The Worst Roadtrip Ever

Will you be my girlfriend?

Arabella's POV

6:52 pm.

I groan, getting impatient.

Why do I have to wear this anyway?

When I opened the boxes, I found a white dress that has a sweetheart neckline and ended right above my knees. In the other box was a pair of white converse.

Beep beep

A car honking snaps me out of my thoughts. I walk out of my house and see Amelia's car in the driveway.

"Get in hoe!" she yells.

I lock my front door and get in the passenger's seat.

She drives me to the park where I see a bunch of fairy lights hung up on a tree. I make out a silhouette of a guy under the tree.

Amelia grins, "Go to the tree. No questions. Just go!"

I get out of her car and head to the tree.

"Arabella." a familiar voice says.

"Mike." I say, looking at the picnic blanket on the ground, "You planned all this?"

"Yes. But before I start talking, lets eat. I brought lasagna and of course your favorite, fries."

I grin and sit down. We eat in silence. Not a comfortable silence but not awkward silence either. Maybe somewhere in between.

"I can't take this anymore." I suddenly speak, "You can't go around taking my first kiss, calling it a mistake then doing all these sweet things. I hate your mixed signals."

Mike sighs, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to call it a mistake. I just-"

"You just what?"

"I just wanted you and I was afraid that maybe, you didn't want me. I'm sorry for doing that but I don't regret kissing you. I'm honored to be the one who took your first kiss and I hope I'll also be the last."

My heart is melting.

Mike has a serious look on his face, "Arabella, I like you. A lot. And I want to take this relationship a step higher."

"Oh my gosh." I gasp.

"Arabella Gomez I, Mike Thorne, am asking you. Will you be my girlfriend?"