Andrew Siwicki Imagines

The One With the First Date - 82

Written on September 27th, 2021.

*Y/n's pov*
First dates. A slightly nervous time for most people who go on them. I've been on quite a few dates, and more than a few first dates, many of which ended horribly and I never saw them again, or if I did see them it was in a grocery store at an awkward time like 3am when I'm getting weird shit that I'm craving. We don't like those times. Other times it did go well but we didn't fit to be anything more than those couple dates, which is fine. But today, I'm going on a date with someone who I know very well, probably too well. My friend Andrew. Now the thing with this is, that we may or may not have been hooking up for the last 3 months under absolutely all of our friends noses. Not that we didn't want to tell them... okay that's exactly the thing there actually. We've been having a lot of fun and when we get to be alone it's really cool, we can do that and not have to worry about anything because our friends and family all think we're just friends... I think. And it was alright for the first couple months until we both basically just admitted that we had feelings for each other during while stuff was happening. And now we're here. Saturday. July 15th. To say I'm anxious would be an understatement, I'm constantly thinking about if this gets ruined what the fuck will happen then? We just stop talking or being friends? We have like a million mutual friends. It would be awkward. Anyways. I'm going to stop thinking out loud and actually get ready for said date since it's quite literally in a few hours. He said "dress nice" with a winky face in a text earlier so I'm assuming fancy but I'm quite honestly not sure. At this point in time I decide to call Garrett to take up time while I do my makeup and let my hair air dry. I pick up my phone and open it then tap on the phone app and click on Garrett's name. It takes a few seconds but he picks up. "Hey tiny" "hi" "you look anxious" "I am. I'm shaking." "Why's that?" I look at him for a few seconds before he goes to look at his calendar to see the date. His eyes widen. "There you are." "I forgot that it was the 15th." I laughed. "Uh huh" "what's making you nervous? You guys go out all the time." "The fear of it not working out and having to awkwardly schedule things with you guys around each other" "I promise you that won't happen" "you don't know that" "it won't." "K well I'm still scared." He sighed. I picked up my concealer and put a few dots under both my eyes, on my chin and under my cheekbones. Then blended them with my sponge. "What do you think he's wearing?" "I'm guessing adidas sweats and either a sweater or crewneck" "he's not always casual y/n. Maybe he'll wear something else" I gave him a look and he laughed "okay he'll probably wear that but he rocks it so why the hell not." "No seriously he looks so fucking good all the time it makes me angry." "And you think it won't work out. You both say the same things about each other." I looked at him after I finished blending in my contour and blush (both crème products) "what-" "he says the same thing about you on FaceTime when he's working or watching tv. We talk about you all the time" "GET THE FUCK OUT- NO YOU DON'T-" "yeah" I covered my mouth "what the fuck" "he also had the same reaction when I told him the same thing the other day. Mirror images of each other." "Oh, Jesus Christ." "Would you stop quoting Shameless and continue getting ready. I wanna help you pick an outfit" "I'm so glad I have you." He smiled and I continued putting powder on my face. Garrett continued talking about how his day was and how he saw 'the cutest dog' when he went to chipotle earlier while I finished up my makeup. I went with my normal every day look because I still had no idea what the ever living shit we were doing or where we were going. Obviously no strip lashes because I have eyelash extensions, but brows, lips, highlighter. You know? The norm. I got off my bathroom counter and plugged in my straightener then walked over to my closet and set my phone down, turned towards the section of my closet that had most of my 'fancier' things hanging. "Ahem" I looked back at my phone and he continued, "I know what you're wearing." I knitted my eyebrows together and he pointed towards three dresses that were bunched together. I looked beside me and tried to figure out which one he was pointing to until he finally told me 'the champagne coloured slip dress' after like 5 minutes. "You could've just used your mouth to tell me that Garrett." "Yeah but where's the fun in that." "Uh huh." I went into my room and changed into that (along with a matching white lace set underneath. Not that anything would happen tonight just looks nice..) and went back into my closet to grab my phone. "Andrew's going to pass out when he sees you." "I think the