*Mia's POV*
Jon and I lie on my bed, listening to my music, and just talking. His arm was around me as I lie my head on his shoulder.
"Would you rather be stuck in an elevator with One Direction," He begins, "Or be locked in a closet with alive George Washington?"
"Umm, well If I was with George Washington I would probably get lectured with big old time words, so 1D. I could get sang to." I smile, and he chuckles
"Good choice. Your turn." He tells me.
"Would you rather have a viral video of you twerking and falling all over the Internet or have only a hundred views of a great video you made on YouTube?" I asked.
He sighed, "I would say Twerking, cause I'm so good at it." he joked.
"Lier." I laugh.
"I do not lie." He tells me.
"Whatever." I pat his tummy, which is showing because his shirt is, like, all the way up, "Why is shirt that up?" I asked, confused.
"Cause I'm a belly dancer." he started dancing weirdly.
I looked at him with my eyebrow rose, and he stopped, "I know I'm retarded." he laughed.
"But, yet, I love that characteristic." I tell him, kissing him.
"Is that just a fancy way of saying 'I love you'?" he asks.
I shrug, "Im not sure."
"Okay, then, cutie." he smiles, "What are we going to do today?"
"I'm not sure. What do you want to do?" I asked.
"I do not know." He said, and then got off the bed, pulling his shirt back over his stomach, "I haven't taken you out on a proper date, have I?" he questioned.
"No, not really." I sat up, shrugging.
"Well, lets go on a date, then." he took my hand, pulling me up from the bed, and to him.
"Right now? But I'm in PJs." I complained.
"Change, I'll be waiting." he kisses my cheek, and leaves my room.
I watch him go, before searching my closet. He didn't tell if it was fancy or casual so I'll just go with an in between.
I wore my black leggings, with a cute sweater, and a pair of my favorite boots.
I put my hair in a simple pony tail, with my bangs braided back, and I put in some earrings, adding my makeup.
I left, going to the living room, where Jon was watching Zoey 101 with Chelsea, "Im ready."
"Where y'all going?" Chelsea asked, looking at us.
"We're just going out." I shrug, and Jon and I tell her bye, before leaving to his car.
He opens the door for me, like a gentlemen, "Thank you." I chuckle, and he also gets in, "So, where're we going?" I ask.
"Just a little somewhere." he smirks.
"Jon, you know I hate surprises." I sigh, begging for him to tell me.
"Shh." he tells me, and he smiles.
We finally stop near a field, in a ditch.
"A field?" I ask.
"Yes, a field. Come on." he takes my hand, and we walk to an entrance, that looks somewhat familiar.
