𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄, pedri gonzález

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙭𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙬𝙤, olive

❝ nothing lasts forever, but this is getting good now. ❞
⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

I don't think I ever stressed this much for a stupid, simple date. But, this time, it's completely different.

We both have no idea what we're doing. We're just having fun. And I really, really like him. I can't remember the last time I actually liked a guy.

I even pulled out a dress for this. I don't know where we're going. He hasn't told me, he just said 'dress nice'.

And usually I'd have the queen of fashion right beside me helping me, but she's too busy with my brother at this moment.

And since she's the queen of fashion, I'm wearing one of her dresses, that she designed. It's a sky mini dress.

It starts out with a white line at first and then it's all blue. It's a really cute summer dress. And a bow in my hair that comes with the dress, it's exact same color.

I put on Isa's Steve Madden faux white croc heeled mule sandals. I should really start wearing my own stuff, but it's not my fault the woman has great taste.

I'm curling my hair right now. When I hear the doorbell ring. I'm basically done, I just have some more touch ups to do.

"Pedri, can you get that!?" I yell from my bathroom to his room. And don't worry, my voice is loud enough so he'd hear even if he's all the way across the hall.

I don't hear a respond back but the doorbell rings again. I groan. I put the curler down and head downstairs.

Walking down, I curse him lowly. Who's it going to be anyway? Annoyed, I open the door. To my surprise, I see Pedri.

I raise an eyebrow. "What are you doing?" I ask, wanting to kill him for interrupting my preparations but he looks way too hot right now.

"I'm here to pick you up for our date." He answers, standing in his black suit, a bouquet in his hands. I'm literally dying inside. Did he just get me flowers?

"You live here idiot." I point out, trying my hardest not to blush and control my urge to kiss him right at this moment.

"Shh. Let me make a grand gesture. I'm taking Pablo's advice." He says in a hushed tone. I grin ear to ear, watching his adorable face stand before me.

"Well, I'm not ready yet. Give me ten minutes." I tell him. "But please come in, make yourself at home." I open the door more widely, welcoming him in his own house.

"Thank you." He nods, walking in. "These are for you." He hands me out the flowers, giving me this kind of killer look with his eyes.

I definitely blush now. "How'd you know they were my favorites?" I ask, referring to the white tulips with an edge of light blue he's giving me. They're matching with my dress.

"A man never reveals his secrets." He answers, following me behind as I head to the kitchen to put the flowers in some water.

I roll my eyes playfully. "I think it's 'a magician never reveals his secrets.'" I correct, looking behind at him for a second.

"Tomato tomâto." He answers representing the idea that two different things are essentially the same, despite minor differences.