At about 3:15 the next day, Charlie knocked on my door. I wasn't near it, so my mom answered it.
"Hi. How can I help you?" She asked politely.
"Hi, um, my name is Charlie Puth and i'm a friend of Isis. Is she here?" He asked.
"ISIS! YOUR FRIEND IS HERE! CHARLIE!" She yelled.
"OKAY! BE RIGHT DOWN!" I yelled back.
I walked downstairs in my favorite white flowy tank-top with a blue town on it, a blue pair of sweats and some blakc flats. I saw Charlie in a white t-shirt, normal blue jeans and some black sneakers ... with his beautiful eyes and soft hair.
"You. Look. Beautiful! " he exclaimed.
"Aw thank you. You look nice as well" I replied.
"Awww, young love. Dont do anything crazy, you hear?" She asked.
"Of course ma'am. I'm sorry, I didn't get your name. What is it?" Charlie asked.
She replied, "Angela Harris. And her father is Daniel Harris. If you ever run into him, be easy with him. He can be kind of strict" warning us.
"Thank you for the advice Miss. I will be on the lookout." He said, smiling.
"No problem. But where are you two going this lovely afternoon?" She asked.
"I was going to ask if I could take her to a studio I go to to write music. I would like to teach her to make a song, if she wanted. With your permission, of course" he says smiling his amazing smile.
"Hmm, depends. How far is this studio?" She asked, looking concerned.
He replied, "About 3 blocks or so. Is that okay?"
"Sure. Isis, I got your back in case your dad asks where you are. Be careful." She says.
"Thanks mom. I love you" I say walking away with Charlie.
"LOVE YOU TOO! DON'T DO ANYTHING ILLEGAL! " She yells while laughing.
Charlie and I juat laughed while going our way.
