The next morning you woke up in such a daze. Did...Zane really ask you out on the date? No...it couldn't be. He had a girlfriend...but, then again, he had said he broke up with her...right? God, this was so confusing to you. You just wanted to call him to make sure what he said had been--
Your cell phone buzzed right on time. You looked at the number, unknowing who it was until you read the message.
Zane: Hey, there, sexy! Ready for our romantic date tonight?
You smiled. So it hadn't been all a dream. You really were going on a date with Zane.
You: I'm as ready as I'll ever be...jk :P Where's our date being held at anyways?
Zane: That is for me to know and for you to dress sexily fancy for :P
You smiled. You completely couldn't wait now. Though, you were a little concerned. What if you got all dressed up and then ended up going to Pizza Hut, er something?
You decided it didn't matter. If you were going to walk into a Pizza Place wearing a diamond dress you would. Sometimes...it's good to show off to the world.
>>Time Skip<<
The door bell rang below you as you finished getting ready to go. You hoped it was Zane. You were so ready for this...waiting to find out if you guys could actually be together or not. You had already talked to me about the whole thing and I gave you a list of things to be looking out for.
1. His clothes. Is he dressing casual or formal?
2. His smile. If it's a half smile then you can slam the door in his face. If he's shocked at first then smiles then go.
3. Watch his eyes. If he checks out any other girl besides you (or even the waitress/ waitor hehe) then get up right away and leave his punk ass.
4. If he walks you to the door, hand in hand, smiling contently all the while, then he's good.
5. And last but not least, if he slowly (slow enough for you to pull away) plants his lips on yours then tells you good night...he's a keeper.
You smiled down at the perfect fool-proofed note I had given you, tucked away in your black leather purse, and headed down the stairs.
When you opened the door, you watched Zane's face closely.
His smile had started off into a half until he saw you. Then he looked completely shocked for almost a minute before swallowing his lust and smiling wide again. "___! You...look beautiful!"
You smiled, looking down at yourself wearing http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=27762994 and then scunching your curly hair up a little more. "Thanks." Step Two... you thought, examining him. He wore http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=27763425. Aww yes. Fancy enough for what you wore. Very good.
"Shall we?" Zane asked, holding out his hands to you.
You smiled. "Yes. We shall."
>>Drive to Fancy Restaurant<< (me: LOL i was just too lazy to write in the car ride.)
When you guys finally stopped at the restaurant your eyes bugged out big. This was the most fanciest place you've ever been...and your parents do alright for themselves.
You turned to speak with Zane but he wasn't there...was this a dream after all? That was the thought that went through your mind before your door opened and Zane was two inches from your face. "Don't start looking for an escape just yet. I've only just begun."
You laughed at him and got out of the car, his arm placed around your waist. "I'm not looking for an escape. At least, not yet anyways." You teased.
He smiled. "So...have you been to the La Bella?" (me: I think I took that from Twilight haha).
You shook your head. "No. This would be my first."
He smiled. "Good. Then let me order you the finest."
Your face contorted into confusion. "Zane...how can you afford all of this?"
He looked at you as if you were crazy. "___...c'mon. We both go to private school. Don't you think that most of the people there are rich?"
"I never thought of that before. I guess...maybe it's because I'm only there on a scholar ship."
He stopped, staring at you. "You are?"
You nodded. "Yeah. Why else do you think that I don't hang out with anyone besides Kate? It's because she's the only one who isn't a bitch at the school even though she has money."
He nodded. "I guess, I never noticed."
As you guys walked into the restaurant you sighed. Step 3. You watched his face closely as you approached the manager. It was a fairly pretty girl, and you sort of felt jealous for noticing the look she gave you guys.
"Hello, Zane! Who's your friend?" she kind of gave you a suspicious look as she said the last. All you could think was, she knows him?
Zane smiled, gesturing to you. His smile wasn't like the one he shared with you. It was fake...more like the way you smiled when speaking with one of your parents' colleges. "Manda, this is ___."
When she smiled, it was more like a sneer. "Hello. Well. Right this way."
You guys followed Manda. As you did so you watched his eyes even more. He didn't check Manda out...well that was a relief so far. The anxiety wouldn't be over until after the date, though.
Manda offered you guys a table in broad view of her desk, but Zane simply steered them toward a booth away from everyone else. Behind a shelf where Manda's desk was.
"A waitress will be with you momentarily."
Zane nodded, eyes only on yours. He didn't seem to have much interest in Manda...his eyes showed a deep annoying loathe.
When Manda left you were finally able to breathe. "So...how do you know her."
"Well, if you could believe it, my family actually owns the restaurant."
Your eyes bugged out. "What?" You couldn't believe your ears. This place...is Zane's?!
He smiled, amused. "Yep. I know I said I'd buy everything, and that fact doesn't change just because we're at my family's restaurant. I'll still pay for it."
You nodded.
For the rest of the night you watched his eyes. Not once did they stray from yours, not even whilst eating. It was as if he knew what you were planning and wanted to show you that you were all he saw in his world. In fact, he was so good you were beginning to believe him.
When the night ended Zane paid for the dinner, as promised, and took your hand in his. You were so happy that he passed Step 3. Now it was time for 4 and 5.
You had realized that you had so much in common. (me: you decide what it is you guys have in common.)
When Zane turned the corner that reached your house, your heart filled with sadness. You didn't want to go. You were having fun.
He parked along the curb of your house. He got out and over to your side of the door before you could even lift your hand to let yourself out. He took your hand in his, kissing the tips of your fingers. "Have I told you, yet tonight, that you look absolutely stunning."
You blushed. "Only a few dozens." There was a smile playing on both of your guys' lips. You just wanted to kiss him. Ignore step 4 and make out. You wouldn't mind that. You've already done it before.
Zane seemed to want the same, because he lifted his hand to your cheek, caressing it slightly, before slowly pressing his lips to yours. He kissed you so passionately you thought you were going to faint. The aggressive passion that blew from him into your heart was so intense that your legs went numb and buckled beneath you. It was a good thing he had your back.
"Thanks," you said, your lips breaking since you fell.
He smiled, pecked your lips once more. "___, don't you know by now? I'll always have your back. That is, as long as you'll let me."
You debated, wondering if he did such a good job. So, he skipped step 4. Oh well. He kissed me slow enough to where I could pull away and that is all that matters in the end. You leaned up, kissed him as passionately as he had been kissing you. "Does that answer your question?"
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