My heart is stripped just for you(H2OVanoss)

Part 54 - A date? Not a fake one

Okie dokie! Here's a chapter for you, I believe it's time for it ❤️. Enjoy ^.^

P.S:
If things get by plan, the drawings are going to be in the chapter 56, and the last chapter is 57.  I got sad suddenly again 😭. Love you tho ❤️
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(Vanoss POV)
"Hey," I said, as I walked in.

He quickly turned off the PC, looking at me like a child who was just caught watching porn.

"You need something?" He asked me, fiddling with his fingers.

"Uhm, yeah... Craig booked Tyler again, and since he wants you to be the third person again I came to ask you if you want to go there. You don't have to, we can find another person-" I started, being cut off.

"With pleasure! But only if you're coming with me there," he smiled at me, perfectly going along my plan.

"Alright, so dress up," I said, walking out of his room when he stopped me.

"Like right now? But I don't have any clothes!" He complained, and I smiled softly.

"That's fine, Luke left you some. I'll bring it to you, just a sec."

I walked out of the room, going back to my room. I checked if there wasn't any tags left on the clothes, walking back to him, where I handed them to him.

"This? It's not mine," he mumbled turning the shirt in his hands.

"Smells like a new one! Oh my god, that's definitely not mine."

Shit! I should have said Craig picked it for him.

"There are no other clothes, wear this," I tried to change his mind, walking out of the room again.

I found myself be nervous, more nervous than the first time I was out with him alone on that fake date. I took a deep breath, dressing myself into more date suitable clothes, than just a sweatpants and a loose shirt.

I was already waiting for him in the hallway, sweating from the fear of things going really bad. I heard his footsteps, finally seeing him.

Damn. Sydney was right after all, this shirt is really good looking.

"I'm ready," he announced, and I slowly nodded my head.

We got into the car, driving to the nearest coast. There was already a boat prepared, everything according to my plans.

"Where are they?" He asked, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket.

"No idea," I mumbled, giving it more minutes.

"Where even are we? You know what Craig planned?" He asked me, leaning against my car, while he softly kicked into the small rocks.

"I got instructions to drive here, that's all," I replied, looking at my phone.

"Maybe they got distracted," he chuckled, looking at me for a few seconds before his eyes returned back to the rocks.

"Let me call Craig," I mumbled, faking the phone call.

"Mister Thompson, hey! Where are you? What? But you said today, Wildcat knows it's today! Alright, no, that's not a problem at all. Ok, goodbye."