Toxic Ivy

04 | date

"A what?" Ivy stutters out, she was so shocked and honestly, so was Aiden. He didn't think he had it in him to just ask her out like that.

It was too late to back out now, and he sighs. He wishes he could've just asked her to never talk to Blake again. That would've been so much better than this awkward situation that he had unsurprisingly gotten himself into.

"A date." Aiden says, raising his eyebrows and crossing his arms trying to act confident. Deep down, they both knew he wasn't, though. He was absolutely shaking. Ivy could see it too, but that wasn't the reason why she said yes.

"You will?" The brunette boy voiced out, like an excited little boy and Ivy nods, a small smile gracing her full pink lips.

"Yes, Aiden, I'll go out on a date with you."

He doesn't think that he could be happier in any moment other than now. He guesses that what they say was true. That everything you want is on the other side of fear.

"Where shall we go on our date?" She says, a bit too happy for her liking.

They ended up going to an art museum. Aiden learned that day that Ivy loved art. Aiden didn't get why she hated herself then. Ivy Young was as beautiful as the art paintings that she fawned over. Maybe even more.

He crossed his arms and smiled at her, before letting his words slip past his lips. "You know what?"

Ivy turns her attention away from the painting and fixes her brown eyes on Aiden and Aiden thinks that he could drown in them.

"What?"

"Nothing, I forgot what I was going to say." He answers, he didn't actually forget what he was going to say, of course he didn't. The words has always been on the tip of his tongue, how could he forgot the words that were the most meaningful that he has ever thought to said in his whole life?

Ivy thought the same, because the next thing Aiden knew, Ivy was pestering him to tell her. He didn't tell her, he only answered her questions with a smirk. So after a while, she let it go.

They leave the art museum and cross the road to go to a restaurant that Aiden adored. It was a simple Italian restaurant that sold good food. When they sat down on the plain black cushioned chairs, they were immediately tended to by a waitress.

"Are you sure about this restaurant? It seems kind of expensive." Ivy says, quietly, while looking at the interior design of the restaurant. From the intricate bar that had wine glasses hanging upside down to the outdoors of the restaurant which held a spectacular view of the city below but Aiden only laughs and Ivy thinks that it's the most beautiful thing that she's ever heard.

"Just leave everything to me, alright? You don't have to worry about a thing." Aiden answers her, and his reply calms her down a bit, but still feeling guilty about him having to waste money on her.

"You know I can pay for my own food, right?" She asks him with eyebrows raised and he nods.

"You can but I hope you choose not to because I want to pay for you."

The waitress hands both of them a menu and stood by their table, waiting to take their orders. "I'll have the baked ziti with white sauce." Ivy told the waitress with a smile, before adding, "And a glass of water please." The waitress jotted down the orders and turned to Aiden.