Spellbound (Kendall Jenner//gxg//interracial)

Six

Pierre

Kendall had left my apartment after a fifteen minute make out session. I smiled to myself as she had informed me to look nice for our date tonight. Not telling me where we were going, she keep me on my toes, guessing her next move.

She was nothing like I had ever imagined. The media has a way of portraying the Kardashian/Jenners as trashy or unintelligent, but Kendall just didn't live up to that image. From my experience with her, she was always so kind and just a fun person to hang out with. It was honeslty crazy to see how the media can twist things to look a certain way.

I was curious as to why she was so attached to me. She never explicitly said it, but from the little interactions we have with each other, she always came off, intrigued. Not to sound like a narcisst, but it was quite obvious the way she always got tongue tied around me.

Getting up from my couch, I checked the time on my phone. It was currently 3:14 and Kendall had promised to pick me up around 7. I decided to head into the kitchen and make a cup of coffee, still a little hung over from last night.

After I filled my cup with the black liquid, I made my way over to the unifinished painting I had set up near the window of my living room. I could see Kendall eyeing the painting when she was here, however she never asked about it, most likely to shy to aks.

I too a sip out of the mug before setting it down on the coffee table. The soft melody of Frank Ocean's Pink Matter played softly in the background. I picked up the paint pallet, hues of deep reds and blues smeared over the piece of wood.

I lightly dipped my brush inside the paint before making swift motions on the canvas. It would take me a while to make the finished project, but I wanted to use today to get some of it done. It was a gift for my sister's birthday. She had a certain liking to flowers, so thats what I was painting; an acrilyic painting of a field of flowers, arranging from red Roses to yellow Chrysanthellums.

I swaped soflty to the music as I created texture within the flowers. I had worked on the painting for about an hour before I decided to start getting ready for my date.

Kendall

''Kylie, I can't go tonight." I spoke to my sister over the phone as I shaved my legs over the bathtub.

''And why not?" She had been begging me to go with her to her boyfriend's concert tonight, but I wouldn't cancel of Pierre since I had finally scored an official date with her.

"Because, I already made plans with my friends.'' I half-way lied.

''Fine, whatever." She said, a hint of dissapointment in her voice.

"Sorry sis." I simply said while rinsing my legs with warm water.

"It's cool." Was the last thing she said before she hung up, leaving the three dial tones on the other end.

I finished shaving my legs and moved onto planning an outfit. I had picked out an red crush velvet dress that reached below my knees and was spaghetti strapped with a cowl neck. It hugged every curve on my body and I hoped it would impress Pierre.

I straightened my hair and tucked it behind my ears, slipping on some gold dangling earrings and some gold strap heels.

I looked in the mirror, trying to find any imperfections that I could correct. I couldn't deny it; I wanted to look perfect for Pierre. Understandibly, she was flawless to me, so of course I would want to appear that way to her. 

I checked my clock, which read 6:36. I grabbed my white purse before heading outside of my house and into my Range Rover on the way to pick Pierre up for our first planned date.

Pierre

I sat on my couch in my white satin dress, waiting for Kendall to arrive. I couldn't even distract myself with my phone or the tv currently playing infront of me. It wasn't that I was nervous about going on a date with supermodel; Kendall Jenner, it was that I was going on a date with a girl that I had been interested in for that past week and didn't want to make an absolute fool of myself.

The sound of the door knocking snapped me out of my thoughts of anxiety. I turned off the tv and switched off the lights before heading to the door. 

Opening the door to the other side, Kendall was dressed in a red dress that did her great justice. She stood tall and proud as she stood in the doorway; a confident smile on her face.

"Ready?" She simply asked, fiddling with her fingers. 

"Of course." I followed her to the black Range Rover that was parked in the drive way. Hopping in the passenger side, I buckled up, her doing the same. 

Japanese Denim by Daniel Ceasar softly played in the background as we pulled out of the drive way. I figured this would be a good way to start a conversation. ''I love Daniel Ceasar." I turned to her and gave her a warm smile as we drove down the empty streets of my neighborhood.

"Oh my gosh, so do I! What's your favorite song?" She brightly asked, sending the anxious feelings away. 

"Definetly A Capella.'' I answered, looking out of the side window. The bright lights of L.A. reflected on Kendall'sface, casting shades of luminescent reds and purples. 

"I love that song, but I wish it was longer.I literally play it on loop three times everytime I listen to the song.'' She laughed while turning to me, flashing her white smile. 

"What's your favorite?"

"We'll Always Have Paris.'' Her face lit up as she metioned the song. 

''It's a good song, but it takes for ever to start. The instrumental in the beginning takes forever." 

''That's the best part.'' 

''So you say.'' The bright burst of lights flashed between us. I squinted to see what was going on as we cruised towards a stop light. Men stood on the side of the car with big cameras, snapping pictures of us like we were zoo animals. I could the atmosphere in the car immediantely change, due to Kendall's groan of frustration.

''Paps." She simply said, resting her head on her hand as she waited for the light to trun green. I sunk back to my chair, trying my best not to look into the cameras. 

''I'm sorry, I should've warned you about them beforehand.'' She floored the gasp pedal as soon as the lights on the traffic light flicked green, leaving the paparazzi in the dust.

''It's fine, I understand.'' I softly said, my heart racing faster as we approached Hollywood Boulevard. I could feel her eyes burning on me, causing the heat to rise to my cheeks.

''You know, we might crash if you keep staring.'' I jokingly said, lighting up the mood in the car. 

''You're probably right, but you look really good.'' She giggled to herself, fixing her eyes back infront of her. 

''Thanks.'' I felt a burst of confident ran through me.