Meet James Dayton. His personality can make every girl melt at their feet for him. Being sweet, caring and thinking always about others instead of being full of himself. But James has a weakness. His love for her. Aria Miller.
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3. A disaster
James Dayton's P.O.V
Standing in front of my computer, I try to think. Really hard.
"Stop stressing." Dean says, throwing himself on my bed, a bad habit of him. I swear, one day my bed will fall with him on it.
He's like a child, jumping on it.
"How? How I can't stress? I don't even know where I'm going to take Anna and the date is in five hours."
I bang my head against my deck, trying to think. Not a thing that I do often.
"Maybe a park? Or the cliche date in a restaurant?"
"Yes. That's it." I jump and almost go and hug Dean. I must be stupid for not thinking at a restaurant, the most common first date. We could find more about each other.
And eat. The most important thing.
"Seriously? I thought you'll be more original." I shrug my shoulders and smile. It's the first time, it isn't supposed to be original.
"Yes. Now let's choose the clothes and the restaurant. Wait, I know one near me. We won't have to walk long and it's elegant."
"Good." He groans, already tired of my constant talking. "Now choose your outfit."
I go towards the closet, and I look to see if I have something formal. Something like a suit, or jeans. I normally wear shirts so this is a problem, but finally, after a few minutes of continues mental talking, I choose something.
"How is this?" Looking at Dean, I show him my outfit for the date.
Jeans with a simple black shirt. The restaurant isn't that luxurious but I still need to look acceptable.
I hope she'll like it.
Going to my phone, I send her a quick message.
Wear something elegant but casual. I won't say where we're going yet.
I press 'send' after looking at it three times, making sure I didn't write something wrong or I don't sound stupid.
Well, I can't do anything about the last part but I still try to sound okay.
"It's ok, it doesn't matter anyway. You have a few more hours, let's sleep till then."
Looking at him, I sigh and agree. Sleep. This sounds good.
Placing my alarm clock near me, in case I fall asleep, I go near Dean, beginning to play video games and to look at YouTube videos.
Yes, I'm almost 18 years old.
And yes, I am mature.
Without realizing, I feel my head hitting the pillow and me going into a deep sleep.
