Me and Marcus

Chapter 5

I thought the date would be the perfect opportunity to wear my new dress. I mean, it was my first REAL date. I never actually have been in a committed relationship, as embarrassing as it sounds.

I mean their were a few boys who I spoke to but they were close friends, so
it wouldn't really count. My depression just took over me so bad I rarely talked at school. I thought not talking wasn't really a bad thing because I could stay away from drama and fake people, but I was wrong. People called me mute, attention whore, slut. I know right? Why would they call me a slut? Because I have a condition that doesn't only affect my body but my brain too?

Anyways, boys just didn't talk to me because they simply believed I wouldn't respond. As if they knew my life. They thought they knew all about me and my facts and how I don't talk around people or, whatever.

But now, depression has left my body. Not so easily though. 4 years I fought it. Maybe more but those 4 years were my toughest. Blades. Pills. Tears. Fears. It was crazy. It took so long to get it all away from me. But eventually I was able to push it all away.

Now thinking about it, my depression hasn't really left, I just managed to get the worse of it out of my blood.

After sitting and thinking for so long I snapped into reality and whipped my head to the clock to find I had 2 hours to get ready!

I jumped up and ran to the bathroom where I threw on my dress that did indeed look perfect on my body.

Next, I straightened my hair and threw on a pair of navy blue earrings to go with my dress.

Finally, I applied some makeup which actually took longer than expected. I might have went all out. What if Marcus wasn't used to seeing me with makeup? What if he liked my natural face?

I started calming myself down before I had an anxiety attack or something. Before I knew it I head a knock on my front door.

I quickly apply my lipgloss and jog to my door and open it to find a handsome man holding a rose dressed in a fancy tuxedo, also known as Marcus.

"W-wow. You look....stunning," he says with a cheeky smile and I blush like crazy. "Now come on, our reservation is in 10 minutes." He says holding out his hand which I take in mine.

As we walk to his car I look down at our hands that are now intertwined. I start to picture what it would be like if me and him really were together. I'm starting to think Marcus could be the one. The one to have my heart and hold it. I don't know. Remember, this is my first date.

Marcus opens the passenger door for me and I step into his black Audi which is playing pop hits on the radio. I watch as Marcus goes around to the other side of the car and steps in.

"Ready, my lovely lady?" He asked with a cheeky smile. I widen my eyes, but not too big that he would notice. I nod and is still amazed at how he said 'my'. Almost as if I was his girl. The one who had his heart. If I could describe myself right now, it would probably be the emoji with the heart eyes. 

After a quiet drive making small talk here and there, we arrive at our destination. I look and see that it is a expensive looking place restaurant called, "Mistral". I look at Marcus who is looking at me.

"You can afford this?" I ask him with wide eyes.

"Well, for you I would pay anything" he says with a wink and I smile a huge grin on my face, probably looking as red as a ripe tomato.

We stroll into the restaurant and I glance around and see couples seated all around the dining area.

"Hi, how many?" A lady ask with a French accent.

"Just two." Marcus replied and told her our reservations. I smile as she leads us to our table. There is a candle, utensils, a vase with roses, and menus. My stomach is twisting and turning with thoughts of fear and excitement.

Please let this be the start of something.

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