What An Idiot (cth) «Discontinued»

[5] The Date

I ran my hands anxiously through my hair. "ARGH!"

Vivian leaned over the edge of her bunk, watching me. "What's up, Adds?" She asked. "You've been changing outfits and brushing and styling your hair over and over again for the last hour."

I spun around. "I have a date!" I burst out. "And I don't know what to do with anything because I haven't had a date in like a year!"

"With Calum?" Vivian's eyes were bright.

"No," I snapped. "It's with a boy named Samson and he'll be here in fifteen minutes!"

"Oh." Her face fell.

"Help me!" I groaned.

"Right," Vivian nodded. "Of course. Well, here's my advice. Put on that cute blue semi-formal dress you have with your black converse. The dress shows you can dress up, but the converse kinda keep things casual. Then, straighten your hair and leave it down."

I immediately got to work. I changed, and pulled out my straighteners.

Finally, I finished, with no time to spare.

Knock knock.

"Have fun," Vivian muttered, and I thought I detected bitterness in her voice. All my friends shipped Caddy, so she was obviously butthurt that I was moving on. Oh well. Too bad, Vivian.

I arrived at the door and opened it. Samson stood there, his dark eyes shining. He was wearing a full on tux with a corsage to top it all off. I couldn't breath for a moment. He looked really good.

"Hi," I said, a little breathless.

"Hello, Adelaide," he replied, offering his arm. "Shall we?"

And I allowed him to lead me out of the dorm.

~~

"That's so lame! Somebody tell Calum!"

The girls were in a fine rage upon their return. Vivian was laying on her back, her head hanging off her bunk, waves of blonde curls hanging down, watching Ken pace back and forth.

Scar was sitting on the bunk opposition Vivian, her palms pressed to her temples, seething quietly.

"How could she do that?"  Asked Ken shrilly. "She didn't even know the guy!"

"She needed a distraction," hissed Scar. "That's gotta be it, she just needed a distraction from Cal... an-- and her feelings... oh, shit, that's gotta be it... please let that be it!"

"Did you see the guy?" Ken asked, spinning to face Vivian. "What did he look like?"

"He was quite dapper," Vivian said slowly. "Formal. A black and white tux, corsage, the works."

"But what did he look like?" Scar shrieked.

"Um..." Vivian rolled over slowly, biting her lip. Her hair hung round her shoulder, her curls looking gorgeous in the low light. She exhaled slowly. "Dark eyes... Brown hair, blonde highlights... uh...."

The other two were hanging on her every word. Finally, Vivian spat out what she had been trying to say this whole time.

"He looked just like Calum."

~~

"Seems a bit formal for a picnic," I giggled, clinking my champagne glass with Samson's.

He shrugged, sipping his champagne while maintaining eye contact. "A girl like you deserved to be wowed."

"You don't even know me," I smiled.

"But I want to," Samson said, smiling shyly and setting down his glass on the blanket spread underneath us. He scooted a little closer to me, reaching out a hand and brushing one strand of hair behind my hair. "Tell me about yourself, Adelaide. What are you at school for? What kind of music do you listen to? Why do you have that drop-dead sexy accent? Where's it from? I want to know everything."

"A bit forward, are we?" I giggled again, looking up at him through my eyelashes.

Samson yanked his hand back like he had been burned. "I'm sorry-- I don't want to freak you out... I, uh... well, talk. I'll listen." He folded his legs and placed his hands in his lap, watching me attentively.

I couldn't help it, I laughed. So far I really enjoyed spending time with Samson. He had taken me to a small, quiet park, and spread a checkered blanket out on the grass. He'd brought a picnic basket, and we'd been munching on cucumber sandwiches that he had made himself and grapes. And he'd brought a bottle of champagne, of course. But in case I hasn't wanted champagne, he'd brought a six pack of root beer.

"Well," I said, tilting my head. "Most people call me Addy. I'm nineteen, and moved here a year ago. I came from Sydney, Australia, along with my three best friends, and we're all going to school here in Florida. I'm trying to become a teacher so that I can influence kids and possibly have the words I speak heard."

"I'm hearing every word you say," murmured Samson.

I blushed slightly before continuing. "I like to act and draw in my free time, and I listen to music a lot. I'm not really sure if there's a certain type of music... But I do have a few bands I like. Fall Out Boy, Panic! At the Disco, stuff like that. Oh, and I actually went to school and was close friends with a pretty popular band."

"Who?" Samson asked, a smile playing on his lips.

"Uh," I looked down, Calum's huge grin popping into my mind. "5 Seconds of Summer."

"Oh my gosh, really?" Samson exclaimed. "I like some of their stuff! I really enjoyed She Looks So Perfect and She's Kinda Hot!"

I looked up, surprised. "Really?"

"Yeah!" He nodded. "That's so cool. Are you still in contact?"

"Uh, funny you should mention it..." I pulled at the collar of my dress. "I actually just met up with Calum the other day."

"Oh?" Asked Samson, arching an eyebrow.

"Yeah," I nodded, smiling internally at Samson's slight jealousy. "We dated for a year in High School, but broke it off when I moved away and he wanted to take the band more seriously. But now he wanted to get back in contact."

"He sounds," Samson cleared his throat. "Uh, lovely."

"He's not quite the type to dress in a tuxedo for the first date, though," I smirked.

Samson grinned crookedly.

I returned the smile and got to my feet. "I had a great time tonight, Samson," I admitted as he stood beside me.

"I'm glad," he told me, taking my hand in his. "Help me clean up?"

He put all of the remaining food and such into the picnic basket while using folded the blanket. Then, I stuffed the beautiful fabric into the picnic basket, and allowed Samson to lead me towards his car.

We put the picnic basket into the trunk, and he led me around to the passenger side, where he opened the door for me. Before I could get in, however, he leaned in close. "I'm really glad you said yes, Adelaide," he murmured.

My heart pounded. Was he gonna kiss me? On the first date?

However, Samson drew back. I slipped into the car, and he shut the door after me before walking around the car and climbing into the drivers seat. Then, he started to head back to the dorm rooms.

Finally, he pulled up outside the girl dorms. I noticed a familiar white minivan parked outside the building, and my brow furrowed. Suddenly, however, Samson took my hand and I turned away from the car window.

"I had a really good time getting to know you, tonight, Adelaide," he said. "I understand if you think it's too soon, but... will you be my girlfriend?"

All my instincts screamed to say no. I just met him today, and we'd only had one date. But something about Samson made me feel happy, and safe, and content. He reminded me of good memories. So, I thought, screw it.

"I'd love to," I said with a smile.