She's Not Afraid

CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN: HEAD UP IN THE CLOUDS

CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN: HEAD UP IN THE CLOUDS

When I woke up the next day, I found myself lying on my own bed which is strange because the last thing I remember is fainting into Zayn's arms... or was that a dream?

'Made you soup. Drink up your medicine and call me if you're not feeling better yet.

-Liam'

The guy left me a note with his number in it.

I'm actually feeling really good right now... thanks to Liam I guess?

Whatever kind of medication he gave me sure made me feel like I'm on cloud nine or something...

That's why I'm going to spend this day with my head up in the clouds.

I decided to have some major fun today and not just because I feel like it but because I deserve a day to myself wherein I can freely run around like a crazy person without giving a damn about the media.

******

What do girls my age do for fun exactly?

Party all night I guess... and blind dates?

The partying comes in later, for now I'm going on a blind date!

But not as Cher Lloyd of course... that would be stupid.

I'm going for the 'geek' look today with the big glasses and braces, a ponytail and an overall.

"Hi! I'm Luigi. Nice to meet you!" My date was a nerd as well alright.

He had the same get-up as me except for my ponytail and the overalls for he was wearing suspenders, knee-length shorts and a pair of rubber shoes with long black socks plus his hair was parted at the middle.

Okay, he wins the award for the most 'tacky-looking' date ever... I apparently lost.

"Cheryl." I shook his hands.

"You're very pretty." He laughed or should I say 'snorted'.

"Well, you're very... Uh... tidy?" I'm having a hard time finding an adjective to describe this guy.

Note to self: Do NOT use the 'nerdy' disguise on a date because you probably won't attract any hotties.

"So..." I tried to think of a proper conversation to start off our date or maybe I should just bail on him while it's still early?

"I'd like to order ice cream. Would you like one too?" He asked.

"Sure." Okay, maybe I'll leave after eating the ice cream.

"Can I touch you?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"I never really get on the first base on any of my dates..." He started sobbing.

"Well, here's a tissue for your issue." I handed out a tissue which I got from the table.

"Just wondering what a girl feels like, is all." He explained.

"Try touching yourself... then you'll know what it feels like." I smiled.

"Oh, I already tried it a couple of times but I just don't feel any kind of arousal... is that normal?" Luigi asked like a kid would.

"Well, maybe you should lose the glasses and everything, in that way perhaps you'll find yourself attractive when you look at the mirror." Look who's talking.

No offense, Luigi but sometimes, reality helps.

"You mean like get naked? It doesn't really work either... may I feel your breasts, please?" He was looking at my boobs in a creepy way too.

"Why don't you just get a boob job and then touch yourself?" My voice was filled with sarcasm alright.

"It's expensive." He shrugged.

"I need to poop!" I couldn't take it anymore.

All this talk about 'first base' is boring me and is unfortunately leading to a weird topic of touching one's self.

So I had to use the toilet excuse to escape from my date.

Good thing there was a big window right above the toilet seat... which made me struggle to get out of it.

"Need a hand?" Someone offered.

"Yeah, thanks." When I looked down, I found my date staring at me which put me in an awkward situation.

"Why are you here?" I had to ask.

"This is the males' bathroom."

"Oh." Right. Things just got WAY awkward than before.

"What are YOU doing here?" He asked back.

"Um, just... cleaning... the window." For no reason.

"Oh, okay. Our ice cream has been served already." I can't believe he just bought what I said.

"Listen Luigi, you're kind of perverted and you're boring me to death. Wow, that was easy." I thought it would be hard to tell the truth but I guess not.

"If you're looking out for some real fun then why didn't you just say so? I know a place..." He then dragged me by the hand and out we went from the restaurant.

******

"A tattoo shop?" Why'd he bring me here?

"I noticed some of your tattoos in your arms and I have some too. It'd be pretty cool to get a random tattoo from your blind date right?" He said.

"No way. I don't just get 'random' tattoos. Each of them has a particular meaning to it." I crossed my arms.

"Then how about getting a small one to commemorate your worst blind date ever? I'll have your name tattooed on me as well but it has a different meaning to it."

"What meaning?" I asked out of curiosity.

"Only the best blind date that I ever had..." He grinned.

But we just met...

"Fine then but it's not because I feel sorry for you or anything... I just like the feeling of getting tattooed." Okay, I do feel sorry for him a bit and strangely, I'm quite touched about what he just said.

"I'll tell the tattoo artist that you'll be getting my name above your butt crack." He stated.

"You mean on my upper back." I corrected him.

"Yeah, that's what I just said." He chuckled nervously.

******

"Luigi, I'm all done..."

"Your boyfriend just left awhile ago, miss." The tattoo artist said.

"Oh, he's not my boyfriend. Wait, what did you just say?" He left me?!

"He left right after he finished getting his tattoo done but he did pay for yours using his credit card."

"Wait, do you have a small mirror?" I forgot to check the finished product on my back.

"Here." The guy handed me a mirror.

My jaw dropped open at what my tattoo read...

'Louis.'

That bastard just tricked me!

No wonder he looked damn familiar...

"TOMLINSON!!!" I shrieked.