Chapter 14

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***Lizzy's POV***

      I wake up and I remember falling asleep with Chris. I carefully get up trying not to wake him up but when I start to walk towards the bathroom, with a blanket still covering me I hear Chris, "Hey beautiful." "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up," I apologize quickly, then soon realize what he said and I feel my cheeks burn up. "It's not your fault. I was already awake. Your cute when you blush, and you also have a habit of apologizing," Chris says starting to get up, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Sorry for... haha umm nevermind. Soooo..." crap, he's right. I always apologize. I hang my head down in shame. I guess Chris notices because he comes over to me and hugs me, "it's ok, it's cute when you do that. Wanna eat out tonight, or do you just wanna stay here and watch some Netflix?" Is Chris asking me on a date?!? "Ummm... either one is fine, it's up to you I guess," I say not knowing which he would enjoy more. "Wow, that helps me sooooo much," Chris says in a sarcastic voice. Of course I say the first thing that pops into my head, "Sorry. I guess we can eat out," crap I f***ing did it again. Chris just chuckles, "I said it's ok. How about we head out now, go to the mall or park or something before we eat?" What the hell am I gonna wear? "Ya, can we go to the park then go to the mall after we eat?" I ask realizing that he's been hugging me this WHOLE time, I pull away and sit on my bed. I just realized that all of my stuff is still on it because I've been sleeping with Chris. "Ya, we'll head out in an hour, sound good to you?" He asks. "Ya," I say and I go to the bathroom to take a shower, change, and fix my hair. After I showed I blowdry my long hair and curl it making it frame my face perfectly. I decide to go with my short, long-sleeve white dress. I walk out when I'm done and Chris goes in and does his thing. When he comes out he is wearing a TUX. Omg. He is wearing a f***ing tux. I grab my purse and he grabs my hand intertwining our finger. He stops and looks me over. He smiles, "always beautiful," he caresses my cheek once again and kisses me. Then the date begins.

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