isabella's pov
i put my hairbrush down to pick up my phone, since it buzzed with a notification. i pushed my hair back out of my face and unlocked my phone.
message from: nate
hey, let's go to jamba juice today. do you want to meet there in half an hour? whatever time works for you.
i smiled excitedly and typed back a response.
message to: nate
yeah, sure! i'd love to, see you.
i locked my phone and put it into the charger so i could get ready while i charged. i slipped on a loose, black v-neck and dark ripped jeans. once i was ready, i walked out the door and into my car, with my phone.
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"hey, nate!" i smiled, as i sat on the stool next to him.
he took a sip of his drink and looked up at me, smiling.
"hey!"
"so, how are you?" he asked.
"i'm fine, thanks. what drink did you get?" i asked, accidentally changing the subject.
"oh, shit! i forgot to ask if you wanted something! sorry, if you want anything go ahead and just get it," nate said nervously, pulling out a ten dollar bill from his wallet.
"aw, that's so cute," i blushed.
i declined his offer since i already had breakfast, and we made some small talk.
"actually, bella, i have to tell you something. that's why i brought you here, so i could ask you this..."
i nodded and smiled at him, gesturing for him to go on.
i'm gonna do indirects in my next chapters authors note bc i've seen some people do them on here, but they're not gonna be rude ones sooo
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hair color // n.m
Fanfiction"why do you change your hair color so much?" "it really depends on how i feel, in a way it expresses my personality." story idea by cashidk; written by homiegilinsky cover by @iamnateslilmama
