Lol sorry guys I just noticed the two times at the end completely don't match up, I mean why would he pick her up AFTER they are supposed to go out to eat? The first time is supposed to be nine ):
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I walk inside and run into my room with a huge smile on my face. I can not believe it's my first day of school and I already got called pretty and gorgeous, and getting asked out on dates. I can't believe how my dream came true!
I look at the clock and it says it is only four PM so I decide to watch some TV and then get in the shower. I watch the food network until six and then I decide it's time to start getting ready. I get in the shower and start washing from head to toe, while I let my conditioner soak in and do its thing, I shave my legs. I then rinse out my hair and wash my body.
When I get out of the shower the mirror is so fogged up that I can barely make out my outline in it so I get out the hair dryer and heat up the mirror until all the fog is gone. I then turn the dryer on myself, blowing every last drop of water out of it. I sit there for a few moments and decide whether I should straighten or curl my hair. I decide to go with curling and tediously curl it and spray it with hairspray until it looks perfect.
I walk out of the bathroom and into my walk-in closet to find something to wear. I look around and I spot the perfect thing. It's a short black cocktail dress that comes just a few inches above my knees. It has a very low back line that shows just how perfect my silhouette is. It hugs my body in just the right way and shows off my curves. The front is a simple halter-top that doesn't show too much cleavage because I am very shy about my chest.
By this time it is seven thirty and I am rushing to get my makeup done. I put on some simple makeup. Just some liner, a little bit of dark eye shadow and some mascara. I also put on some light pink lip-gloss to polish up the look.
When I am done with everything I sit down in the front living room and wait for him to come. I sit in silence for about two minutes before I hear a light knock on the door so I get up and answer it.
I look up at him and am glad to see I'm not the only one that dressed up. He stands in front of me wearing black dress pants and a teal dress shirt. The shirt is buttoned almost all the way up, with the top two buttons unbuttoned showing a little of his muscular chest.
I have to stop and catch my breath because I am so stunned at how beautiful he looks. His green eyes sparkle down at me as he takes in my whole look. Slowly but surely as huge smile widens on his face and he just continues to look at me.
"What?" I say blushing at the look he is giving me.
"You're just simply breath-taking Brandi."
"Shut up!" I say and turn to look away from him, as my cheeks grow redder.
"Alright, alright. I'm sorry. I know you're touchy. Do you want to go now?"
"Sure," I say and turn back around smiling back at him.
He smirks and opens my front door for me like a perfect gentlemen and I start to head for the car. He jumps in front of me just as I am about to open up the door and he opens it for me.
"My lady," he says gesturing for me to get in.
I giggle a little and climb in. as soon as he gets in he smiles and grabs something out of the glove box.
"Do you mind?" he asks holding out a black blindfold. "I want it to be a surprise."
"Um... sure I guess," I say as he starts to tie it.
After the blindfold is on a million places run through my head of where we could be heading, though I know that there is a very low chance any of them would be remotely correct. After about 15 minutes of feeling the car go around slight curves, coming to stops, and speeding up again, we finally stopped for good. I hear his door open and close and then my door opens as a rush of warm air rushes into the car.
I feel the blindfold slip off my eyes and I slowly open them and look out the car. We are at a small restaurant on top of a huge hill overlooking a large meadow filled with wildflowers. The air in my lungs slowly escapes making a small whooshing sound and I slowly get up out of the car and stand up.
Blake silently stands beside me with his hand in mine as a take in my surroundings. The restaurant is small but extravagant. The building itself looked as if it were made in the 1800's and it was lavishly decked out in colors of reds and various shades of gray. The meadow down below has flowers in all shapes and sizes; some roses, some daisies, and even some lilies. They range in color anywhere from red to purple to white.
After I look around at everything I look up at Blake to see him staring back down at me. Neither of us speaks; we just stare into each other's eyes for what seems like eternity.
Just as things were starting to get too much to handle I say, "So would you like to go in now?"
"Um... sure," he says frowning and taking my hand - he had dropped it earlier to let me look around - and leads me inside. I don't take my hand away because to be honest it feels nice to have to connection to him. It felt as if my hand fit perfectly in his and as if it was MEANT to be there and as if they were never meant to part.
We get inside and the waitress leads us to a secluded table in the back of the restaurant that has a sign on it that says "Reserved". The table has a white lace tablecloth and two white candles as the centerpiece. The plates and glasses were a deep read rimmed with a dark gray. We sit down and I notice him smiling at me.
"What?" I ask blushing.
"Nothing it will just make you angry."
"I promise I won't"
He still doesn't speak, so I shove out my little finger and say, "I pinky promise!" After a few second of staring at me, he extends his little finger, wraps it around mine and says, "Ok, Ok."
I wait while he pulls himself together. I can tell he still doesn't completely trust my pinky promise.
"It's just that you look amazing tonight. I don't think I have ever seen someone as remarkably beautiful as you. You took my breath away when you opened your door tonight," he says sheepishly after about thirty seconds of just sitting there staring at me. "I feel like you're a dream, and like if I take my eyes off you you're going to disappear."
"Really?"
"I pinky promise," he says and smiles jokingly.
"I feel the same way. I feel like I could just spend forever staring into your eyes and never get bored."
He just smiles at me as the waitress comes back and takes our order. After she leaves we talk. We talk about our lives. Things like our parents, our family, our friends, what our middle names are, and just simple things. By the time we were done eating and had paid for the dinner - which he took the bill not letting me help one bit - I felt as if I knew every aspect of his life.
We get up to leave and Bryan automatically takes my hand in his without thinking. I smile at the gesture and give his hand a slight squeeze. I look up at him to see him smiling hugely at me as we continue on to his car.
When we get in, we stay quiet and he turns on the radio. The song "She's My Kinda Rain" - one of my favorites - and I sit back and listen to it until we pull up into my driveway again. When we arrive, he puts the car in PARK, jumps out, and opens my door for me. He takes my hand as I get out and he then walks me to the door.
"Good night Brandi," he smiles down at me.
"Good night," I smile back.
He then bends down and kisses my forehead. After that, without letting me respond in any way, he turns around and walks away.
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Not a very long chapter, but I found this the perfect place to stop at(:
