Luke
I was so nervous.
I've never been on a real date.
Much less with the most beautiful girl in all of Australia.
She makes me nervous.
Fuck, what if I fuck up? What if I say the wrong thing? What if she ends up hating me? Fuck.
Calm down, Lucas. You got this.
No, no, I don't got this.
I called Michael.
"What do you want?" He asked.
"What the fuck do I do?"
"Oh right, it's your date with Cam's twin." He laughed, "Just relax. Don't let conversation drop. Be nice, and uh.. compliment her."
"That's it?"
"That's it."
"Thanks Mike."
"I got you bro." Then he hung up.
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I breathed deeply, raising my fist to knock. I couldn't do it. My hand was shaking, my stomach was tied in knots, my palms were sweaty, my mouth was dry. What the fuck?
"Fucking knock, Luke." I whispered to myself, finally knocking three times. 17 seconds later she opened the door. Yes, I counted. I count when I'm nervous.
My mouth fell open when my eyes landed on her. She was breathtaking. The way her dress fit her curves perfectly, her long blonde hair now in loose ringlets. My breath hitched when she spoke.
"Hey." She smiled, her cheeks burning to a light red.
"Hi. You look.." I couldn't think of a word to describe how amazing she looked, "You're gorgeous."
Fuck, Luke, you could've thought of something better you piece of shit.
"Oh, thank you." She looked down, her face turning to a deeper red.
"Um, are you ready to go?" I chewed at my lip ring. She nodded, bringing her eyes back up to me before grabbing her phone and jacket.
Don't girls usually wear heals on dates?
