A/N Hey guys, new story! :D I'm going to start dedicating my stories to people, companies, etc, so this one is dedicated to a UK charity called Baranado's they have people on the lines 24 hours for kids to phone in to talk to someone, they focus on domestic violence, alchol and drug awareness, sexual assult, etc. They always help children, and its somewhere to go if you need to relax and stuff, I just think it's a wonderful charity that always help, so yeah, if you have any Christmas money spare please donate even if its 50p everything helps!
"Mum, why do I have to go on this date!?" I moan fiddling with a strand of my hair.
"Because you have a wonderful career now with your singing, and it would be great for you to settle down and have a husband and kids, and I've known the Olivers for a very long time, there son is a very successful actor, and a right gentleman, your perfect for each other, and I want you to have someone to look after you, a man." Mum says smoothing down my skirt.
"Mum, stop fussing!" I say uncomfortable with mums constant fussing of my outfit and hair.
"Lets have a look at you!" Mum sighs, standing back. "Give us a twirl sweetie!" Mum grins.
I sigh, and do a quick twirl, my flowery skirt going out, I have a flowery skirt on, a black strappy top, I have pink high heels on. Its only 4pm, and all my 'date' told me was wear casual clothes, and that we were eating on a beach. I grab my sunglasses, and put them on.
"You look beautiful sweetie, right he's going to be here any minute!" Mum says excitedly clapping her hands. She goes downstairs like an excited puppy. I laugh shaking my head.
I check my reflection in my dressing table, I brush my hair out one more time, it falls down to my breasts in curls held tight with hairspray. My side parting is pinned up with a big pink flower clip. I have light pink eye shadow on to enlighten my eyes, and skin tone. My lips are lined with lip butter, in a pearly pink/red colour, matching my eye shadow. My eyes are enlined with soft KOHL, and mascara volumizes my eyelashes.
"Please don't be a crazy sex mad racist, please don't be some gay guy, please don't be an ugly man, please don't be a horrible self sentered man, and PLEASE be a cute, nice guy!" I say talking to my mirror.
I walk downstairs, my hand gripping the bannister, to steady myself.
I hear my mum laughing, and chatting, I hear a deep voice, and a different laugh, one I've never heard.
"It must be Beck!" I whisper to myself. I walk slowly backwards up the stairs, trying hard not to make a sound.
I stand on the middle step, walking up and down.
'What if he's ugly, what if he's horrible, what if he's sex mad, what if he just wants me because of my music?" I say to myself.
My last four boyfriends haven't exactly been the perfect boyfriends, all of them used me because I was famous, and it would make them famous, in fact since Dylan dated me, he has been in the magazines at least twice a month, and it kick started his dancing career too.
"She should be ready by now, I don't know what's taking her so long!" Mum says half heartdly laughing. I hear the clanking of her heels, on the wooden floor.
"Caterina, hurry up, Beck's here! Your holding it up on purpose aren't you!" Mum hisses beckoning me down from the stairs.
"Nnnn…oo." I stutter.
"Then come down this instant then." Mum shouts, I hurry down the stairs, and into the kitchen, I'm not looking where I'm going as I rush into the kitchen, the corner of the rug gets caught on the heel of my shoe, and I fall forwards onto what should be the floor.
'Woah, I got you." The deep voice says, helping me to my feet.
"Thanks." I whisper, looking up into his deep coffee brown eyes. His brown soft shiny long hair falls effortlessly down below his ears. His tanned skin complements his eyes, and facial features.
"Shall we go then?" He asks gently, taking my hand, in his.
I grin, looking up, "yeah," I say dreamily.