Jordan & Cameron - A Fanfic

"Actually Fancy,"

Jordan grins from ear to ear, "Alright, well, go put on somethin' fancy, then."

"Jordan it's almost eight-"

"So? We are night owls tonight!" He hands me the flowers and kisses my cheek, "I'm gonna go get ready, too."

"Jordan where ar-" I blush furiously.

"Hushushshshshh." He puts a finger to my lips. "Go get ready," so I obey and head to my apartment and explore the very small array of dresses that I own.

I decide to wear a creamy peach knee high dress with large lookin' ruffles from the waist down. The top of it has sparkling jewels that look like diamonds but obviously aren't because I'm not that fancy - or rich - enough for that.

I straighten my hair for about twenty minutes and decide to hurry things up. Though frustrated with my appearance and the stray baby hairs around my ears sticking up, I finish getting ready by applying some mascara and Burt's Bees Lip Balm and head out the door. I hope this look shall suffice.

See? I'm already trying to be fancy.

Right now, on the outside, I seem cool, calm and collected as I enter the elevator. However internally I am sweating like a cornered nun. It's like my soul is trying to fly out of my body and I'm trying to contain it in efforts to not convulce on the floor at Jordan's feet from fainting and simply dying.

That's how nervous I am.

I hope I smell alright. I feel like I smell like a teenage boy that doesn't know the meaning of anti-perspirant, despite my efforts of spraying myself with vanilla good smelly spray stuff and suffocating my freshly shaved pits in vanilla deoderant.

I'm so lady like it's incredible.

I laugh at my thoughts like a ninny and try to soothe my nerves and I knock on the door to Jordan's apartment.

He answers a few seconds later, "No need to knock. Just come in next time." He smiles brightly and I swoon internally.

He's wearing a suit and tie and has one of the white tulips in his chest pocket. It looks dorky but adorable because it's so big in comparison to the pocket so I touch it with my fingers but leave it there because, like the flower, Jordan is dorky and adorable and I don't want him to change who he is just because he's on a date.

He looks at me and grins, but not like the perverted grin guys like Sam do, the grin like, hey, I like the way you look and I am not going to deny myself the simple pleasures of life and no I will not try to do the frick frack with you because I have my limits.

Something like that. Hopefully.

"You look beautiful," He whispers, face a tint of pink.

I just about protest because I strongly disagree but decide against it and thank him instead.

"Shall we?" He steps to the right of me in the hall and holds out his hand for me to take it.

Shaking, I take it and we head towards the elevator...