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"NOAH! where are you? i thought we were meeting at my house at 6:00, it's 6:12!" i yelled into the phone.

it was our first date, well i think at least. he said "wanna go to dinner with me?" and i said that i would love to.

and now i'm freaking out because one, it might not be a date, and two; he was late! noah is never late.

"i'm sorry! my mom made me change my outfit mi! like twice. i'm in the elevator right now. be there in a minute," noah said into the phone.

"okay see you soon, love you."

"love you too bebe," he said hanging up.

i was in a bralette that looked like a shirt and some flowy pants, probably the nicest thing i owned.

i was in a bralette that looked like a shirt and some flowy pants, probably the nicest thing i owned

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[not the glasses :)]

it was my favorite, and it looked quite nice.

i grabbed my phone from the counter and stood in front of the door anxiously until i heard his footsteps.

he paced in front of the door for 15 seconds before knocking.

i waited 6 seconds and then opened up for noah so look at me with hella heart eyes.

"you look amazing mila." he stared looking me in the eyes, making me blush a rose color.

"you too schnapp," i smiled and we walked out of my apartment.

"so where are we going?" i asked and noah smiled.

"it's a surprise," noah said and i rose an eyebrow. "i know this city like the back of my hand noah. where ever you take me, i'll know as soon as we take a turn."

"who says we're staying in Scarsdale?" noah asked as he guided me into a black car.

"hey juli, this is mila," noah said the driver.

"the girl who you can't stop blubbering about?" julio exposed noah who blushed.

"yes, now can we go please?" noah asked hiding his face from embarrassment.

"so you talk about me noah?" i asked elbowing his and he blushed even harder.

"of course i do, you're mila."

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