Y/n POV:
I wake up to my alarm clock ringing loudly in my ears, and the light flooding my room blinding me.
I slowly roll over lazily and click the off button to the annoying device.
9:00am
Shawn's picking me up around 10 for our date and I still don't understand why it has to be in the morning.
Don't guys just usually pick girls up in the evening and buy her food? That's what he's been doing and I can't complain, I love him and food.
I pick up my phone on my nightstand and check my notifications to see messages from him.
I type in my passcode and open our chat....
Shawn: what's you're favorite type of flower?
I laugh at this, just picturing him blushing as he types this. I giggle again at how un-subtle it is to ask me that.
Y/n: I don't have one:")
I figured I'd make it easy for me and him. He doesn't worry about messing up and I don't need to choose because I can't make a decision if my life depended on it.
Im not sure whether to dress casual or put something lightly dressy on.
Great more decisions.
I base what im wearing off of what he usually wears, khakis and a tee shirt, so I throw on skinny jeans, a flowing light blue blouse, and white converses.
Simple enough.
I've been stressing over this for forever, I wish I could be confident enough to be able to say I was beautiful and that he deserves to go out with someone like me but I'm scared.
Last time I put so much trust in someone I just ended up broken and crinkled like something you might find in a school recycling bin. That's what happens when people become your everything.
Shawn makes me feel something that I haven't experienced in anyone else. He makes me feel so comfortable, like i can say anything and it's been a month and that feeling grows more and more and everytime I see him i get those dreaded goosebumps and shivers because he has so much control over my thoughts. There hasn't been a day where I haven't thought of him and it makes me ache for him when he's not here.
9:50am
I finish up my eyeliner and take one last look in the mirror and I'm still not happy. I want to be perfect for him, even though he takes me for who I am.
I hear a car pull in my driveway as i close my eyes and take a deep breath preparing and relaxing myself so I don't mess up. I feel like I'm in middle school obsessing over the cutest guy in my eyes but this is real, this is shawn, and I'm helplessly falling for him.
I get a text from him saying that he's here and i grab my purse and walk out my front door.
It's blindingly bright for just 10 o'clock and he's out of the car leaning on the hood of it with a big smile plastered on his face.
"Hello y/n, you look beautiful,"
I blush at his words as I just stand a few feet away from him and he's just admiring my beauty. I didn't think I had any.
"Thank you," i mumble quietly fidgeting with the hem of my shirt trying not to full out hug him for his kind words.
"One question," say loudly with confidence, completely curious of the answer.
