Somebody to Love

Chapter 1

This was it. I had a date. Goody. To be honest, I don't know how people dated. I've been on one date in my entire life and it was in the fifth grade and Daniel Stones only asked me because his older brother kept calling him gay. So he took me on a date to prove his masculinity. Every girl wants to be asked out so that a man can prove that he isn't gay. That was the first and last time I dated. And now I'm here. No closer to love. But at least I have a date and a chance. Although I doubt that a date at the burger place with your Chemistry lab partner will go anywhere.

I put on jeans and a fancier top than I usually would wear but not a dress because you shouldn't get all dressed up to go to King's Burgers. Eew. I applied red lipstick and realised I looked a tiny bit more like my mom which is nice because my mom is beautiful. And then I thought about my dad. Oh my god. My dad. He would probably cry his eyes out or something because his daughter was going on a date. My dad is the most emotional person on the planet. I swear to god, every time we watch Lion King he crys when Mufasa dies and it's annoying but it also melts your heart just a bit.

I walk down to the living room, phone and wallet in hand. My mom smiled at me as I came down and told me I looked good. I smiled broader. My mom usually doesn't tell me I look pretty not because she doesn't think I'm the most beautiful person in the world ( she's my mom- she thinks I deserve to be Miss Universe every year), but because she feels like it's bad luck to keep telling your child that they're the most precious thing you ever laid your eyes on. It would still be nice to hear it more often though. " He's in the kitchen. He looks like his life is ending," my mom tells me smiling. I groan and brace myself as I walk towards the kitchen. My mom chuckles behind me. At the stove, I see my dad, hunched over the pot, looking like he just heard that Lion King was based on a true story. " Hi papa, you okay?" He turns around to look at me and gives me that weird lip wobble smile. The one he gives me when he's proud but also sad that I'm growing up. Oh boy.

" I love you so much, don't worry about me, Brookey. You go have a good time and stay safe. Keep your phone on vibrate and text us when you get there," he said, all while his lip was still wobbling. I reassured him that I would and kissed him on the cheek and hugged my mom and walked out of the house with as much determination as I could muster.

I walked to the nearest bus stop and texted Jade, my best friend. She was freaking out for me. I was strangely calm. And obviously I went onto dissect why I was strangely calm. I came to the conclusion that I wasn't really into Thomas Fisher. I hadn't even interacted with him. And if the date didn't go well I have to see him every Tuesday and Thursday morning handling highly corrosive chemicals. But before I could change my mind, the bus arrived and I didn't want to look stupid being the only one at the bus stop and not boarding the bus. So, I did the even stupider thing and boarded it. I texted my parents that I was in the bus and tried not trip as I walked towards an empty seat.

The little girl in front of me was singing the little Einstein's song so I made my own version of it. I'm going on a date in a little red bus, zooming through the tunnels, I love my life. So I'm not the best at lyrics. I took out my headphones and played Partition by Beyoncé because Beyoncé is my queen and that song makes me feel like I am liquid electricity.

I got off the bus and took a right towards King's Burgers. I stood outside the entrance looking for Thomas so that when I walked in I didn't look like a lost goat looking for him. He was looking at the menu and ruffling his hair which made his glasses go further up his nose which kind of made him look like a young Dumbledore. I really didn't like Dumbledore. Shit.

I took a deep breath and walked into the diner and made my way over to him. He looked up and went," Hi, you look really nice." It seemed like a genuine compliment which made me pleased as shit. "Thanks, you look great as well." After which we decided to order. I had to initiate a conversation. He was wearing an MMA t- shirt. So I asked him about it and boy did it set him off. As he was talking about the joy of watching two men beat each other up I couldn't help but wonder why it was that he had asked me out. Did he even like me like me. Or was it just... I honestly have no idea why. I mean we barely even spoke.
So after he was done with his rant I asked him and he said, " well, you're not like other girls." Strike one. I felt like hyperventilating and throwing up. Not like other girls. No no no. I needed to leave. He didn't even notice my discomfort. " And I mean you're pretty as well but I felt like we would have a lot in common," he continued. Nope nope. I had nothing in common with this guy. At all. " And you don't look like you care a lot about your appearance." What the shit? How did this guy think that telling me that I didn't put in enough effort in my appearance was a compliment. I would like to look presentable thank-you very much. And I loved fashion. I did put in effort but on a daily basis I wore band t-shirts or fandom t- shirts. But I always planned my look.

I was with a guy that I didn't expect Thomas to be. I don't know why but with his spectacles and Star Wars t-shirts, he just seemed like he wouldn't be one of those people. How wrong was I?

My head started spinning and I leaned back to rest my head on my chair. I heard his concerned voice in the distance and I turned to look at his green eyes and that was that. I threw up.

" shit. Shit. SHIT," I heard him say but there was nothing that could be done. I had thrown up all over the floor of King's Burger. I saw people bring out rags. Some people looked over at me with either concern or disgust. I couldn't care less. I needed fresh air. I staggered up and thanked the employees who were cleaning up my mess and stumbled out of the diner.

Thomas followed me out and grabbed my hand. I could hear him questioning me and he seemed concerned. I was grateful but I didn't know if I wanted his concern. My throat felt dry and there were tears in my eyes. He bought me a bottle of water from the next door as I sank to the ground. And I thought to myself, " how can someone so sweet have such a horrible mentality?" I drank the water and took deep breaths.

" I'll drive you home," he said. I just looked at him which made him think I was not capable of answering. I could answer. But I didn't want to say no after everything he was doing for me. I owed it to him. Didn't I? So I got into the car and stared out of the window holding a paper bag in my hand just in case. Thomas Fisher made sure to drive slowly so that I wouldn't feel queasy. And again I thought," why am I over-reacting. He's nice. He's so nice."
He put his arm over my shoulder and walked me to my front door and rang the bell. My father opened the door and  seemed surprised then shocked and then just crazy mad.

"What did you do to her?"He boomed
"Nothing," Thomas Fisher was stammering but there was nothing I could do to save him really. My throat was raspy and my eyes were drooping. I just walked to my dad and said I was fine. And suddenly I did feel fine. Because I was with my father, the man who cried during Lion King, and thought his wife was way smarter than him and went to his kids' recitals and hated leaving his family and going for work and loved his daughters unconditionally. I told my dad what happened and he seemed sheepish.

"Thankyou for taking care of her Thomas. I appreciate it. I apologize if  I seemed a little aggressive just now."

"Nah, it's cool. Don't worry about it," he told my dad looking relieved. He then looked at me and said, Take care Brooklyn. Maybe get some rest." And then he was gone. My dad closed the door, looked me in the eye and said," you're telling me everything."

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Hii, So this is my first book ever and I would appreciate if you kept your comments as nice as possible. I know this chapter was small and seems redundant but I swear I have a reason. Thankyou for reading! I'll update soon.