A Match Made in Hell

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"What, you're asking me out on a date?" He chuckles over the phone, I can practically hear him smiling, yet his question freaks me out and makes me think I asked something wrong.

"I don't know, maybe." I said nervously, swallowing the fat lump in my throat. "Do you think I'm rushing this?"

"That's how dates are. You meet someone, you asked them to go out with you. I don't think it's too early." He admits, his voice quietening down. "I'd love to go out with you."

"That's a yes?"

"I said I'd love to go out with you, Nicholas. What do you think that means?" He lets out a laugh, mocking me.

"I don't know, just thought I'd make sure." I smile to myself. I like his laugh, it's contagious. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah, you will. It's settled." he said happily, his laughter dying down. "Goodnight, nick. It was nice talking to you."

"Night." I scratch the back of my neck, a bright blush finding its way all over my face. "Thank you, I truly appreciate that."

"Hm? For what?"

"For wanting to, you know, hangout." I mentally slapped myself for saying that.

"It's a pleasure." He giggled. "I should be thanking you."

"You're so welcome." I let out a sigh of relief. "Goodnight." I hung up without letting him respond and dragged my two hands down my face with a loud groan.

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I pulled over near his house and pulled out my phone, making sure I didn't look bad, though I had huge bags under my eyes.

Im here
17:21

Im coming!
17:22

"Hi!" I heard him yell enthusiastically from a distance, I turned towards him, and oh dear god, I was stunned.

I wasn't expecting any worse from this boy, but he looked so so fucking gorgeous to the point where I couldn't describe it.

An oversized dress shirt with a black tie hanging messily around his shoulders. Not that he didn't fix it, I used to know someone who dressed like this. I think it's a great style.

He was wearing a long, black leather jacket which was also too big for him, with flared black pants. I couldn't exactly tell from the distance, but I think he was wearing a bit of smudged eyeliner under his eyes, and it matched the outfit beautifully.

He opened the passenger seat door and stepped in "hi." He said with a smile, putting his seat belt on.

"hey." I said back quietly, looking at him up and down, trying to memorize the details about him. He suddenly looked me in the eyes and I immediately looked away, biting my lip. I cursed under my breath to myself when I realised I was staring for too long.

Jesus, Nicholas, get your shit together.

"You're adorable." He giggles, shaking his head at me. My cheeks heat up. I don't know how he managed to embarrass me this fast.

he giggled and I could tell he was smiling. I knew that smile. The sweet, warm, friendly smile. A way of showing someone that everything is okay. That nothing is wrong. That you are safe. That you shouldn't be so nervous. "It's okay, I was kidding. you can stare as long as you want, I really don't care."