Starstruck *Matt Smith* (Editing)

Chapter 5

After I put everything away, I flop down on Matt's couch and close my eyes. It's been such a long day.

I shouldn't fall asleep. I should make Matt dinner for letting me stay here!

Okay, dinner, dinner. I don't generally cook, so I make something easy: Spaghetti.

I open his cupboards to find a big pot, noodles, mushrooms, tomato sauce, and the spices. I fill the large pot with water and set it to a boil. I gaze out the window, watching the sun set. Suddenly I see black.

"Guess Who?" A voice whispers goofily in my ear.

I laugh. "Well it couldn't be Matt, so it has to be Arthur, Karen, or Daniel."

He removes his hands from my eyes. "Who's Daniel?" He asks.

I turn around to face him. "He's my boyfriend," I answer, my face carrying a Duh! expression. His cheeks turn red at my explanation. Finally, I laugh again. "Of course I don't have a boyfriend. I made that up!"

"Heh," was all he could muster.

"Jealous much?" I smirk. "What did you need me for, anyway?"

"Well, I was going to ask you if you wanted to go to dinner with me," he answers.

I glance at the food resting on the marble counter. "What the hell!" I answer, tossing the oven mitts that cover my small hands onto the ground. After a moment I hastily pick them back up.

"Okay, I'll pick you up at 8," he responds, smiling cheekily. "Dress fancy."

Holy shit, I'm going to dinner with Matt Smith!

Oh my god, he's picking me up in two hours!

DAMN! I HAVE NOTHING TO WEAR!

I mentally sob.

Pull yourself together, Sofia.

Mental slap.

Yes, I do things mentally very often.

I jog upstairs, determined to be ready before 8.

I quickly shower in the bathroom attached to the room that is currently mine. I brush my hair and teeth and apply my light makeup. I speed walk to my closet and pick a fancy dress. It's a navy blue cocktail dress with thin straps and gems on the bodice (the chest if you aren't familiar). I pull my hair into a half pony tail and curl it with my wand (curling wand, not magic wand), and I quickly pull on some silver heels. I reapply my lipstick and mascara, and watch Warm Bodies, one of the movies that I have saved to my laptop.

Finally, at 8 exactly, there are four rhythmic knocks on my door. I smile and grab my clutch purse. I open the door to Matt holding a bouquet of flowers and wearing a bow tie. I giggle.

"Do I look like a doof?" he asks, chuckling.

I laugh at his comment. "No, it's cute," I say, straightening the tie and giggling again.

He hands me the flowers. "For you."

I take them and put them to my nose. Carnations, my absolute favorite. "Thank you," I respond, placing them on my dresser.

He offers me his arm. "Shall we?"

I take it. "We shall," I giggle.