We grabbed Brooklyn's car from the car park and hopped in.
He turned on the radio and we sang and laughed the whole way home. He handed me my American Apparel bag as he dropped me outside my front door. It started to rain and bit as he kissed me goodbye and went home. I went inside and out of the rain.
I ran up to my room to try on my new clothes, i burst into my room smiling, but the smile faded as me eyes fell upon my mum sitting on my bed. It dawned upon me that I hadn't actually seen her for a few days. I gave her a hug and sat down next to her."Hey" i said a bit awkwardly.
My mum and I had been really close for a long time. She told me everything and i told her everything.
"Who was that?" she said, hardly containing her excitement.
"This boy called Brooklyn." i said, deliberately avoiding the surname Beckham.
"He looks very nice," Mum said smiling. "He looks really familiar though."
i couldn't hold it in. "He's Brooklyn Beckham." i blurted out.
"As in, son of David and Victoria Beckham?!" she screeched, probably waking up my moody 12 year old sister.
"maaaayyybeee." i grinned. "Look what he bought me!" i said, pulling out the top and skirt and laying them out on the bed.
she gasped "Freya they're beautiful!" she said, almost as exited as me. But then she started thinking.
"What?" i asked. She did this a lot.
"I'm more than happy for you to hang out with him Freya, he seems to have really looked after you today, but you just have to promise me you're not just doing this for publicity or something."
"Of Course i'm not!" i replied, "Plus i only found out who he was today," i smiled, replaying the whole of today in my mind.
"Okay," smiled my mum. "I'll let you get dressed."
I was so glad she was happy. Her opinion was the only one that really mattered to me.
I tried on the skirt and top and just as i was going to put the bag beside my bed i got a text: 'Read the note in the bag- xoxo Brooklyn'
I rapidly pulled out the bag and held it upside down and shook it. A small, pink piece of paper floated out, and even before it got the chance to hit the floor i had scooped it up in my hands and started to read it.
'wear this to our date next week, there's no way my parents won't love you if you're wearing that xx I'll pick you up at 7:30 on Saturday x'
So now i was meeting the Beckham family.
"muuuuuummmyyy!" i screamed as i ran down the stairs laughing and shaking at the same time.
