Without Limits

Chapter 4: I was right about the floral.

Chapter 4
I was right about the floral.
It is 9:25 and I still don't know what to wear. For about the eighteenth time, I went into my walk in closet.

I have absolutely no idea what we are doing, or where we are going.
But it's been pretty hot the last few days, so shorts are a good idea. I went back with that in mind.

I came back out with a pair of fake, black leather shorts and a white, floral shirt. I walked into my shoe closet and took out my black Converse.

I entered the bathroom, and applied a little makeup. I bent down, opened the cupboard underneath the sink, and took out my straightening iron.

Halfway down the stairs, I stopped when I heard voices. It couldn't be my mom, she's working.

"Yes, Sir" I heard.

I looked up at the clock, 10:09. I ran down, almost tripping on the bottom step.

My dad can't be talking to Matthew, he just can't. What if he scares him off? Or tells him stupid, embarrassing things about me?

Matthew and my dad both stopped talking mid sentence, and looked up towards me as I stepped into the living room.

Matthew stood up, as did my dad. We all walked to the front door. Matthew is wearing navy shorts and a white shirt. I started narrowing down the options. It must be something simple, and casual.

"Have fun, Britney." My dad said, smiling goofily at me.

WHAT DID MATTHEW SAY TO HIM! My dad would never be this cool, about me going out on a date with a guy.

We walked outside, as my dad closed the front door, and walked towards Matthew's car. He opened the car's front door for me.

"You look really nice by the way," he said, his eyes trained on me.

"Thanks," I mumbled, turning red.

He started the car, and we drove away from my house.

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We had driven out of the city, and are now in the open country. Matthew turned the silver key and the engine turned off.

He walked around the car, walking towards my side of the car. He opened the door for me once again.

We were in a open flower meadow. Flowers of every color of the rainbow, and every shade possible, surrounded us.

The only sound around us is the sound of the wind rustling through the flowers. I was speechless. Different words come to mind, but none of them completely able to capture the beauty.

I noticed a small, blue, checkered picnic blanket lay out on the ground, with a weaved basket sitting on the top. He grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the blanket. The flowers tickling my bare legs. We sat down with the basket between us.

"This is really nice," I commented.

"I actually found it by accident. I was trying to find a campsite, when I took a wrong turn and got lost," he said, gesturing towards the open fields.

"The most amazing accident," I smiled.

"Let's play a game, to get to know a little more about each other." He seemed excited, like a child on Christmas morning.

"Sure," I answered.

"I'm going to ask you a question, you answer the question then ask me another question." He explained cheerfully.

"Okay," I said gleaming, laughter isn't the only thing that's contagious.

"What is your favorite color? Mine is green,"

I laughed at the simplicity of his question. "Azure blue," I said, hoping be didn't notice that I was referring to the color of his eyes. They change color every time I see him: sky blue, ocean blue and occasionally my favorite, azure blue.

"Have you ever ridden a horse?" I asked curiously.

"Never!" He screamed, then trembled but stopped almost immediately.

"Why not?" I complained, he turned away, not answering. "Oh my gosh!" I squealed, "you're scared of horses!"

"Kinda," he shrugged.

That was it, it is my new mission.

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A.N.

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