Who Knew?

Date night!

~Cece's POV~
-Getting ready for the date-
I couldn't decide on what to wear! Should I go casual or fancy? What if he thinks I'm trying to hard?

There was only one way to find out..... Call Melody!

I dialed her number quickly and asked her what she thought.

"Oh, defiantly a dress!"

"But what if he thinks I-" she cut me off.

"This is a date."

"I know that, but-"

"No buts! You are wearing a dress!"

I knew there was no use, so I didn't argue with her.

"Fine, I'll talk to you later."

"let me know how it goes!" she chirped before hanging up.

Now to find what dress.....

-Five long minutes later-

I narrowed it down to two dresses.

The first one was pink and white with lace at the top and went down to my knee.

The second one was blue with black flowers and went to my mid thigh.

I put the blue dress in front of me then the pink one.

I was tackled by someone.

"Where are you going?" Dylan asked, currently laying on me on the floor.

"I'm going on a date." Hurt crossed his face, but it vanished.

"I forgot about that, need any help?" he offered.

"Well, I cant decide what to wear."

"Definitely the pink one." he pointed at the dress on the floor.

I smiled, "I was leaning towards that one, thanks Dylan."

"No problem, C." He then walked out of my room.

-1 hour later-

I was finally done with 20 minutes to spare.

I grabbed my purse and took on last glance at myself in the mirror.

I then went down stairs where I saw Dylan chugging milk out of the carton.

"Dylan!" I scolded.

He looked at me, guilt written all over his face.

"Wow." he said.

I looked at him and blushed.

"You look-beautiful...."

"Thanks."

"So whens this lucky guy going to be here?" Dylan asked.

"Soon."

He nodded. Then said-

"If he ever hurts you, let me know."

I nodded, he's acting like my dad....

Ding dong.

he's here!!!! I ran to the door, with Dylan hot on my trail.

I opened the door.

I smiled when I saw him. "You look gorgeous."

Before I could reply, Dylan walked up to him and started to question him.

"Where are you two going?"

"Dinner then a movie..." Bryce looked at me, clearly knowing he wasn't my Dad.