First Love (David & Liza)

Chapter 13

October 16th / Friday

"I'll pick you up at six thirty. The reservation is for seven, so don't worry if you are not ready exactly on time." David says as he stops the car outside my house.

"First of all, I hate being late. And second... Wow! Do you really think that four hours will not be enough for me to put some clothes and a little make-up? Do you even know me?" I look at him and point to myself. He smiles.

"I'm sorry, but I actually don't know how this "dating" thing works." He blushes a little and I raise my eyebrows in surprise.

"Does that mean that this will be your first time?" I hesitantly ask and he nods. "Hmmm, interesting." I say to myself, grabbing my backpack as I get off the car.

"Why is it so interesting?" I turn around and lean on the door so I can see him through the open window.

"Because we have more things in common than I thought." His eyes widen at my statement. "Now go get ready and don't you dare be late!" I turn my back on him and start walking towards the house.

When I close the front door, I hear the roaring of his car as he drives away. The anxiety instantly overwhelms me, causing my hands to start shaking and knees to wobble. Somehow I manage to get to my room, dropping the backpack on the floor before laying on the bed with my eyes pressed tightly. If yesterday I was freaking out, today is even worse. It's like my head is going to explode from all these thoughts about tonight and I can actually hear my heartbeat in my ears. This night will change everything, I know it. It will be either amazing or destructive. Why did I agree to do this in the first place? It's so stressful! I need to talk to someone. I open my eyes and reach for the phone.

"Hi, mom!" My voice cracks a little.

"Hello, sweetie! Are you crying? What's the problem?" She always knows when something is wrong or is bothering me. Great, now I've got my mom worried.

"No, mom, I'm not crying. Yet!" I sigh. I have to tell her, she will understand. "But I do have a problem and I need you to help me." I say and sit up on the bed.

"I'm listening. What is it, sweetie?" I take a deep breath.

"I kind of have a date tonight." I hear an "Awww!" and she starts laughing. Her laughter is so carefree, so contagious that I can't help but smile.

"Oh my God, Liza! This is your first date and it's completely normal to feel nervous. I went through the same emotions before my first date with your father. The shaky and sweaty hands, the anxiety, the thousands questions." She laughs a little again. "But it all went away the minute I saw your father outside my door."

"So, you aren't mad at me?"

"Oh, sweetie, no! Why would I be mad at you, I'm so happy for you." She makes a little pause."But if I have to be honest, I'm mad at myself for not being beside you in such an important moment in your life." Now her voice cracks.

"Mom, please don't! You know that when you cry, I cry too." I feel my eyes tearing up already.

"Ok, ok, I promise I'll cry after you hang up." She sighs and clears her throat. "I hope you have a really good time. Can you call me again later to tell me how it went? And one tip from me – don't bring a jacket."

"That is a very good idea. Thanks, mom! I'll call you later. Bye!" I put the phone down and notice my hands. Surprisingly, they aren't shaking like before.

I smile, thinking what an incredible effect my mom's words had on me. My eyes land on the clock above my bed. It's only 3:45. I need a distraction or I'll get even more nervous than I am right now. The only thing I can think of is to film a video. Maybe I have to just let it all out and try to clear my mind. Plus, if it turns out to be a good one, I'll have something to post for the next week. I stand up and set the camera. I sit on the floor, wondering how exactly to do this. I'll say the usual greeting and then what? I take a deep breath and press the record button.

"Hey, guys! It's your girl, Liza! Coming at you! And I have a very interesting topic for you today. Drumroll please.... "The first date"."

I finish the video and turn the camera off. It went incredibly well. I managed to be funny and serious at the same time. I still feel nervous, but it's not like before. I look at the clock again, realizing I have only an hour left to get ready. I quickly stand up and go to the bathroom to take a shower and brush my teeth. After that I go back in my room and start dressing up. After a little fight with myself, I finally decide to let my hair down instead of making the usual messy knot on the top of my head. I grab the make-up bag and sit in front of the mirror. As I am putting the lipstick, I hear the doorbell ringing. What, I thought I have an hour! Time flies so fast! I quickly shove my wallet, phone and keys in a small black backpack and, like I always do, reach for my jacket. Nope, not tonight! Thanks, mom! The doorbell rings for a second time. I smile a little before turning down the lights. I go downstairs, but when I grab the door knob and stop to relax my heavy breathing. I close my eyes and slowly breathe in and out a few times. Don't be such a coward, just go and have fun! I open my eyes as the bell rings again. I open the door to find a smiling David standing behind it.

Suddenly all my fears and anxiety disappear and I welcome the ginormous flock of butterflies instead of the bad feelings. He is in wearing a black jeans with a plain black t-shirt combined with a black blazer, but there's something different in him. I didn't notice it in the beginning, but as I'm ogling and possibly drooling I realize that he doesn't wear a hat. His hair looks a little weird like that, all free and even more messy than usual. I have to suppress the sudden urge to run my fingers through it.

"Good evening, my princess!" He greets me with a wide smile, handling me five beautiful red roses tied up with a satin ribbon. Simple, but classy. When I reach for the flower the tips of our fingers touch just for a brief second, but it's enough to send electrifying shivers through my body, making me blush profusely.

"Good evening, David!" I smell the roses in attempt to straighten my chaotic thoughts. "Why exactly five?"

"Because this week I was lucky enough to spend time with the most amazing girl for five days in a row." I blush even harder, the butterflies in my belly going absolutely insane. This night is starting so well, that it's kind of scary.

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A / N

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