Lucky has a good life: he has his brothers, his bike, and a stable job.
Isabella is happy just where she is. She's safe, she's in college and had her family. Who cares if her parents are a little judgemental?
But when fate comes into play and they f...
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Lucky paced slowly outside the diner, checking his watch every few seconds. He didn't know why he was doing this. He had been on plenty of dates with different girls. So why was this girl so special?
5:54. He looked up from his watch, looking back down again before taking a double take. Bella was walking over to him as she crossed the road. She had a sleeveless white dress on, clutching to her small short figure perfectly. Her heels added a few inches to her height, but she was still shorter than him.
"Hi," she breathed, and Lucky shut his jaw quickly as he realised he was gawping, "Hey... you look gorgeous."
Once again, her cheeks flared red, "you don't look so bad yourself."
Lucky chuckled. He had worn a clean grey shirt and thrown his leather jacket on over it, with black jeans and his biker boots. While dressed as he usually was, he had made an effort to look his best, even getting one of his brothers to stitch up the cut on his jacket.
"Shall we?" Lucky smiled, opening the door to his truck for Isabella. She smiled, leaning in to kiss his cheek as she climbed inside the truck. He grinned, walking around to his side and climbing inside as he drove to the restaurant.
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After the date, Lucky drove Isabella home. Once the car stopped outside her house, he got out of the car quickly and going over to open the door for her. She smiled as he walked her to her door.
"So..." he rubbed he back of his neck nervously, making her smile, "I had fun tonight."
"Yeah? Me too," his face lit up, smiling brightly. She nodded, biting her lip which drew his attention to it. "You're really tall," she looked up at him.
He chuckled, "Yeah, I am. Does this help?"
He leaned down slowly so his face was merely inches from hers. He lifted a hand to cup her cheek, and she leaned into his hand, shutting her eyes. Lucky took the opportunity and leaned his head down further, pressing his lips against hers.
She sighed in relief, kissing him back slowly. He kept the kiss soft and sweet, pulling back after a minute to kiss her forehead.
"When can I see you again?" Isabella looked up at him, and he smiled, "whenever you want. I'll be there. Just call me."
"But I don't have your number," she frowned, and he winked at her, beginning to walk to his truck, "don't worry about that."
Isabella jumped as the door opened, looking back to see Vicky, "how much of that did you see?"
"Enough to have taken a million photos," her sister grinned, and Isabella rolled her eyes as she walked inside and upstairs into her room. It was when she had gotten changed into her pyjamas and into bed when her phone rang.
"Hello?" She sat up in her bed as she answered the phone. "Hm, do I have the wrong number? I was trying to call this girl, I just went on a date with her," Lucky's voice came down the phone, making Isabella grin.
"And did it go well?" She smiled, making Lucky laugh, "well, I think so. I think it went amazingly."
"I'm sure she thinks the same," she bit her lip. "Yeah. I feel a little crazy though. I met her a week ago and I can't stop thinking about her. Her curly hair, her big blue eyes..." he trailed off.
"She can't stop thinking about you either," Bella admitted quietly down the phone, before yawning and making Lucky laugh again, "I think someone's sleepy. Can I call you tomorrow?"
"You can call me anytime," she mumbled his own words back to him, and he smiled. "Okay Bella. I'll see you soon. Goodnight."
"Goodnight Lucky," She hummed, hanging up the call before falling asleep.
