How To Save A Life

How to Save a Life (33)

Creepy story for you all! So I was watching Step Up the other night so I got to bed late, and I was in that place before you fall asleep but before you're awake, and all I hear is this voice out of freakin NOWHERE like "Moooolllly!"

I live near some sketchy people. As in, really sketchy. So obviously, I was like, 'oh crap!'

"Mooolly! Molly, where are you?"

Mom: "Carly?"

Me: "um, nope"

Mom: "WHO ARE YOU LOOKING FOR?!" out the window

Voice: "Mooolly! She's our dog! She's little and black, have you seen her?"

*heart attack finishes*

So some crazy person decided to ruin my sleep by looking for her dog at 11:00 at night. Balls.

Emily

There was a flash of cameras, a glimmer of smoke threading through the air from the end of a man's cigarette, tinging the air with a rather pungent smell, but I didn't mind. Even when there were fans screaming, and hundreds of people watching, I couldn't bring myself to care.

Oliver's hands were in the pockets of the tux he was wearing, black with a white shirt and a red tie, and I gave him a shy smile as his face slowly morphed from surprise to excitement and then to plain awe. He strode forwards through the lobby, meeting me a few steps from the elevator. His eyes were shining with excitement, and he smiled proudly at me. "You are unbelievably gorgeous." He admired. I took a moment to admire his attire before smiling at him.

"You're not too shabby," I teased. His lips turned up into an amused grin. "Now where have I heard that before?"

I laughed, and his hand slipped into mine as he looked down at me. I tightened my fingers in his as we made our way through the crowd, and I let out a surprised laugh when I saw the limo waiting on the curb. A man in a uniform smiled at me, opening the door. "Ms. Diamond," he said, tipping his hat as Oliver helped me inside. "Mr. Green."

"This is unbelievable," I giggled, looking around. Oliver's arm threaded around my shoulder as the chauffeur closed the door behind us. He smiled at me. "You've been in a limo before."

I leaned into his side, closing my eyes in contentment as the noise from outside faded away. "Should I bother to ask where we're going?"

"Eh," Oliver replied, shrugging. I bit back a chuckle as he continued. "I think you'll like it."

"Why are you so nervous?" I asked. He blinked. "I'm not nervous."

I shifted to face him, leaning into his side. "I can tell when you're lying," I lilted, and he ruffled his hair for the third time since we'd gotten in the car. "How?"

I bit back a smile. "Like I'd tell you,"

He gave me a playful glare and tugged on the end of my hair. "Then I'm not telling you where we're going."

"That's alright." I leaned against his arm, smiling up at him. He chuckled. "You're probably the first girl I've ever taken out who hasn't nagged about where we're going."

"If you're putting in the effort for a surprise, who am I to ruin it?" I pointed out. "And besides, you're there. You could probably take me to a strip club and I'd be happy."

He started to laugh. "You're strange, Emily Diamond."

~*~

Pandora. It was the restaurant everyone wanted to get into, it was the restaurant all the celebrities were trying out and everyone who was anyone was making a reservation for. The waiting list, I'd heard, was miles long and it took months to get accepted, as well as a hefty tip. Just last week, Brad Pitt had been rumoured to have eaten there.