Mrs All American // Luke Hemmings, 5SOS

Chapter 10 // Date

Kaya's POV:

I stood in front of my full-length mirror, checking my outfit one last time. A royal blue chiffon sleeveless dress ended at my knees, cinched at the waist with a thin gold belt. Lizzie had bought the dress for me as a Christmas present once, and I hadn't had chance to wear it yet. My old, black converse adorned my feet - gosh, I really needed new ones. I felt self-concious with my arms on show, but it would look suspicious if I covered them in the hot Australian summer. They're gonna find out sooner or later, I thought with a sigh.

I had put my tomato red hair in tight braids as I blow-dried and straightened it so it was soft and wavy. The vibrant colour of my ever-so-slightly frizzy waves matched that on my lips, contrasting the matte gold on my eyelids.

Was this a date? Mikey hadn't exactly specified, he'd just asked me to a fancy restaurant and- Oh, shit. That's a date. I was unsure if I liked him that way, surely a date would help me get to know him a little better and work that one out. Smoothing my hair one last time, I walked out of the door, clicking it shut behind me and locking it.

He was going to pick me up at 6:30, so I made my way outside. As I passed Luke's door, all I heard was silence. He had left my house before I woke up and he must've gone out. I didn't mind - I had enjoyed some me-time and anyway, I didn't own him. He was just a friend.

As the elevator dinged at the ground floor, the doors slid open and I stepped out, through the lobby and onto the sidewalk, earning a look of approval from the receptionist, Kiyo. She seemed nice, if not a little shy, and her short stature countered the shocking blue hair that stopped just at her shoulders. She seemed to be of Japanese descent, but I wouldn't like to guess.

I found a seat on the bench, and waited for Michael. He was already 5 minutes late, but I brushed it off, thinking he was on his way. But ten minutes later, I was still sat waiting, and I began to get worried. I pulled out my phone. Had I missed a text? Had he rescheduled? Nope. The last message from him was a cheesy joke he'd told me yesterday after he'd invited me out. So I texted him.

To: Mikeyy

Hey :) are you on your way? It's cool if you were busy, no worries.

A few moments later, a reply came through.

From: Mikeyy

???

To say I was confused would be an understatement; not to mention I was offended.

To: Mikeyy

The date you planned? Lol

From: Mikeyy

The one you called off last night? Lol

Right. That was it. I was so, totally baffled. I pressed the phone icon next to his name.

"Michael Gordon Clifford, what on earth are you talking about? I didn't cancel our date!" I huffed.

"Mmhmm. Check your messages." He snorted.

"I have- wait. Have you talked to Luke at all today?"

"No.. You?"

"Nope. Mikey, I think we got our culprit."

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"You do look lovely in that dress." Michael hummed, tapping his fingers on the back of the front seat to a Green Day song playing on the taxi radio. My window was rolled all the way down to let in the warm night breeze of the summer, but also to remove the pink tint on my cheeks.