I gazed blankly at the ceiling of my hotel room. What had just happened? The greatest first date in the history of first dates, and it had been ruined my own dad being way too protective over me. I turned onto my side and saw it was 2am. Right, go to sleep, and absolutely beg my dad for forgiveness tomorrow, and if that fails go and meet Brandon anyway?
Oh god Brandon. He was too beautiful. I know it may seem strange to refer to a boy as 'beautiful', but he really was. There was quality about him, and I really couldn't put my finger on what it was. It's almost as if every experience in his life is saved into his head for a greater purpose. He takes things in more than anyone I know.
What am I talking about I barely know him, but he has this look a look that says you're the only person in the world to him at the moment. No, but seriously I have to sleep.
'TELL me ALL about IT!' my sister shouted crawling into my bed.
'Urgh go away' I snapped.
There was no way she was going anywhere.
'What it everything you dreamed of and more?' she teased. I rolled my eyes, but secretly she was right.
'Dad's livid' I muttered.
'Oh shit really?!' she looked genuinely shocked. I sat up and told her about the whole date she 'aww'ed' and giggled in the right places like a good sister should. When I finished she looked as baffled as I did to why dad was so mad.
'Well, you're gonna have to pretend to be sick today if you wanna see him again?' she finally said.
'What?' I was confused.
'Just tell mum and dad you're sick and don't want to come out with the family, then sneak off and meet your bellhop boy!'
She was brilliant sometimes.
'And you'll cover for me?'
'Of course I will, silly. No point hanging around with you all day when you're just gonna be miserable.'
She had a point! She picked up our hotel phone and dialled our parent's room. Then rambled on about how I'd been sick all night and was fast asleep, and didn't need to be disturbed. I sat in shock. Why did she have my back so much with this?!
'Right, I'm off to meet mum and dad. Have fun! Tell me EVERYTHING.' She hugged me and made her way to the door.
'You really didn't have to...'
'Shut up you're my sister plus one of us has to have a Vegas romance!' she laughed.
I couldn't cope with how cool she was being about this. Oh no. what was I going to wear!?
I tried to play it cool and went with some green converse, levi shorts and a checkered shirt which was a little too big for me, but I think it looked cute.
I hopped in a taxi and made my way to Flamingo as if I had a clue where I was going.
It occurred to me that I just said Flamingo Road. Not an actual place. I started to panic when suddenly I spotted Brandon outside the Palms. I paid the driver, and went to meet my date. Oh god date.
'Hi!' I smiled.
He was wearing the same jeans and boots as yesterday, and then I noticed his shirt. His shirt was almost identical to mine. I looked at him mortified.
'Oh' he laughed
We both stood giggling sizing each other up.
'Well, it looks better on you anyway' he giggled nervously putting his arm around me.
'Who wears the same shirt on a date?!' I couldn't get over it
'Couples who have been together for 50 years or so I reckon' he said guiding me down the road.
I felt his arm drop beside my own and I felt the temptation to hold his hand, but Brandon almost read my mind and took my hand on his own. A smile slowly grew across my face. I tried to hide it, but the butterflies in my stomach were tickling and they had to have some form of release.
'So? Ice cream?' he suggested I nodded, and with the thought of ice cream it occurred to me just how hot it actually was.
Brandon lead me to a cute little diner with vintage décor covering the walls and we ordered a sundae each.
'I don't think I'll be able to eat this entire banana' he said looking dazed by the size of the sundae.
'Get it together! It won't kill you' I laughed.
He raised his eyebrows and took scoop of ice cream. I assessed my own.
'I just wanna say...' Brandon blurted almost choking on his ice cream I looked at him with concern.
'Ha! Sorry I just want to say, I'm so sorry if I got you in trouble last night' he seemed so sincere, and upset that I might have been in trouble.
'It's fine, I'm sorry if you got into any form of trouble too' I smiled.
He smiled and shook his head. He put down his spoon, and took my hand from across the table.
'Looking very cool today' he grinned. YES the casual look paid off. I smiled back.
'Well, I'm a fashion icon, obviously' I said nodded at his shirt. He laughed, and squeezed my hand.
We sat and talked in our little diner for what felt like forever. I wanted it to be forever. I told him things. Things I'd never actually said out loud. He listened as well as I was talking he was actually listening, and not just nodding along. He told me his love for music, and how he sometimes writes music.
I didn't get it. I'd known this boy 2 mins, and I was talking to him like I'd known him my whole life, and he was doing the same with me. The conversation was never-ending it just kept flowing. I didn't want to stop. I looked towards the window, and notice the sky it had turned to dusk. Shit how long had we been in this diner for?!
I grabbed his watch. It was 7pm. How had we sat here for 5 hours, and I still felt like I could sit here for longer.
'Do you have to go?' he asked.
'Probably' I muttered.
He paid for our sundaes and our multiple glasses of coke, and we made our way out of the diner.
'I got my aunts car if you want a ride?' he said leading me to the car park. I followed him. I didn't want to go back. What was wrong with me? I couldn't be this attached. We leave Vegas in a week I need to get it together.
He lead on the bonnet of his car and pulled me towards him.
'Ahh that was bold' he giggled nervously at his new fond confidence.
'Bold is good' I laughed kissing him. Now who was bold?
Our lips met and I felt his arms pull me in more. I still wasn't used to this. I tried as best as I could to mimic what I'd seen people in films do when they kissed. He broke the kiss.
'Do you have to go?' he begged.
'My parents think I'm sick! They'll be wanting to check on me!' I protested smiling.
'Please' he laughed kissing my cheek.
I looked at him and sighed.
'Let's just drive around for a little bit? Just a little?' he asked his arms still softly holding on to my waist, and there is was that look. I was the only person in the world to him at that moment, and he was to me.
My dad was going to kill me.
