I Love You

sixteen

The first week of classes was alright. It was the second week that started to bring me downhill. The first week was only introductions and syllabus work and all that. The second week we began real content. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't worse than high school.

I don't care about business. I want to paint. I was to draw. I want to design. I could barely stay awake in any of my classes. I've always had at least one type of art class every year to keep me sane, what was I going to do without one?

Sure, I wasn't going to wait until only the second week to make any rash decisions. I'm not sure if I can dedicate the next four years of my life to a business major though, I might have some problems to talk over with my mom. She is not going to be happy.

But for now I was dealing with it. It was discouraging because my roommates loved their classes and they felt at home. I felt at home in UCLA, but my classes and my classmates were nothing like me.

At least I had Billie to distract me. I'm not sure what you'd call us over the past two weeks, I'm pretty sure it's still unofficial, but I don't care. We've been hanging out a lot, sometimes going on little mini dates. She treats me like I'm the messiah, I don't get it.

I'm crazy about her. The way she taps her fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the music, even when there's no music.  When she's listening to somebody talk, the way she nods her head and it gets her hair a little tangled in her jewelry. And the fact that she's crazy about me too. I don't get it.

I woke up that Saturday in my bed at my dorm. My mom called me so I talked to her for a little while and said hi to my brothers. I told her everything was great, I was scared what she would say if I told her how I really felt.

When I went to get lunch with my roommates, I got a string of texts from Billie.

Billie<3: hiiiii angel

Billie<3: I'm getting u at 7 tonight, dont eat anything bc its a dinner thing

Billie<3: its a dinner DATE* oops

Me: do I gotta look nice?

Billie<3: u always look nice, wear what u want beautiful

A date? We never specified in the past if we were on a real date or not. My roommates snapped me out of it.

"What's on your phone that's better than us?" Nicole joked.

"I've been asked on a date," I raised my eyebrows at them with a smirk as I waited for a response. They still didn't know about Billie and I. Billie mentioned that she trusted them to know, but I just didn't feel like telling.

They bombarded me with questions to which I refused to answer. Eventually, I promised to spill as soon as I got back from the date. It's almost as if they forgot about Billie because they genuinely didn't know who it was. Dani guessed Mike, to which I cringed at, and she took it back.

I was running a little behind schedule, Billie was supposed to pick me up in half an hour and I was just getting out of the shower. It took me forever to do my homework so I lost track of time.

I wrapped my hair up in a towel around my head as I got dressed. I was wearing very loose fitting jeans, 90s style, chunky sneakers, a fitted black long sleeved shirt, and a simple necklace. After I blowdried my thick hazelnut hair, I had my hair down in a side part, the hair falling down to the right side of my face. I had a little clip above my ear on the left side just to look cute.

At this point I had about 10 minutes to put on makeup and get out of there. I put the slightest bit of foundation on, just to even out my skin tone, and I added a little blush to my cheeks and my nose. All I needed was some bomb ass mascara and some lip gloss and I was ready.

She was wearing a loose fitted flannel and jeans that were similar to mine, but with rips. Plus, of course, way too much jewelry. Billie held my thigh with one hand as she drove with the other. She tried to catch a glimpse at me every chance she got, "You look so beautiful tonight,". I blushed in response and looked down at my hands.

"I'm serious. You look fucking fly."

I laughed at her attempt to be serious for a second, "and you look hot as fuck," I finally responded with a smile. "Where are we going?" I asked, Billie was just driving to her house. I knew it was a date, we looked too good to just be going back to her house.

"There's a surprise at home," she said suspiciously through a smirk, keeping her eyes on the road. A surprise? I've been there 10 times, what could possibly surprise me?

As she pulled into the driveway, she began to explain herself. "Home alone tonight, it's just us," she eyed me as she helped me out of the car, holding my hand.

As we walked towards the door, Billie looked me up and down as she could finally see my whole appearance in the moonlight. "Damn shawtyyy," she said with a laugh, almost reaching out to touch. I rolled my eyes and opened the front door.

The house was dark except for the little lamp that was placed on the coffee table in the living room. I looked back at Billie as she urged for me to walk inside. I walked towards the light, Billie following behind me.

Billie turned music on from a speaker near by, I couldn't tell who it was but it was some really nice and slow R&B. I sat down on the couch in front of the coffee table, noticing what was actually on the table in front of me.

There were two Taco Bell bags, and two vases with a million beautiful roses in them. "For you," Billie said gesturing at the flowers as she took her seat next to me. I blushed pretty hard.

"You're adorable. And you look so pretty tonight," I commented as Billie reached for the Taco Bell bags.

She smiled at my response, "So I can't cook, and I was deserted by my family, so this will have to do," she justified the tacos as she pulled them out of the bags.

"I don't mind one bit," I let out with a smile, reaching for a taco, her effort was cute. "It's just like your first night in my neighborhood, remember?" I reminisced on the first time I hung out with Billie before the summer ended.

We laughed and enjoyed our tacos for a little while, at points we just ate and enjoyed the music.

"So, this is my shitty attempt at a date," she said.

I rolled my eyes, "shut up, this is perfect," I didn't let her finish.

"Okay okay, but there's a point to this," she added. I eyed her with a confused look. "I want you to be mine."

I smiled ear to ear, "I would love to be yours," I responded.