Temptation ||Cowan Fanfiction||

Ch.4 How Do You Date Again?

Corey's P.O.V

I started to think of this simple idea because I had the knowledge that Rowan loves pasta. So maybe this date will be semi-romantic but it definitely isn't worthy of Rowan. She deserves a guy that would take her on a carriage ride through the park and then sit with her by the lake and braid flowers into her hair.

Maybe I should just freaking do that.

But knowing Rowan she might scream at me that the idea of that is biased over the idea that all girls wanna be princesses and that she has equal rights and that she can braid knives into her own damn hair.

And I'd probably kiss her and hand her the knife. I huffed angrily staring at my outfit for tonight. The restaurant I wanna take her too won't do. It just won't. My nervousness bubbled up inside as I pulled on my black NY shirt and my red beanie. I slipped on my red jeans and only barely noticed the thing that fell out my pocket.

I had decided to ignore it completely in favor of calming myself down. I kept thinking that I needed air. I kept whispering; Breathe, Corey. Just think and breathe. What do guys in chick flicks always do? And then curse myself out knowing exactly how Rowan would react if I turn n the sprinklers and asked her to dance through them with me. She'd say she just wanted some pizza and kisses. But I know deep down she wouldn't balk at every gesture of romance.

I stepped on the thing that fell out my pocket and yelped, scattering backward. I hit my head on the bed post and I felt like my room was scolding me for not picking up the....receipt? Receipt and a bunch of coins. I looked at my foot and saw a red, pulsing, nickel imprint in the middle of my foot. I scowled at it and snatched the receipt. And then it hit me.

It was a receipt for a very, very, very old purchase. Three churros, two packs of gum and costume jewelry. A crown. For Rowan back when she was in 6th grade and I was in 7th. For the second time, because my grades dropped once I started following her around like a love sick puppy. I called her princess for an entire day. I smiled and patted my bed post and the receipt for knocking some sense into me.

Rowan's P.O.V
So you remember that confident, hot Rowan I was yesterday? The giggly one that was just ecstatic that her crush of like fifty millennia actually asked her out? Or rather he said yes when I asked him out?

Yah, she's gone. Dead. Never coming back. Because once I got home all the worries started. What if I wear something too formal? What if i wear something too casual? What if we go out and Corey meets a hot girl and dumps me on the spot? It was all too much. My hands were shaking when I straightened my hair and I burned my ear a few times. And I had none of my signature fancy headbands or clips. That was the icing on the i'm-a-five-year-old-who-has-no-clue-why-Corey-the-Greek-god-likes-her cake. This is going to be a disaster.

I decided 'screw my hair', since boys don't notice anyway, even though I starkly remember the day I cut a single handful of hair for a dare and Corey noticed immediately and teased me about it for three days. I pushed down both my nervousness and my regret. I regret putting myself in this situation because of course Corey is going to realize I'm just a silly kid who blushes at the thought of him noticing that I straightened my hair.

I push all the emotions I feel further down and put on my favorite day gown even though it's night. It's a simple smooth, light blue dress with a bow in that back with cuts all around the fabric to show different areas of skin. I shudder at the thought of Corey's warm palms and cold finger mix brushing against any open part of the dress. I slid on some beige sandal, wedge- heel thingies and gave a shaky smile to myself. And then a bigger one when I confirmed to myself (twice) that I looked good. OK, clothes--check.

Do I have time for makeup? I'm not big on makeup and I drift farther away from it as I grow up (unless it's for a huge event, which then I love the fun of caking on funky colors and designs)but I decided a little won't hurt. I put on light foundation and heavy mascara. Silver mascara because it's night and I want my eyes to pop. As I applied shiny, thin and sweet smelling red lip gloss and sprayed some lavender and vanilla smelling perfume on I heard a knock at my window. I turned around and saw Corey standing there with flowers.

My knee jerk reaction is that he's an absolute idiot to climb up the ledges to my window, which is ten floor up. This isn't New York like GMW. This L.A and the windows are damn hard to open. But under that I think--Aww, how sweet. I walked over and opened it, letting him in. I was greeted by a kiss on the cheek and I blushed.

"Ready to go, princess?" Corey smiled.

"Always. I promise" I replied nervously, though I smiled.

And with that Corey grabbed my hand and led me down my own stairs, as if I were royalty and he was lucky to be my king.