I looked at my reflection in the mirror. Was it me only? The girl in the mirror was wearing the dress my friends forcefully brought for me. I made my hair into a loose bun and was wearing my new black stilettoes. I was going on a date. It was not my first one but I couldn't help feeling nervous about it.
The last couple of days were spent studying and watching movies. We even did a pizza party and then yesterday we had a pyjama party. Anne told me about the date yesterday and so here am I, ready to go, not even knowing whom my date was. I just knew where I had to go.
I went to the restaurant where I was supposed to go. I was already ten minutes late as come on, girls need their time! As I started ascending the steps to the restaurant, I noticed the following written on a sign-board just beside the door
Andrea Ambush------->>
Follow the directions
-Braden
Braden.Nice name.
I did as I was told. I went wherever the directions pointed and I found myself standing in front of a private table reserved for both of us. I saw Braden standing and arranging everything.
He was tall and muscular. He looked so handsome wearing his tuxedoes, with his brown hair. His face always wore a smile and I saw myself staring at him. He was a total gentleman.
He looked up as he saw me standing and brought out his hand to shake.
"Braden Steive." He spoke in his heavenly voice. "Nice to meet you, Andrea.And by the way you look stunning. And sexy."
I felt my cheeks getting warm at his comment. "Uhm..thanks. Nice to meet you too."
He pulled out a chair for me to sit and then himself took a seat. I felt myself very comfortable with him. Within moments, our phone numbers were exchanged and we talked a lot. I was surprised to know that I had actually spent four hours with him and it was not quarter to ten, and it was time to leave. Anybody would be surprised as his talks were so engaging and his sense of humour and wittiness, so lovable.
He took my hands in his and said before I got up to leave, "It was fun spending time with you, Andrea."
I looked at him directly into his brown eyes, "Me too. It has been my best date ever."
"Should I drop you home? I have my car parked outside." He asked, getting up.
Knowing it was late and I was tired, I replied smiling,"Sure."
We went to his car, hand-in-hand, and he opened the door of the car to let me in first, and I was smiling at his gestures. He was so nice and full of manners. He drove me towards my home while I instructed him the directions.
"Here you are," He said, stopping the car in front of my house.
"Thanks. I enjoyed a lot today with you," I said, getting out of the car, and smiling at him.
"I'll text you." He said, coming closer to me and grabbing me by the waist. His face was very close to me now and our breaths were mixing together. I breath in the scent of his perfume as he brought his lips closer to mine. I could feel my pulse racening and my heart throbbing. My heart said I liked him and I enjoyed every single minute of the four hours I spent with him. I pressed my lips to his and were started kissing. A million emotions were passing in my mind ranging from how happy it was to how the kiss was.
Good. But with Finnick it was heavenly.
Oh god. How did he suddeny come in mind? I kissed Braden more passionately as his hands rubbed my back, to forget that unpleasant thought.
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Being a Hollywood Actor's Girlfriend
Teen FictionSeventeen year old Andrea has shifted from UK to US. Her world turns magical when she and Finnick, a nineteen year old Hollywood actor get together. All's fine till they get involved in something which turns out to be the turning point of her life...