Datowl fanfiction
WARNING: I’ve never made one of these but I think you’re a really cool person so I thought why the heck not and now I’m writing this.
The Perfect Date
Saturday. Today is the day.
I worry with what is going to come today. My nerves tingle and I’m feeling light-headed, even though I just woke up.
Is this normal? I think to myself as I pull myself out of bed knowing that I should probably go and take a shower. I mean I don’t want to smell bad on my first date, that’d be super gross. So I get up and take a shower only to find there’s about an ounce of soap left in the bottle.
Great, just what I needed, a bad start to the day. Let’s just hope this luck doesn’t continue. It absolutely CANNOT continue.
But I pull through. I mean it’s one little mishap, this can’t possibly mean the whole day is gonna be bad.
I finish up in the shower and jump out wrapping my little towel wrap around my head and a normal one around myself and waltz back to my room.
Now comes the hard part: what I’m going to wear. I know it sounds crazy but I want to impress Nolan, and I doubt I can do that in some sweatpants and a hoodie. I tear through my closet constantly checking the weather. It’s supposed to be a high of 82 today, so not terribly hot but I would’ve been nice if it were cooler.
I narrow it down to three outfits: high rise short and a crop top, a pair of leggings and an angel’s jersey, and my favorite flowery sundress. While it’s hard to choose, I go with the sundress, simply because I love sundresses and because it matches my high-tops quite nicely. My high-tops are kind of my signature thing, so I wasn’t about to leave the house without them.
My alarm on my phone starts blaring. It’s 11:45 and I still haven’t done my hair.
Gosh dang it. I think to myself. Why am I so bad at time management?
So suddenly I’m down to two choices: put it up of let the waves and soft curls figure themselves out. I hear the doorbell sing it’s little bird song and footsteps go toward the door.
Welp I guess it’s not much of a choice now, wave and curls it is I guess.
I grab my little purse with all my essentials: phone, spending money (even though I probably won’t use it, but you know just in case), extra chap stick, glasses cleaner, a couple of ponytail holders, you know the usual stuff, and I sprint to the front hall.
It was the UPS guy. The first and ONLY UPS guy I have ever seen come to the house before noon. So immediately I sprint back to my room once again to at least try to blow dry the, still wet, mess of hair I have on top of my head.
About 10 minutes go by and my hair is finally dry with some pretty natural waves and curls. I’ve grown accustomed to them. If you can’t beat them then join them right?
Finally confident with my hair, I strut out of the bathroom and go into the living room.
And what do I find on the couch? Nolan.
“Hey!” he says, “I’ve been waiting for about ten minutes, um, I got these for you.”
He hands me a small bouquet of purple flowers, my favorite color of course, and I stand there shell-shocked. He walked in behind the UPS guy. He saw me run back to my room. I am mortified to say the least.
“Thank you,” I manage to say out loud, “I’m sorry, um, did you see me run back to my room by chance, because –“
He stop me short, “Oh yea, don’t worry about it. I understand it takes time to get ready.”
