Love Is Weird

A Long Night

A mafia. I suddenly lost it.

"A MAFIA!! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? DO YOU KNOW HOW DANGEROUS THAT IS?"

"Look. I had no choice-"

"ACTUALLY YOU HAD A CHOICE! YOU JUST CHOSE THE WRONG ONE!"

After I had my last word, I stormed up to my room, slammed the door, and cried myself a miniature pool.
***
I've been crying for three hours straight. I got a phone call from Stacy earlier, but I ignored it. I decided to call her back.

"Hello."

"Hey, Stacy."

"Miranda, what's wrong?"

I decided to tell her about my dad owning a toy company, but not about the mafia. Especially since it's a crime. Anger boiled in me again.

Knowing Stacy, she had to crack a joke.

"Do you think he can give me suggestions?"

I couldn't help it. I bursted out laughing, and so did Stacy.

"You should get out. Let's go to a club."

I reluctantly agreed, told her I would be ready in ten minutes, and got dressed.

I decided to wear a black halter top, a white skirt, and black heels. A perfect outfit to wear to a club. I think.

Stacy arrived right on time. I ran downstairs and opened the door. Stacy had on a black see through dress.

My dad came out of the kitchen, and stopped abruptly when he saw Stacy.

"Hi Mr. J."

"Hello Stacy." He gave Stacy a disapproving look when he said that.

"Um... Stacy and I are going out for awhile. Ill be back before curfew."

"Well okay, but be safe."

When I had my dad's approval, Stacy pulled me out of the house and into her red convertible.
***
When we first got into the club, it was hot. There weren't much people because of tonight being a school, but there were enough to take up the dance floor.

Stacy guided me towards the bar. I didn't bring any money, and neither did Stacy. "Don't worry that's what your curves are for."

She basically talking to me. Since I had boobs to big for life and a lot of curves, she mostly used me as our ticket to free drinks. Stacy was pretty herself. She had pretty, bright, and blue eyes, luscious blonde hair, and the most beautiful skin anyone has ever seen.

We picked a seat closest to the end, and waited for magic to happen. It only took a little less than five minutes for the bait to bite, well that's what Stacy described it as.

He was a tall, dirty blonde guy with beautiful, big brown eyes. He came and sat in the seat next to me. "How are you ladies doing tonight?"

Stacy and I did our flirtatious giggles. When we didn't reply, he asked us if he could buy us something to drink. Of course Stacy replied yes.

He bought us each a soda, and we talked for awhile before he said he had to go. When we waved goodbye, I saw a handsome guy staring at me.

He had the most beautiful, blue eyes a girl could ask for. He had a lock of dirty blonde hair, and he looks like he works out twenty four seven. I guess I was staring because he smiled at me. He had amazing dimples.

He got up and started walking towards me. Stacy had went to the bathroom, so I was doomed.

"Hello, beautiful."

"Hi."

"Can I buy you a drink?"

" Um...sure." Even though I just finished a glass of coke, I was still thirsty.

When my drink arrived, I decided to make conversation. It didn't go well.

"So are you from here?" Stupid. Why couldn't I just ask how he was doing or what his name was?

"No. I'm actually from South Carolina. How about you?"

"I was here since I was born."

He started to laugh, and so did I. "So...what's your name, sweetheart?"

Should I tell him my name? I mean for goodness sake, he could be a rapist. Although, he could just be a nice guy who wants to know my name.

I decided to go with my second instinct.

"Um...Miranda."

"That's a beautiful name. My name is Wesley."

I blushed when he said my name was beautiful.

"There's a concert Saturday. Do you want to go?"

I almost choked on my soda. "What?"

"Do you want to go to a concert with me?"

This sounded all so familiar. I glared at him and said, "Well, what's in it for you?"

"Whats in it for me? Hmm... Lets see." He looked like he was really thinking hard about it. "Well, I guess I have the opportunity of taking out a gorgeous young lady."

I didn't realize I was blushing till he said, "Can I have your number, Miss Blush?"

I tried to muster a giggle, but failed horribly. "Um, sure."
I got out a piece of paper, and wrote down my phone number for him. He smiled when I handed it to him, and so did I. He got up, did a little bow, and left.

A wave of sadness washed over me because I didn't want him to leave.