanted to finally have a date with her. I wanted to finally have a date with Rachel. Rachel, my girlfriend.

I wanted to take her to the movies because she always loved movies. Plus, the premiere of Love Struck was showing tomorrow.

Love Struck was the last of the Love trilogy written by Danica Simpson. Danica Simpson was one of her favorite authors ever.

I knew that she idolized Danica Simpson and her writing style ever since I met her. When I met her, she had a Danica Simpson book in her hand.

And now that it was turned into a movie, I am sure that she would love to watch it.

I had to plan this properly. I had to make sure that it would go perfectly. I had to make sure that we would never forget this day for the years to come.

I went through my closet to find the outfit that I would wear tomorrow. While I was rumbling through it, Mom walked in my room carrying a basket of freshly washed clothes.

Hey dear, here's some clean clothes.

Thanks, mom.

Cameron, why are you rumbling through your closet? If you want some clean clothes, here. Don't ruin your closet.

No Mom, I'm not just looking for clean clothes, I'm looking for something to wear. Something handsome looking.

Oh, what's the occasion?

I'm going on a date tomorrow, with my girlfriend.

Cameron? You never told me you got a girlfriend.

Well, I'm telling you now.

Where are you taking her?

To the movies. So, are you gonna help me find an outfit or not?

Of course, dear. Of course I will help my son on his first date with his first girlfriend.

Mom, stop.

All right. What's her name, dear?

Rachel.

Oh! What a beautiful name. How 'bout this shirt?

Yeah, she'd like that.

I finally settled on a checkered red and white button-down shirt with some black pants.

I hope she likes this.

After all that, I still had a lot of energy left in me. I ate dinner with my family and took a quick shower.

I went to bed immediately after that. Tomorrow was a big day and I refuse to be sleepy tomorrow.

The Next Day...

I was excited to wake up today. Tonight was the time that I would have my first date with Rachel.

I texted her a message before going to work today,

Hey! Don't forget about our date tonight.

After a few minutes, she replied,

Why would I forget about it? See you later.

I smiled reading it,

See you later.

I went off to work after that. I guess the happiness shows on my face because Mrs. Butler asked me this question when she saw me,