After my brief in counter with Sam, and thirty-six pages of my report left. I decided to head home.
"Wait! Know-it-all!" Yay. I'm so happy (note the sarcastic hint of my voice).
"What Sam?" said I, as I turned around to face him.
"I was wondering if you wanted to go and get some pizza, or something."
"Like a date?!" Puzzled was I.
"Umm, yeah, yeah, like a date." I was truly confused. I stood there in front of him and blinked a lot. Yay for me!
"Are you sure?" Great Kaci!
"Yep."
Okay, okay! Do not PANICK! "Yeah okay, sure I'll go."
"Awesome, can we meet at 'the Red Apple' at seven?"
"Sure." OMU (unicorn's people! Their awesome!)
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Since I graduated early from college, my parents have decided that I'm old enough to date. I'm seventeen and three fourths if you do the calculus right. So as I strip down and hop into the shower. I wondered what in the world would make Sam a.k.a. 'Heavy' (because of his muscles) ask me out. And I have no idea.
After my shower and my process of putting on my makeup and curling my hair. Which btw is a very cute darker purple with black high and low lights. And no I am not gothic.
I decided to wear my dark green sleeveless club dress, with my gold pumps. I must admit I look pretty good. Yeppers.
I said a quick good bye to my parents who were cooking dinner, baked lasagna. And headed out the door.
'The Red Apple' is a classy pizza parlor, with the original stone oven and counters. The Hostess greeted me with a smile and took my biker jacket.
I saw Sam and walked over his way. He was wearing a light blue, pink and purple stripped dress shirt with and purple tie, he looked nice.
"Hi." He said smiling, "You look nice."
"Thanks, not bad yourself." I chuckled at his pleased expression.
"What kind of pizza do you like?"
"Cheesy garlic."
"Garlic?" Haha his face was wrinkled.
"Yep." I said still smiling.
"How about just cheese?" He said hopefully.
"Why are you a vampire?"
"No." he chuckled, "I just don't like garlic."
'Fine." I sighed sadly, trying to make him feel guilty, it didn't work.
"Waitress one large cheese pizza and sprite to drink, please." He knows me so well.
"So."
"So?"
"What do normal dates talk about?" I asked.
"I think they talk about the weather and their week, and ask the date questions."
"Oh. Um....How was your week?"
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Live to Die
Teen FictionKaci Brooks is a seventeen year old cop. I know what you're thinking that's not possible, but darling anything is possible. Living with her parents is hard, but what is even harder for Kaci is that she graduated at the age of fifteen. (From college)...