fuck not" "I think the fuck so." "No" "stop arguing and do your damn hair" "fine." I set my phone down back where it was previously and picked up my straightener, curling my hair with it. "How do you do that-" "I honestly don't know it's kinda hard. Kylee taught me a while ago" he laughed and I continued curling my hair until all of it was done then brushed it out with a comb and sprayed it with hair spray. I unplugged my straightener and left it on the countertop then picked up my phone and went back into my closet to pick shoes. I set my phone on one of the shelves and had Garrett help me pick them. "Are we thinking heels?" "Well he's almost a foot taller than me so yeah" "right! I forgot" I laughed "which ones then" "I feel like white ones would look better with the colour that you're wearing ..." I picked up two pairs of heels, one of them were sandals that had ties on them that go up quite a bit and the other ones were sandals that had a strap at the ankle. He pointed at the first ones and I put them on and tied them at the ankle because I feel like they look better that way. I was about to stand back up from putting the other ones away when I got a text from Andrew saying "almost here you ready? ;)" my eyes widened and Garrett noticed "almost at your house I assume?" "Yeah I'm shitting myself. I hate this feeling." "Have you peed yet?" "SHIT NO-" I put myself on mute and left him in the closet while I went into my bathroom and did so. After I was done I washed my hands and dried them then went back to my closet and grabbed my phone. I went into my room and put a few rings on and my necklace that I always wear then put deodorant on and sprayed perfume. I got the 'pulling into the driveway' text and bit my lip slightly from being anxious. "Okay well I'm going to go, send Kylee a fit check before you go because she just texted me to remind you." "FUCK ME. I'M SCARED GARRETT." "I know, calm down a bit you'll be okay" he said and smiled. "I gave him a slight smile then it dropped when I saw his car in my driveway. "He's here isn't he?" "Mhm" "have funnnn I love youuu" "I love you too even though you didn't help with my anxiety" "ha ha. Bye" "bye Garr" he ended the phone call and I quickly went on Snapchat and sent kylee a 'fit check' then went downstairs (with my small bag). I got a "I'd fuck" snap back from kylee and I laughed as I was coming out the door and locking it. I put my keys in my bag along with my phone and walked towards his car, he was leaning on it. "Mmmm yep you look great. I knew it." "Garrett helped me." "Is that why you're shaking?" "No I'm shaking because I'm nervous. He made it worse." "I'm not that scary" "you're intimidating" "uh huh." He put his hand on my waist while he opened the door for me and I sat down. He closed the door then walked over to the drivers side and got in then closed the door himself and started the car. "YOU AREN'T WEARING SWEATS-" I said looking at the dress shirt and pants he was wearing. "I don't always wear them" "you do. It's either adidas sweats or nothing." "You aren't wrong.." I smirked and he started driving out of my driveway and towards the place he planned on taking me. He moved one of his hands to the top of the wheel and the other one on my thigh. I looked over at him then noticed that his shirt was unbuttoned the perfect amount making him look like a fucking model. I bit the inside of my cheek and got my phone out of my bag. I started texting Garrett to rave about how hot Andrew was when I got another Snapchat notification from Kylee. While he looked to the side I took a sneak photo of him and said "bro please help he looks so good" replying to her "how's it goinggggg" she replied and I clicked on it while I spoke again "where are we going?" He looked over at me "you'll see" "Andrew what the fuck" "hm?" "You're being too casual it's scaring me." "Aren't I always?" "No your body language is more calm than normal and you aren't doing that cute knuckle crack thing that you do all the time" "okay Ms. profiler. I'm not anxious that's why I'm calm" "damn we really switched huh?" He laughed "yeah". I looked back down at my phone and read her reply "no offence completely here towards you, but he's so hot." I smirked slightly and sent her a reply "trust me. I know." She sent me her last reply with her smirking and I laughed slightly" Andrew scared me slightly by speaking "are you two done talking about me?" My eyes widened slightly as I turned to look at him, slowly putting my phone back in my bag in the process. "Uh... we weren't" "right" "you really want to know what we said?" "I saw what you said" "you- aren't you like blind?" "No I just need glasses for when I'm working on my laptop for long periods of time." "Ah" "think I look hot do you?" I closed my eyes and smiled slightly "yeah" "you are too." He grabbed my hand and held it then continued driving.