Meant To Be | B.S

Chapter 5

I opened the door to see a frazzled Brad besides his car. It was a white toyota and it looked rather new. I assumed it was, given that he'd just moved here.

"Hey," I smiled kind of nervous. I took a glimpse of him - he was wearing black jeans and a crewneck in a dirty pink shade. His hair was curled messily on his head but it still looked perfect.

"Hey Carter. You look beautiful," He complimented. I could feel my cheeks heating up as my heart fluttered: I was smitten over a boy I had just met.

I walked into the passenger side of his car as he got into the driver's seat, "Do you like Shawn Mendes?" He asked. With that, I could already feel an attachment to him.

"Yeah. He's the best," I smiled, putting a small strand of hair behind my ear. After a few seconds, I heard 'Bad Reputation' through the speakers.

I smiled to myself as Brad started the car. The trip was silent, but a comfortable silent. He drove peacefully, his hands drumming on the wheel as if he was frustrated about something.

It was about fifteen minutes later that Brad had parked the car outside Mitch's Diner. By the time I took of my seatbelt, Brad was already on the passenger side, opening the car door.

"You don't have to do that for me Brad," I said shyly, standing out of my seat. He smiled at me, "But I want to."

"You're a real gentleman, you know that?" I giggled as we began to walk up the short staircase.

Mitch's Diner: one of my favourite places. The vintage style was so striking, especially in photographs and of course, the milkshakes were to die for.

"This place is amazing," Brad said, his accent stronger than usual. I found myself smiling like a complete idiot. "What?"

"I just really like your accent," I giggled nervously. He seemed happy at my remark, "Should we find a table?"

I nodded and followed behind him, onto one of the booths. The scene seemed quite romantic but I was comfortable.

"What do you like?" Brad asked me out of the blue. I thought to myself, "Their chocolate shakes are the best."

Brad was chuckling to himself, "That's great but uh-. I meant what do you like? What are you into?"

I face palmed myself, "God I'm such an idiot."

"That makes two of us," Brad laughed, sending me a cute smile. Hell, everything this boy did was attractive.

"I love dance and I guess I'm into photography," I shrugged, not really knowing what to say.

"I like photography too. It's like capturing a moment and getting to keep it forever, something you'll never want to forget," Brad said, almost as if reading my mind.

"Exactly. What about you though? What's your thing?" I asked him, becoming more and more intrigued into what he was saying.

"I sing, a lot actually. Music is like a way for me, you know?" He said, almost confused - he didn't know how to explain himself. "Do you sing?"

"Does the shower count?" I giggled. He laughed along too as a warm feeling consumed me at how beauiful he looked when he laughed.

The waitress was quick to approach us, perfect blonde hair in a tight ponytail and a vibrant red lipstick, "What can I get you two?"

I figured I'd let Brad order, I liked everything anyways. "Two chocolate milkshakes please. Oh, and a portion of chips please," He smiled charmingly.

"Chips?" The waitress furrowed her eyebrows, confused as to what he was saying.

"I think he means fries," I smiled at him, saving the conversation from pure awkardness. She smiled at me, "Thanks hun. I'll be out with them in a few."

"You're in America now," I chuckled, reminding him as I placed my hand on the table.

"I know, I know. Just in case I forget though, you should stay with me to remind me," He winked at me, playfully.

"So that's how you flirt?" I chuckled, teasing him. He licked his bottom lip, "It's not working is it?"

Both of us laughed, as his hand and mine brushed against one another. As cliché as it seems, I felt like from that moment, I knew that he was going to be important to me.

"Two chocolate milkshakes and a side of fries coming your way," Another waitress said as she handed us our order.

I took a sip of the delicious milkshake as Brad did with his, "So why did you come to America?"

"Well, my dad got a job offer here and it seemed ridiculous to refuse, so here we are," Brad chuckled before smiling, "I'm glad I'm here though."

"I've never been to England. It looks beautiful and I want to go more than anything," I smiled gazing outside of the skylight on the ceiling.

"Maybe one day I can take you," Brad smiled, before taking another drink of his chocolate milkshake, "Bloody hell this is good."

"The best," I chuckled at his reaction. He swallowed and looked up at me, "What's school like here?"

"Well I can't speak too much. I'm classified as an outcast, well Emma classified me as one but whatever. If I were you I'd avoid her," I shrugged, turning sour at the thought of her.

"I was hoping I could be wherever you'd be," Brad smiled at me. I could tell he meant it and it made my heart flutter, and the butterflies in my stomach soar.

"I'd really like that," I smiled, taking a bite into the perfectly cooked fry. He smiled at me, he didn't say anything, he just stared.

After a while of us bantering playfully, we were just about done with our food. We stood up and moved to the cash, an older looking male assisting us.

"That'll be ten dollars please," He said, punching in our order. I reached for my pocket to take out some money but a soft hand quickly stopped me, "I got this."

He paid the cashier and we turned around, "Thank you Brad."

We didn't even bother getting into the car. It was a five minute walk to the arcade and we wanted to spend as much time together as possible.