"Our First Dance"

Chapter 4: Is It A Date?

Derek's POV:
"Bethany. I got you something."

I pulled out a white rose out of my jacket.

"OMG! Derek, these flowers are my favorite. Thank you so much."

I could notice she blushed more than ever. She looked even cuter blushing. Ugh! I really like her.

"Okay. Let's head over there."

I started the car and the whole car ride, we talked about our family. And where we came from. And a whole bunch of stuff. I felt like we were really good friends, but that's not what I wanted.

Bethany's POV:
He got me this beautiful white rose. How cute. I was not expecting that. But I feel tonight is going to go really well. I really hope he didn't see my face basically turn as red as a tomato.

A few minutes later, we arrived at the pizzeria. The smell of melted cheese and smooth tomato sauce was in the air. Yum! Derek walked to the front desk and said,

"Hello. I'm Derek. I made a reservation tonight at 4."

"Oh yes!" the man announced, "Right over here my man!"

The nice but strange man led us to our table and handed us menus.

"Your waiter or waitress will be here shortly." The man smiled.

"What do you want to eat?" Derek asked me.

"Umm.. I really want meatballs."

We both started laughing.

"Okay. I want pizza. Get whatever you want."

The way he was talking made me think he was going to pay for my meal too. That would make me think this was a date, and I really want it too.

Derek's POV:
The waitress came over to our table.

"Hello! Welcome! My name is Sandy, and I will be your waitress for tonight. Any drinks?"

"I will have a coke." I replied quickly.

"I will have a raspberry iced tea please." Bethany sounded so adorable when she said that.

The waitress left and I decided to change the mood.

"Bethany."

"Yes?"

"Can I tell you something?"

"Yes you can."

"I love your voice." I hope I didn't just make it awkard.

"Aw. Thanks." She blushed. Score another for me.

Bethany's POV:
I could feel it go from friends, to more than friends.

*The waitress came back to their table and took there order. They ate.*

Derek's POV:
"Oh my god. That was really good." She explained.

"I'm really glad you liked it. Do you want dessert?" I asked her politely.

"No thank you."

*The waitress came back and gave me the check*

"What do I need to pay?" She sounded concerned.

"Don't worry. The bill is on me."

"Derek. Come on! I feel bad.."

"No. It's on me, Beth."

She started blushing.