When We Meet Again

Chapter 19 | Beautiful Disasters

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Tasha's POV

This is something I've always wanted. A perfect date with the perfect man. And my perfect man, the man of my dreams was Simon Sanchez. I had had a crush on him ever since Freshman year. He'd been playing his favourite game, Soccer. He was an amazing player and I fell in love with him and his passion for the game. It was this  amazing love and possessiveness he gave to everything he cared about. I wanted to be one of those things, or people. I think no one can beat him or his love for that game.

Between that day and this my love for him has just grown. It must be as high as the sky now.

I had always thought that my love for him was unrequited. My joy knew no bounds when he came to me on that fateful Friday and actually asked me out. I agreed to him politely, but I was bursting with happiness.

Finally, the day came when it was just me and him in this great big world.

He arrived in the for and after being pestered valiantly by my two stupid, crazy best friends, we set off.

"After you." Said Simon sweetly as he held the door open for me. I smiled, my cheeks tinged in a light shade of pink. I got into his Mercedes-Benz. What a fancy looking car!

"Thanks." I said airily as he closed the door behind me.

"You look beautiful." He commented, raking his eyes over me. I blushed every shade of red I knew.

"Well, you cleaned up pretty good too." I said. What would a normal girl going on Her first date say?

That was all we spoke for quite awhile.

He looked slightly uncomfortable as he drove us to wherever he was driving us to.

"Haven't you driven a car before?"

"Of course I have. Okay, I have a confession to make. I may or may not have bought this car for  the occasion." He confessed uneasily.

I laughed. "Just how loaded are you?" I joked.

"Enough to buy anything your heart desires." He retorted, successfully shutting me up.

 We started off with a long drive. I love long drives and with him beside me, holding my hand, I just felt like a princess in on of those fairy tales. Sparks and tingles flew up my hand as he held it and I supressed a smile.

We stopped at a fancy Chinese restaurant. Chinese is my favourite. How did he know, I had absolutely no idea.

"How did you know I liked Chinese??" I asked, raising a quizzical brow, add he held the door open for me. He  have me an amused smile.

"I always study well before an exam sweetheart." He said. My heart soared at the endearment. 

"And who may I ask is your source?"

"That I'm afraid, is a secret I will have to take to my grave." He said, giving me a heart melting smile.

I laughed.

He started at me.

"What? Do I have lipstick on my teeth or something?" I asked panicking.

Now it was his turn to laugh. He had a loud booming laugh. Something I wanted to hear more often.

"You should laugh more often, it makes your face light up."

I blushed a deep shadE of beetroot red. "Uh, okay." I said, making him laugh again. I rolled my eyes.