Firefly

Chapter Two

(Ed's POV)

Okay, I'm honestly freaking out. I haven't been on a date in the forever. And Lilliana's just so beautiful. I can't mess this up. It's been a long time since I've had any type of romantic interest in someone. The feeling is terrible but lovely all at the same time- like I've swallowed a handful of pebbles but I'm prancing through a meadow of tulips. Understand?

Anyways, since it's just a Mexican restaurant - and our first date - I go with a red hoodie and jeans. I hope she doesn't dress up too much. Just in case, I try to tame my hair for once and I slip on my nicest sneakers. If this is the kind of stuff guys put up with, I can't even begin to imagine what girls go through.

When I arrive at the restaurant, I observe lots of sounds. People chattering away, silverware clanking, and the ethnic music playing softly in the background. But above all, I hear my heart. It's thumping wildly and vigorously in my chest. I can't control it. My breathing isn't paced. My palms are sweaty. What is happening to me?

Lilliana is fifteen minutes late. I'm not surprised. She's late for everything. But that's not necessarily a bad trait. I find it kind of adorable.

"Ed!" I'm viewing a painting when I hear her voice. I spin around and see Lilliana. She's wearing a huge smile and a tiny navy blue dress. Her hair is curled into a bun.

"You look stunning, love," I whisper. She tucks a wisp of hair behind her ear and blushes.

"As do you," she replies. I take her hand and lead her to our table.

We sit down and order our drinks.

"Lilliana?" I say in a gruff voice.

"Yes?" she sounds taken aback.

"You're late," I furrowed my eyebrows and lowered my voice, impersonating the manager of today's recording. She laughed a beautiful laugh, which I would love to record and just play over and over when I'm sad.

"These nachos are first class," Lilliana says. "Try some."

I plunge a chip into the dip and take a bite. "Not bad," I say nodding my head.

"You're so cute," giggled Lilliana.

"As are you," I smile.

"Thanks," she looks down at her feet, grinning.

"Uh, I don't quite know what to say. You're into music, right?" I ask. What an ignorant question. Of course she likes music, she works in the music industry.

"Adore it. Music is my life. I've been playing guitar and singing since I was seven. I want to be successful someday, like-" she stops.

"Like me?"

"Um, yeah. Like you. Don't laugh, but I'm a big fan."

"Really? Thanks so much. I've never dated a fan before. You're into indie? You look alternative."

She nods.

"Me too," I smile.

We chat and bond for the next hour until we finish our meals and fight over the check. Of course, I win.

"What now?" she asks. We're standing outside the restaurant in the icy night. It's dark - except the millions of lights the city display. Lilliana looks even more beautiful than she did seconds ago, now that she's standing here, her face illuminated by the gigantic lights. Her hair's completely fallen out now, and it envelopes her face in a way so heavenly you'd think she's an angel.

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short-ish chapter sorry! hope you liked it. xoxo.