"Stuck In The Friend-Zone Again and Again"

"Don't Be Shy"

Next morning I was bouncing off the walls. On an endless loop in my head was a reminder of my date: "date today date today date today! DATE TODAY!!!"

I dressed in my planned outfit and curled my hair and sprayed it with hair spray. I brought makeup to put on before we left as well as some remover, so I could wear it for the least amount of time possible at school.
I rather prided myself on being able to rub my eyes without looking like a raccoon on a daily basis.

I was up early from excitement, so I had some extra time to read and go through Twitter and Tumblr.
I scrolled through my mentions, seeing some hate that made me laugh.
An example: "@musiquedeparis doesn't deserve to be friends with the boys. If I kill her, can I take her place?"
It took everything in me not to tweet back something like: "*Tyler Oakley voice* That's problematic! Meaning: it might be slightly difficult to be friends with the boys while in jail for the murder of a 15 year old girl"
I resisted, which was painful, but then they would know I was online, and that's just a whole other issue.

After scrolling for a bit, I finally reached Luke's tweet of me from the day of the interview; the one of me in the chair.
"@musiquedeparis being even more excited about nothing than usual!"
I had tweeted back. "Appreciate the little things, Lucas. That's my motto."

I often got made fun of for getting excited over such weird things. Some examples:

•when one good song comes on right after the other on the radio
•when I put my sweat shirt on and the strings are the same length
•when I flip to the exact right page

After all this reminiscing, it was time for school. I was simultaneously feeling like I could run to school on pure adrenaline and like I could run to the bathroom and be sick. I ignored these mixed emotions and bounded out the door calling a goodbye to my mum. I stood outside with my earbuds in waiting for the bus to come and take me to Hell- I mean, school.

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After my first classes (Science and Math, ugh) I used the mirror in my locker to put on some mascara. Grace, who's locker was beside mine, eyed me with humour in her expression. "Excited?"
I capped the mascara and twisted it closed. "Noooooo," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
She held up her hands in mock-defence. "So sorry," she laughed.
"I'll see you later, yeah?" I said, grabbing my elephant print purse and closing my locker door.
"Don't get too crazy!" She called after me.
"Too late!" I shouted back, laughing.

I walked to the front door and stood rather awkwardly, staring at my shoes.
I mumbled Green Day lyrics to myself while waiting: "I walk the empty street, down the boulevard of broken dreams, where the city sleeps-"
I was interrupted by a voice from behind me: "and I'm the only one and I walk alone."
I turned around to see a grinning Jake wearing dark blue jeans and a light blue plaid button up.
"Have I mentioned I love it when guys wear plaid?" I giggled.
"Maybe one or twice," he smirked.
I laughed and he led me towards his car.
He even opened the car door for me ("Such a gentleman!" I laughed).

Once we were on our way I looked over at Jake. "So where are we going exactly?"
"I was thinking Panera since you've said you love that place?" He said, more like a question than an answer.
"Yusssss," I said excitedly. "Perks of really knowing the person you're taking on a date," I pointed out.
"Agreed," he said. "There is absolutely no need to be shy, you can just be open and honest."
I nodded assent.

We were at the restaurant in 10 minutes (we might have listened to some Green Day and All Time Low and even 5 Seconds of Summer and sung along; just maybe).
We got in there and ordered (2 broccoli cheese soups, a Chelsea bun for me and a double chocolate brownie for Jake). We then sat down at a couple of the bar seats so we could people watch, one of our favourite past times at work through the big windows.
After a few minutes, our food arrived and we dug in.
"Why does food have to taste so good?" I groaned. "If it didn't I wouldn't be so fat."
"You're not fat!" Jake protested.
"Strictly Bitch we don't play around, got game by the pound!" I sang/laughed back.
"I like the way you work it," he said back.
I just giggled.

After we were done, we quickly got up and left so we wouldn't be late, we both had English for our next period.
(Yeah yeah yeah he's a year older so we shouldn't have classes together but I do want to be a writer so not to brag but I'm kind of amazing at English.)
We drove back to school singing Nirvana and One Direction (quite the contrast I know), and were soon at the school doors.
"I would walk you to class but I need my books," Jake said regretfully.
"S'okay," I said easily. "It's my favourite class; I know where it is." I grinned.
"Then until the bell m'lady," Jake said all old-timee, bowing and kissing my hand. Butterflies exploded in my stomach and I blushed.
"The same to you, good sir," I smiled, turning around and walking into the school.

A/N: soooooo 165 reads asdfghjkl that's kind of amazing.
And so in other news Luke is flawless and yeah thanks for reading my story.