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Dedicated to light-woods because of your votes to my stories and because of your really nice message that made my cheeks hurt (from the smiling). Thank you for the support!

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GONE - 35

I'm in the passenger seat of the car, with Diesel smiling and humming to himself.

What the hell has gotten into him?

Things haven't really been awkward after that kiss, it's just been swept under the carpet. I intend to bring it up though but after he tells me where we are going. Another cliché moment - I seem to attract them.

"Can you stop humming?" I huff, out of fake annoyance.

He hums louder while sneaking a glance at me.

"Urgh, tell me where we are going then." Well that plan failed.

"Nope." Hum. Hum hum hum hum hu-

"Oh my goodness! Diesel, you get a thrill when I get annoyed don't you?"

"Yup."

Great, one word replies.

"Just drive faster then." If I can't get him to spill the beans, then I might as well just try and get him to get where ever wherever we're off to.

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"You took me to an art museum?"

What type of date is that? I mean, yes some people like it, but I'm not those some people. I prefer to do something active or romantic.

"Yup, it's my favourite place. Now come on!" He grabs hold of my hand and drags me inside.

"This better be worth it." I mumble as I let him lead the way.

After looking at all the paintings, all the portraits and all the sculptures, Diesel dragged me to a giant wall filled with pen.

"Why are there scribbles everywhere? Is that even art?" I ask him as I turn to my right with my arms folded across my chest. Wait, where did he go?

"I'm over here, love!" he shouts from the other side. How did he get there so fast?

I trudge my way to him and when I reach, he stands behind me taking my hand and guiding it across the wall.

"This wall is where people write things that matter to them or that they want to come true." He whispers in my ear, sending shivers down my body.

"Like a wish." I whisper back.

"Like a wish."

He then points my hand at a particular point, where he wrote:

Be my girlfriend, Emma?

I gasp at the random question, because it's heartwarming that he'd do this for me. It's something he wants to come true. It's his wish. How can I say no to that?

I nod as I turn around and give him a kiss.

I didn't need to ask him about the one after our first date.

Museums mean a lot to me now.

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Author's Note: #DEMMA's second date! FEELS.

I am still writing the final chapters and I JUST AM SO EMOTIONAL RN. You'll understand when we come to that chapter. HINT: #LOMA or #EMLA. 

Okay, bye loves!