I started to walk to that place that caught my eyes. As I was getting closer I realised that it was no one else than Amber. How the hell is possible to look like a freaking goddess everytime? I don't know, but seeing her makes my heart skip a beat. Suddenly something took me from my thought. I heard sobs. Was she crying? I took a step closer and saw tears running down her checks. She was crying. Why? If anyone hurt her I'll break their legs.
I put a hand on her shoulder and move closer. "Amber? Are you okay? What's wrong?" I was worried about her.
She wipes her tears and turn back to look at me. "Hey Katie. I'm fine... I just miss home and my friends" she said giving me a weak smile
I felt the need to help her and protect her. I think I'm falling for this girl. I wrapped my arms around her and hold her. "It will be okay Amber"
We sat in silence a few minutes before her tears stop. I didn't knew what else to do beside holding her until the worst idea come to my mind. "Do you have any plans for tonight?"
She turns to look at me and give me a confused look. "The only person i know here is you. I don't even know the city so i guess i don't have any plans for tonight. Why are you asking?"
I look away . "I was wondering if you'd like to take dinner with me and my family and if you'd like for us to have like a movie night. If you don't have any plans and if you want. You can say no, i won't mind" I was so nervous. I'm totally falling for Amber
She gave me a warm smile "I'd love to"
OMG. I'm sure i died and reach heaven. Her smile could make me faint any moment. Why is this happening to me???
'Because you start to have feeling for her dumbass'
Of course my brain has to ruin the moment. I gave her my address and headed back home. She is going to come at 7. It was already 5 so I had to rush home and prepare myself. Why am I so nervous? I mean it's just dinner, right? What could happen?
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Love Wasn't For Me Until I Met You
RomanceThis story contains: -Lesbians -Gays -Problems -Sexual scenes -Dark humor -Sarcasm