A Few Things about Love. Blake Griffin Fanfic pt. 2

;;Part 10

“Are you ready for tonight?” Blake asked me after he finished his third waffle. Two wasn’t enough, so he gladly went and made a third.

         “For wha-?” I replied while wiping the extra whipped cream off my face.

         "For our date tonight,” he said, smiling at me.

         How could I forget about that??

         "You sure you don’t have other plans?”

         "I purposely cleared my schedule for tonight,” He slightly nudged his knee against mine under the table. “I couldn’t wait 'til the weekend.”

         "Well I mean, it’s dinner and dancing, right? Don’t we need a reservation?” I asked.

         "It’s all taken care of,” he said, as if it weren’t a big deal.

         I guess to him it wasn’t.

       Jordan! Come on, now! The little voice in my head said. He wants to go out with you. To show you off to everyone. To let everyone know that you’re his. That he’s yours. He cleared his goddamn schedule for you, you can’t mess this up. You’ve wanted this all along, so just take it.

       “Shit, I don’t even have anything to wear.” I said, coming to the realization.

      “Well then I guess we’ll have to go get you something,” Blake said, smiling. “After more waffles…”

       After driving around Beverly fucking Hills looking for a store to shop at, Blake insisted that we try Chanel, Dior, and Dolce & Gabbana. As soon as those designer names came out of his mouth I gave him a look that was meant to say “Are you fucking kidding me?” He wasn’t kidding at all.

       “How am I supposed to pay for any of those stores?” I asked, completely oblivious.

       “Easily,” He said while steadily steering the Benz into a different lane. “Because I’m paying for it.”

       I gave him another look.

       He still wasn’t kidding.

      We stopped at Dior and I took a look around, trying not to take too much time. It was only 2 o' clock now, but I didn’t want to take forever. I felt the stare of the girl behind the counter and I tried my best not to even care. I didn’t even look to see if she were actually staring. Who knows; maybe she was just looking at Blake.

       As if that made it any better. Nothing seemed to really catch my eye in Dior (surprisingly), so we moved on. Dolce & Gabbana wasn’t too far away, so we made our way there.

       Inside D&G was like being in a night club. With dim lights, the smell of expensive perfumes and the upbeat music playing in the background, if I were allowed to I’d set up camp and live here forever. I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face since we walked in. Blake saw that and he laughed a bit, causing me to smile even more.

     There weren’t many people in the place, and there seemed to be only men working at the moment. Good, I thought, and then I noticed a hot pair of heels.

       “Oh my God this place is awesome,” I said to Blake before moving towards a rack of dresses.

       “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.” He replied, aimlessly checking out a pair of men’s shoes. I almost didn’t hear him because I spotted something gorgeous.

       I stopped dead in my tracks as soon as I saw it. It fit the mannequin just right; but the mannequin didn’t deserve it. It was a long, elegant gown that was made to bring out and flatter the curves. It was dark red and strapless, with a thigh-high slit over the left leg. The dress wasn’t meant for going out to a club, therefore it wasn’t what I needed for tonight. But I came closer to it anyways, just to get a better look. I didn’t even need to look at the price tag to know that it was worth a hopeless sigh.