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Chapter 4: Dinner Date

*Bailey POV*

'George Washington attacked the...' I wrote. I felt like I was being stared at. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Luke his eyes set on me. I giggled and looked at him,"What?" I asked. "Nothing," he said. "Oh really," I said sarcastically. "Yes," he said tickling my neck. "Stop," I laughed, pushing his hand off. He still looked at me, but i felt happy. I didn't really want him to stop so I didn't say anything. We continued our work, for the project was due in 3 days.

"Dinner," called Mrs. Cavanaugh. "Coming," Luke called back. her tuned to look at me, "Let's go." He put one arm around my back and pulled me close to him before letting go. I couldn't help but smile. We took the swirly stairs down to his kitchen talking and giggling about something the whole way down. When we walked into the kitchen I saw the table set and wanted to attack the food, but that would not only be rude but also gross. "C'mon, dig in," Luke said like I was staring at it. He walked ahead and pulled out a chair, then signaled for me to sit down. He pushed it in, tickling my neck once more just to irritate me. Of course I giggled and he pulled a seat next to me from himself. I whispered to him, "Where's your dad?" "Oh, he passed a few years ago overseas," he said sadly back. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I..I...," he cut me off. "It's okay, you didn't know," he said lifting my chin to face him. "Well are you gonna eat," his mom said grabbing her keys. "Where are you going?" Luke asked. "Oh, me. I just have to run a few errands, I'll be back soon," she answered. "Oh ok. Bye, Mom," Luke said. "Bye Mrs. Cavanaugh," I waved.

Dinner was delicious. As much as I wanted it to, the Lady and the Tramp scene didn't happen. Luke was taking his last bite. "Ok, now I'm stuffed," he said leaning back into his chair. "Well you only had two mountainous plates, I mean, I don't see why you're so stuffed," I said. "You just think of it all," he said poking my side. "Uh, now I've gotta do the dishes," he complained. "I'll help you," I offered. "That's sweet, but you don't have to," he said. "No, I want to. It'll be fun. You gave me dinner, it's the least I could do." "Ok, whatever you want, but beware," he said.

We carried our plates to the sink, he washed I dried. After a little while of silence he flicked soap bubbles at me. They rested on my forehead. I stood with my mouth open a minute, and then we both started laughing. I flicked a few back and they landed on his shirt. We laughed again. He walked over, took the drying towel from me and wiped the bubbles from my head. Then he quickly tossed it onto the counter and started tickling me non-stop. I landed up against the counter and couldn't stop laughing. "Ok, ok, stop, stop," I said pushing him away playfully. We both kept smiling and he stared, yet again, at me. "Ok seriously, why do you keep staring at me?" I giggled. "What, I can't admire a beautiful girl," he said smiling. I blushed and I mean I reealllyy blushed. He walked closer and wrapped his arms around my waist. Our lips were about to touch when his mom barged through the door. he quickly let go and walked away a few steps. "Well I oughta get going, " I said to him grabbing my stuff. "Ya I'll see you tomorrow morning," he said. "Thanks for dinner Mrs. Cavanaugh." "Anytime sweatheart, drive safe," she said as I walked out the door and immediately smiled.

*Luke POV*

As Bailey walked out the door I smiled and stared, even after she left. My mom looked at me, then the door, then back at me. "What?" I asked. "Oh, nothing," she said smiling, throwing her stuff on the counter, and then walking out the room. "Your a bad liar," I called after her. I don't know what happened tonight. Everything was moving faster than me. My head, my lips, my hands, my words. Everything. I couldn't tell if I really liked Bailey or I just lost track of everything.

After my shower I lie awake in bed thinking of Bailey wondering if she was thinking about me too.

*Bailey POV*

I woke up that next morning feeling great. I got in a little trouble for not telling my parents I was staying at his house for dinner, but I apologized and promised it wouldn't happen again. I went through my morning routine. Today I wore super skinny jeans, my burgundy genius sweater from target and gray beanie. I was bumming it today.

13, 3, 45. I put in my locker combination and opened it up. I felt warm hands cover my eyes. "Guess who," Luke whispered in my ear. I wanted to turn around and finish that process of a kiss from last night. "Could it possibly be Luke," I said turning around to face him. "Yes, it possibly could," he said back. He must've not realized my locker was open because when he leaned his hand on my locker door he fell forward so we were both squished together against it. We were about to kiss again when a teacher told us to get to class. Why does everyone ruin the moment?!

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