*Jamie's POV*
He asked me this morning.
I was hoping it wouldn't get too serious, I was hoping that maybe we'd be friends with benefits, or I was hoping that maybe I had a chance to... nevermind... I don't know what I was hoping for.
But Dylan asked me out this morning after our one night stand repeat. Seems like a lot, I know. But fuck, I can't help it that the man's a damn magician between the sheets.
I just need to focus on what to wear, that's what I should focus on. What should I wear? Where the hell is he even gonna take me?
I take another sip of my pop and go back to my closet. Everything is organized by category; dresses and shirts, casual and formal and all that. I flip through my closet and focus my attention on dresses. Should I wear the purple one with the glitter? No, too messy. Orange dress with the sunset design? Nah, too much cleavage. Green and blue sun dress? No, I hate this dress why do I still even have it?
Okay, fuck wearing a dress. I pull out a burgundy cami top and black shorts. A black and gold choker and burgundy high top converse should finish the look fine.
My lips curl into a smile as I lay the outfit out on my bed and get ready to do my hair and makeup. Tonight, I'm gonna look fine as hell, even if I feel like hell on the inside.
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*Dylan's POV*
Okay, here you go, Dylan. You got this.
Why am I so damn nervous? I don't know. Let's just get this over with. I knock on the door and look at the rose I bought for her. I hope she likes it... Should I unbutton the top button of this shirt? No, it should be fine. Just chill.
My mind goes numb when Jamie opens the door and I see those chocolate brown eyes and perfect smile, her face framed by a head full of dark spiral curls. Her shorts show off her well sculpted legs while her top exposes the dove and grenade tattoo next to her belly button. I've never loved that logo more than when I see it on her.
"Hey Dylan," Jamie greets brightly.
Fuck, am I staring? "Shit, sorry," I stammer. "You, um, look nice."
And I sound like an idiot.
"Thank you. You look mighty fine yourself." She bites her lip.
"Thanks. You ready to go?" I ask.
"Of course I am."
"Okay then. Let's go," I half smile. "Oh wait, I almost forgot. This is for you." I hand over the single rose. Hopefully it's a kind enough first date gesture.
Her smile brightens up like the sun itself, "Dylan, you didn't have to bring me a rose! Thank you so much. I'll go put it in some water real quick and I'll be right back out."
"No problem," I nod as she walks into her apartment and rushes back out.
I smile at her again and hold out my arm. She links her arm around mine and we walk out to the car together.
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*Jamie's POV*
"So... Where we headed?" I ask trying to break the ice. Neither of us have said barely anything on the ride to this mystery place. The only thing making this less uncomfortable is the radio. My nerves finally settle when he speaks.
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Funny Love (Hollywood Undead Fanfic) *discontinued*
Fanfiction"What if I never even see you 'cause we're both on a stage? Don't tell me to listen to your songs because it isn't the same. I don't wanna say your love is a waiting game." ~Banks, "Waiting Game"
