Power of Love

Chapter 10: First Date

OH. MY. GOD.

I did the most stupidest thing in the history of girls doing stupid things on the dates.

I shut my eys again hoping that this is all a dream. I feel like my cheeks are on fire.

"You know wishing for me to leave doesn't work like that." I could hear a bit of sadness as he said it.

“No, I'm not thinking that! Uh. I, uh. What time is it?”

“It’s 15 past five.”

“What!? Why didn’t you wake me up?’

“I got here 5 minutes ago. I had something. Sorry I was late, but it looks like you didn’t notice.” He does that charming smirk that makes me swoon. I feel my cheeks getting even hotter than I could imagine. I shove my face into my pillow, hoping he didn't see it, but he probably did since I heard him doing a bad attempt to stifle his chuckle.

“Maddie it’s fine I could see how tired you were at school. You weren’t your usually lively, exciting, and beautiful self.”

Whoa! Lisa really prepared him. Is it just me, or is my face really hot that it's heating up the pillow. He's going to singe my skin off. I think it's starting to hurt. I'm exaggerating totally, but seriously, when he says something like that it makes me feel so happy.

"I was thinking Maddie, that we shouldn't go to the hole right away. I wanted to take you to a restaurant. I already booked it. Nous laisser aller, ma chere. (Let us go, my dear)"

"Oui, bien sûr, monsieur. (Yes, of course mister.)"

I speak French fluently since I learned it in school. 

Yay I'm going on a date with him! I can't believe this is happening. Thank you Lisa! I get up off my bed.

"I'm just going to go to the bathroom okay?"

"I'm waiting for you out here, ma chere," he said in his very well acted plus sexy french accent.

I sigh. I go in my bathroom and close the door. I lean against the back of it. I imagine the vision I had with Martin. We're going to be together even in the future! I better fix my appearance. I look in the mirror. I gasp. My hair is a complete mess. It's all frizzed up. My makeup is all smeared from probably my pillow. I'll have to wash it when I come home. Then it hits me. Not the realization that I'm hideous, but that he never reacted to the way I looked and still invited me to dinner. Most guys date girls because they're pretty, but some boys like Martin date girls for what's inside of them not how they look. It dawned on me of how lucky I was to have Martin as my boyfriend. Boyfriend. I've never even used that word before. Thank you God for this magical and great gift from above, I love him. I do my makeup again, and wrench the brush through my hair, and I look as great from when Lisa came. I straighten my shirt, suck in a breath and open the door. I see him at my desk holding something behind his back. He looks up noticing my entrance and he freezes. He slowly smiles and his eyes brighten as if he is looking something cherishly. He rises up and goes to the door and opens it waiting for me to go through it. I walk toward it, and he takes out his hand from behind his back with a rose in it and smiling at me. I take it and take a deep breath. My nose takes in the beautiful flowery smell. I close my eyes and sigh.

"Thank you."

"You like it?"

"It's beautiful."

"Well, let's go then."

"Ok."

I smile at him. His eyes twinkle at me. Yay! I skip downstairs, and almost jump 10 stairs from happiness. I get to the bottom and reach for the door knob when I hear: