swirl ›› cameron dallas

sixty seven

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{breanna's pov}
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I was inside my bedroom when I heard the bell ringing. Fuck, I'm late.

I quickly went downstairs and opened the door.

"Hi babe." He said kissing my cheek. "Are you ready ?"

"Well..." I said looking down at my bare feet, moving my toes.

"I got it." He replied rolling his eyes playfully and I started laughing, fully opening the door to let him walk in.

"I'm going to my bedroom to finish getting ready, do you wanna come or are you staying here ?" I asked, closing the door behind me.

"Damn Bree, I just reached and you're already inviting me to your room...can't you wait until later ?"

"How funny...then you can stay were...waiting...alone." I replied and then turned around, walking in direction of the stairs.

"Wait, I'm going with you."

He started hitting my ass playfully as we went upstairs and I glared at him over my shoulder, making him look away but as soon I turned my head to the front, I heard him laughing.

When I walked inside my room, I sat in front of the mirror and he sat down on the edge of my bed.

"Where are we going ?" I asked doing my makeup.

"I was thinking about Sushi."

"Sounds good..."

"Can I do your makeup ?" He suddenly asked observing me through the mirror.

"Sure, if I wanted to look like a clown."

"What ? I did my sister's makeup once."

"Why only once ?"

"She never let me do it again."

"Here you have your answer." I replied and he shook his head laughing.

"How is she by the way ?"

"She moved last week into my mom's house. She's living there with her husband, Brent, I don't know if you remember him."

"Yes I do. Your mom doesn't live alone anymore and that's good."

"Yeah but I'm trying to convince her to go on a date."

"Well, my mom is with George now, so your mom can also get a new man in her life. She's still young."

"I know, that's what I'm trying to do."

"And I'm done, I just need my heels and my bag and I'm ready to go." I said getting up.

"Great!" He replied getting up as well.

I put my heels on, grabbed my bag and we left the room. We went downstairs and I picked my keys from the coffee table to close the door.

He had his car parked in my driveway, so he walked next to it faster than me to open his car's door for me.

"Such a gentleman." I replied while getting in and he laughed.

"I try."

He walked around the car to get in and started driving to the restaurant. The ride was quick and we didn't talk a lot because for some reason I felt like both of us were nervous.

"And we're here." He said stopping the car.

He got out of the car and opened my door once again. He extended his hand and I grabbed it as he helped me to get up.