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Bens pov:


As clara hung up the phone a huge sigh of relief washed over me as I started fist pumping the air when I heard a chuckle come from my door I turned around to see my mom. She was the only one that knew my little crush on clara she thought it was cute how im so childish about her but hey shes great so I cant complain about that.


"so what did she say ben?"


"did my fist pumps already tell you the answer"


"so did she say yes then"


"yeah she did"


"that's sweet so you better start getting ready if you want to impress her because you're leaving in 20 min."


"wait are you serous crap I lost track of time last time I checked I had an hour."


"time flys"

my mom started to walk away when she yelled...


"15 min!!"


I grabbed a grey short sleeve button down, some beige shorts and some white converse. I ran my hand through my hair about 3 times before running out onto my motorcycle and sped off in the direction of the dockside. When I got there I noticed that this parlor is where all of the hard core bikers and skateboarders hang out after school, this dose look like claras scene to hang out at. I parked my bike and sat down on the bench. Everyone heard a roar of an engine and directed their attention towards the noise. A black bike with red flames emerged and flew over the hill and had made a couple of doughnuts and then stopped. The crowd erupted in cheers while the biker took off his/her helmet revealing black curls and I recognised the person right away and lets just say she looks hot with all of that biker gear on. It was clara. She got a couple of guy whistles and made her way towards me. She placed her helmet on the bench and sat down.


"nice ride"


"thanks"


she smiled and looked at the booth where you get the ice cream,


"do you want to get a cone?"


"sure"


we both walked up to the booth and told the clerk what we wanted I got cookie dough and she got flaming drizzle. We both paid for our ice cream and sat back down.


"so..."


"so..."


"how come I make you nervous?"


come on ben don't say the truth...

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