Meant To Be | B.S

Chapter 3

The sunlight peaking through was what awoke me. My vision was still rather blurred, given that I didn't have my glasses on. I reached for the table, assuming that's where they'd be. I put them on regaining a proper vision.

I was still on the couch, my arms wrapped around the pillow my head was resting on. I don't remember falling asleep but someone probably got me a pillow and tucked me in.

I noticed Nick was asleep on the otherside of the couch, lightly snoring. I rummaged through the blanket I was under with hopes that I could find my phone.

I finally grabbed it and checked the time. It was around nine o'clock and I had dance practice at around ten so I figured I'd might as well wake up and get ready.

I cautiously got up from my position, not wanting to wake Nick up. I passed a hand through my wavy hair as I went up the staircase, stopping by Cole's room.

I opened the door to find him peacefully watching a film on his television. I smiled at him, "Good morning. Who set the film up for you?"

"Nathan," He says in a still groggy voice. I giggled and moved closer to him, planting a kiss on his forehead, "Call me if you need anything."

He nodded his head and smiled before turning his attention back to The Lion King. I walked out of his room, leaving his door peaked open. I walked into the room next door, mine.

I searched through my drawers, looking for something comfortable to wear. I eventually decided on a pair of black leggings and a baby pink, mesh, cropped tee.

I scratched my head as I went into the bathroom, taking a quick shower, washing my face and brushing my teeth. After drying off I put on my outfit, given it was rather hot.

I brushed through my waves and tossed my hair up into a high pony tail, letting my baby hairs and roam free. I grabbed my duffle bag from under my bed and threw in some things I'd need.

I grabbed my duffle bag and trottled down the staircase, finding Nick still peacefully asleep. I moved into the kitchen to find a shirtless Nathan and a shirtless Froy.

"Feeling confident boys?" I smirked opening the fridge and taking out a small salad.

"I guess you could take yours off too," Froy bit his bottom lip. I chuckled, throwing the salad into my bag as Nathan hit Froy playfully.

"I've got to go, alright? Can you check up on Cole when you can? And tell Nick I'll call him later," I smiled moving to peck Nathan's cheek. "See you later, Froy."

Nathan mumbled an 'okay' as I left the kitchen. I threw on my Nike rochés and made sure I had everything I needed. I opened the door and began to walk out of our lawn.

Walking or jogging were probably my favourite ways to relieve energy, after dance. When everything happened last Summer, I went running everyday, maybe it was to symbolize me running away from me? God knows.

It was only a fifteen minute walk to the dance studio and I could always use an extra warm-up. Sometimes I'd get my headphones, and sometimes I'd just let my thoughts consume me, like today.

"Carter," A faint voice pulled me out of my thoughts. It was as if it was coming from far away so I turned around. "Carter!" The voice called again, coming from across the street.

I smiled noticing the familiar curls from last night and crossed the road, carefully. "Hey Brad, what's up?" I smiled shyly, putting one of my longer baby hairs behind my ear.

"What are you doing out so early?" Brad smiled with a British accent which I was not familiar with.

"Where the hell did your accent come from?" I chuckled, getting a grip on my bag's handle. Brad shook his head, "I tried to not have it so strong last night, I was shy I guess."

"Don't, I like it," I smiled as if I was talking to a three year old. "I'm on my way to practice with my Dance group," I smiled looking up at him more cautiously.

His curls looked messier than yesterday and his eyes were rather narrowed; I figured he'd just woken up. "I was wondering, what's there to do here on a Saturday night?" He smiled at me, pink brushing his cheeks.

"There's this really good vintage diner, it's just like Pop's in Riverdale," I chuckled taking a breath, "And there's this arcade too, it's pretty cool."

Brad nervously fidgeted with the hem of his muscle tee before looking up at me, "Unless you're busy tonight, care to work for yesterday's rain check?"

My heart was fluttering; something it hadn't done in a while. I was seconds away from smiling like an idiot, "That would be awesome, Bradley."

"Should I pick you up or?" Brad said nervously rubbing the back of his neck. I couldn't help but smile at how nervous he was.

"I'll just send you my address, is that alright?" I smiled before Brad nodded. "I have to get going nut I'll see you later."

Brad smiled at me and I did the same rather quick, wanting to run and scream. I hadn't been out with a guy since Dylan and I think I'm finally okay to move on. This was going to be the best thing ever.

Just before I went into the dance studio, I looked through Brad's Instagram, searching for his number. After a reasonable amount of stalking, I finally got his number and a glimpse of a few very good photographs.

Unknown:
I live down the road from Connor's Ice-Cream shop, the corner after the supermarket. Can't wait for tonight. -Carter x

Brad:
Found my number? Hahaha anyways, can't wait to see you! I'll pick you up at seven. - Brad x

I smiled to myself before walking through the doors, ready for two hours of non-stop energy.