MIRANDA'S POV.
STARBUCKS.
I looked around and didn't see him. I called Lisa.
"He's not here," I said.
"Maybe you're early," Lisa said.
"Maybe," I said. "I'll keep looking. Bye."
"Bye," she said.
I hung up. A man ran through the door, like he was in a hurry. He ordered a drink. He examined the cafe while he waited for his order. I realized it was Will. I also saw him with a black rose. He can't be. I sat down and hid my face behind a menu. I heard footsteps come towards me.
"Hey, pretty lady," Will said.
"Hi," I said.
He sat next to me(*PICTURED*).
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"I'm your date," he answered.
"You don't have to be here if you don't want to," I said.
"I do," he said.
Will grabbed the menu from me.
"Do you want me to order for you?" he asked.
"If you want," I said.
Will did and came back with both of our orders.
"Did my friend, Lisa, put you up to this?" I asked.
"No," he said.
"Then why did you call me pretty?" I asked.
"Because you are," he answered.
"No, I'm not," I said. "I'm fat and disgusting."
"No," he said. "Don't say that!"
He grabbed my hand.
"Hey," I said. "What was the song you sung to me, last night?"
"Where the Angels Burn,'" Will answered.
"It's a beautiful song," I said.
"Not as beautiful as you," he said.
WILL'S POV.
I can't believe I'm able to see her again.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Miranda," she answered.
"Pretty name for a pretty girl," I said.
We exchanged numbers. I soon had to leave.
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William Control the Lover
Fanfiction"Why don't you go to a show with me?" she asked. "What kind of show?" I asked. "To see my favorite singer, William Control," she answered. "I don't know," I said. "Please?" she begged. "OK," I said. I wouldn't know what to expect.
