After Time [Twilight Fan Fiction]

10. Date

10. Date

Amarillo, TX

November 2010

(Thanksgiving Day)

Robyn

I sit on the edge of my bed staring at my hands. A towel is wrapped around my waist as I shake my head.

This is pointless.

"Knock, Knock," I hear Garrett say on the other side of my bedroom door, "let me inside, Robyn. Peter isn't here at the moment. I can help..."

I roll my eyes. How can a hundred year old male vampire help me find something to wear?

This is my first date, I don't want to screw it up by wearing something inappropriate.

"Garrett, go away. You can't help..." I trail off pushing up from the bed.

He chuckles. "I bet I can. You just need someone to help picking clothes. I know Peter well, Robyn. I know what he'll like..."

I roll my eyes stomping over to the bedroom door. Yanking the door open, I avoid Garrett's curious gaze. Garrett enters the room and locks the door behind him. He moves around the room toward my fully stocked closet. I'll never be able to repay Peter for all of the clothes. I never really thought about wearing cowgirl boots before but they are moderately comfortable.

"So, any idea what to wear?" Garrett asks as he stares at my closet. I give him a look and he rolls his eyes, "I was thinking shorts, pants, or dress?"

"Dress," I say instantly. I want Peter to understand that I'm grown. I know what I want and I want him, forever. The only way to really make him understand that is to wear a dress on our date.

"Okay, gives us something to work with," Garrett states as he digs moving through the closet in the closet. I move into the bathroom staring at my reflection. I never knew going on a date would be this nerve wrecking.

"Okay, I gave you two options..." Garrett suddenly says a few minutes later.

I enter the bedroom to see two dresses lying on the bed. There's a single blue jean jacket sitting between them. One dress is a light pink color while the other is a white dress with tiny thin straps around the shoulder. The white dress has a pair of cowgirl boots but the pink dress has a different pair of boots.

"Something told me you want Peter to take you seriously. A white dress would be something he wouldn't expect, but would give him ideas."

I turn to look at Garrett with a smile, "I like the white one. Thanks, Garrett. Now, if you can't help me with my hair, I suggest you get out."

Garrett smirks before unlocking the door and leaving the room.

I press my fingers down over the bottom of the material of the dress. This is the moment I start freaking out. The necklace sitting against my chest brings attention to cleavage just the right way. The boots make me feel just like the country girl on a farm.