Dear Diary

23

Chapter Twenty-Three

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   I started to get ready, crazy fast, because I spent most of the time thinking and worrying and now it is 6:30. I threw on a pair of black ripped skinny jeans, a dressy black tank top, a brown leather jacket, and a pair of black stiletto booties heels. I paired it with dark maroon lipstick and a dressy cross body bag. 

   I walked downstairs and Jenny was talking with Asher. My eyebrows pulled together in confusion. 

   "What are you doing here, already?" I asked, walking to him, my heels clacking on the hardwood. He turned around and smiled. 

   "Decided to come a little early-" he starts, standing up. "You look great, Elle." 
  
   "Uhm, thanks. Where are we going?" I question, walking up to him. He places his hands around my waist and smiles. 

   "N by NAOE," he replies and my mouth drops open. 

   "Okay, a) that places is like an hour away, and b) it is expensive," I respond, closing my mouth. He rolls his eyes. 

   "Okay...and. It is our first date, better make it special," he said, intertwining our finger and walking me to the door. He opened it for me and I walked out. This is awkward, I have to stop it. 

   "Can it please not be awkward. I love when things are fun?" I ask as we get in his car. He looks over to me and nods.

   "'Course. I don't want it to be awkward between us," he replies and I smile. I grab his AUX cord and plug in my phone. "I hate your music." I smile and roll my eyes. I put on Car Radio by Twenty One Pilots and turned it up. He looked over at me and smiled. 

   It wasn't to short after we were on the highway that the gas light went off. I looked at him, wide eyed and nervous. "Uhm, Asher. We still have like 45 minutes until we get into Miami. Please tell me we'll make it," I said. He laughed nervously and pulled off to the side of the road, plopping his head down into his hands. 

   "I'm sorry, Elle," he apologizes, his voice soft and weak. It isn't that big a deal, dang. 

   "It's okay, Asher-" I start, rubbing his back. "We'll just get a ride to the next stop and then grab a taxi." He looks over to me and smiles. 

    "Okay, uhm. Lets get out and try to get someone to stop," he says, opening his door and I scream. He jumps and closes his door. "What was that?" He was panting like he just ran a mile, hand over heart. 

   "Don't go out that way. A car can come and run you over," I reply, grabbing his hand, leading him my way. We get out and start waving and yelling. Every car passes without a glance. Then, we get lucky and a blacked out range rover pulled over. The window rolled down and this was probably the best thing so far. We didn't get stuck with a hillbilly, beer belly, guy. The guy inside the car looked like Jack Gilinsky.  

   "What are you two doing on the side of the freeway?" he asked, looking from me to Asher. Asher was getting ready to speak, but I interrupted. 

   "Well, we are going on a date and my date here, Asher, forgot to fill his car with gas and now we are stuck," I explain, looking over to Asher who was rolling his eyes. Hey, it's true. 

   "Well, go ahead and get in-" he says and Asher and I get in. Asher let's me sit in front and he sits in the middle seat in the back. "Where you headed?" 

   "Miami," Asher cuts in before I can speak. I close my mouth and place my hands in my lap. He nodded and started driving again. 

   "What's your names?" he asks, sending me a quick glance.