Terrible idea. So stupid. Who agrees to go on a date with a bellhop of the hotel they’re staying in?! Oh me. I could run down to reception and leave a message and cancel? No that’s so mean. Plus he was really cute, but me being 16 and on a family vacation made this whole thing just so weird.
The door knocked. It was him. I looked over at my sister in a blind panic, and raced into the bathroom to check my reflection. She giggled and went to answer the door.
'Oh hello' she laughed as she opened the door to my date. I felt sick. This was my first date in the whole world. I genuinely didn't know how to act or what to do or anything!
'Your dates here!!' I heard. Ahhh fuck. I took a deep breath and looked at myself I had my long blonde hair in loose curls with not too much make up on my face. I wore my sisters black skater type dress with white collars. I breathed out and went to meet my 'date'.
No I couldn’t cope he looked so cute.
Combat boots, with dark denim jeans and a white t-shirt with a denim jacket thrown over his shoulder.
'Hi' I finally muttered.
'Well hello there' he chuckled back looking at my feet. I turned to face my sister. She winked at me and I slowly left her behind. I was terrified.
Brandon was tall. Really tall, and so handsome. He looked like your typical American prince, but he was uneasy, and visibly very nervous.
We walked out of the hotel and onto the strip having not said one word to each other. Why wasn’t he talking? Maybe he felt like the whole world could fall out of his mouth too.
'Wait' I said genuinely feeling like I could throw up for a second. I stopped dead outside the hotel.
'Are you okay?' he asked putting his arm around my waist, and making eye contact with me for the first time throughout our journey from my room to the street.
'Is it ridiculously pathetic that this is my first date?' I blurted out. Oh great. I look unbelievably cool now.
'This is your first date too!?' he laughed in shock.
'It's yours?!' I laughed in even more shock.
He nodded and took my hand.
'Right, well we'll just have to help each other through somehow won't we?' he said comforting me, and for some reason I really believed he meant well. He pulled my arm in one direction, and we began to walk down the strip. The neon lights guided us through the sinful city. I'd been here a few days, and it had already became my favourite place in the world.
'Special isn't it?' he'd noticed me staring at my surroundings.
'I just can't find the words to describe it' I was puzzled there were literally no words for it's beauty and it's tackiness.
'It's neon. Dirty neon' he chuckled.
'It literally is!'
We headed further and further don’t the strip until we came to the Bellagio.
'Dead on 9pm. You ready?' he asked. Ready? What? And suddenly the fountains shot through the air, and The Pixie's 'Here Comes Your Man' began to play. I jumped back in the shocked of it all.
'No go the barrier' he laughed pushing me forward. I held the barrier and looked up at the water dancing in sync with the music. He stood behind me, and put his hands on top of mine. I felt his neck on my breath.
'You look gorgeous by the way' he mumbled.
'Thanks' I smiled backing into him slightly. He held onto my hands and took them from the barrier and began to put his arms around my waist.
