The Words I Never Said [editing]

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danielle

Today, Jonas is taking me on our first date. He hasn't explained anything to me, just that he'll provide dinner. And honestly that's making me nervous. I keep thinking if I'm picking the right outfit for the place he's taking me, but I don't know where the fuck it is!

I rummage through my closet, deciding on a high-low red sweater dress, black leggings underneath, and black ankle boots. The dress comes to about 3/4 above my knee, and that makes me uncomfortable, so that's where the leggings come in handy. I slip everything on, making sure it looks good put together.

It does.

I walk to the bathroom, straightening my hair, and brushing my teeth. I put on a minimal amount of makeup, just concealer, mascara, some champagne colored eyeshadow, cherry chapstick, and I wing my black eyeliner. I take a look at myself in the mirror, double checking everything looks good. When it suits my expectations, I walk back into my room. I take out a small purse, putting in my charged phone, chapstick, earbuds, sticky notes, and a pen.

I check the time on the clock hanging in my room. 7:23 pm. Jonas is going to be here in 7 minutes. I hurry down the stairs to let my mom know I'll be leaving soon. As I walk into the kitchen, I see Jessie and Mom about to finish their dinner.

"Aw... Dani. You look so pretty!" Mom says, getting up to hug me, "Are you sure you aren't going to eat something before you go?"

I shake my head, no.

I already explained to her that Jonas is going to get me something to eat, but she keeps insisting.

"Be safe okay," she says, "I love you Danielle." She squeezes me one more time before letting me go.

"You do look good Dani," Jessie says, "I hope Jonas drools over you."

We all laugh. Then the door bell rings.

"Go. Have fun," my mom says as I walk to the front door.

I open up the door, and I'm greeted by Jonas.

"Ready to go?" he asks me.

I nod my head, stepping outside. I close the door, and Jonas leads me to the Jeep. He opens the door for me, like a true gentleman, and he walks back to the driver's side. We both buckle up, and I take my phone out of my purse, texting him before he begins driving.

me: So where are we going, Mr. Mysterious?

"You'll have to wait, Mrs. So-Many-Questions," he replies.

me: I only asked you one question!

He laughs, "Touche."

He puts his phone away and starts the car, driving out of the driveway and down the street. I turn on the radio and Fall Out Boy's "The Kids Aren't Alright" comes on. I start tapping my fingers against my knees to the beat. Jonas notices and starts tapping along on the steering wheel. I smile, looking over to him.

At this moment, I take my time to examine what Jonas is wearing.

Maybe it can give me a clue as to where we might be going?

He's wearing a dark maroon fitted t-shirt, a nice looking black jacket, dark blue jeans with the bottoms rolled up, and (surprisingly) black and white Vans. His hair is styled in the messy bed head look, and I love it.

Jonas stops at a red light, and I type a message for him in Notes.

'You're wearing Vans. What has gotten into you!?'