Okay, so I was up waiting for The Nanny to come on TV. I had an hour to kill, and absolutely nothing interesting was on. I went to the low channels, and on 7 there was a show called Dating in the Dark. I got the idea from there. I'll try to explain it as we go on. Here goes nothing.
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LILLY'S POV
I couldn't believe Miley talked me into this. It was pathetic, no, it IS pathetic. I thought as I flopped onto the white couch. This was for some single people, who can't get a date in real life, to try and find someone they're compatible with. Someone walked into the room. She was pretty. Dark red hair, very slim, had muscle.
"Hi, I'm Trisha," She said, putting her hand out for me to grasp. I stood up and shook hands with her.
"Lilly," I said. We both sat on the couch. It was so awkward. I didn't know what to say. Soon enough, the front door opened again. She was pretty too. She had curly strawberry blonde hair, and sparkling blue eyes.
"Hey guys, my name is Melanie," She said taking a seat next to Trisha. How was I supposed to board up with these two, when I felt uncomfortable just sitting with them?
"Trisha," Trisha said, with this smile that could light up the dark room.
"Lilly," I said after clearing my throat. Melanie was in a purple summer dress. Trisha was in skinny jeans, and a blue tunic. Here I was in black cargo pants and a band tee.
"Hey girls, my name is Rossi, and I'm your experiment host. In a few minutes, all of you will be on a group date with the guys in the dark room. It's to take the pressure off of being one-on-one," Rossi briefly explained. I was scared, but still really wanted to go.
"I hope they're cute," Trisha softly squealed once Rossi left.
"It's not like you'll be able to tell. But I hope they are cute too," Melanie said. We all got up from the couches and walked to ascending staircase to the dark room. Trisha opened the door, and it truly was black. I couldn't see a thing! Someone took my hand.
"Hello ladies," A deep male voice said from the darkness. I smiled. It was a comforting kind of voice.
"I feel a chair," I said, trying to figure out how to maneuver around it. I usually have enough problems trying to walk in the broad daylight.
"There's a table, too," Melanie said, as I managed to sit down.
"The boys could have at least pulled out the chairs for us," Trisha joked. We all shared a laugh.
"I would have, if I could have been able to see them," The deep voice said again. It made me wonder if the other two even talked.
"Alright, so how about you tell us your names," Trisha said, her voice coming from all the way to the right.
"Okay. So I'm Michael," He said. His voice sounded gruff, like he had a permanent frog caught in his throat.
"I'm Oliver," The middle, deep voice said. My breath hitched, it couldn't be him. No way. No how. I mean, the name Oliver is sort of common. In college, I met at least three Oliver's. They were more than just Oken.
"Luke," An Australian accent said. Oh man. How I love accents.
"And what do you guys do?" Melanie asked across the, presumable, table.
"Well, I'm a graphic interior designer. I make what the people want the room to look like on the computer," The gruff voice said, "And, I'm not gay." We all had to laugh at that one…because that's what I thought he might be.
"I've been traveling around Europe, helping the less fortunate, not having the wonders of the world. I've just been trying to help people out there," The deep voice said. All of the girls aw-ed at that. It was pretty sweet after all. But, the Oliver I knew was expanding his 'rapping' career in Australia.
"I'm an undercover DJ for local night clubs," The Australian accent said. I wanted him, Luke was his name?
"How about you ladies. What do you girls do?" Gruffy said. I made a funny. I had to giggle.
"Well, I'm Trisha. I am a Nanny for two Upper East Side kids," Trisha said. Whoa. How come parents couldn't just watch their own kids?
"Lilly. I'm a preschool teacher," I said, my voice wavering. I didn't want to put my heart on the line, to get crushed. I was done getting my heart broken.
"I'm Melanie. I don't exactly have one career in mind. I have helped foster kids get adopted, and owned a Hippie Shop in the mall," Melanie said. She seemed like such a free spirit.
"Okay, well we should get going now," Trisha said, as we all held hands, just like I made my class of preschoolers.
"Bye girls. Can't wait to see you again," Deep voice said. We made our way to the door, and into the bright light. Whoa. My eyes just couldn't adjust. It was too much light at one time.
"I think all of them are promising, except for Michael," Trisha said, giggling.
"I think he could work," Melanie said. She sounds like one of those people who sees the bright side on everything.
"Oh, food. Let's eat," I said, seeing some egg salad sitting on the kitchen island. I dished myself out a bowl and flopped back where I was comfortable, on the white couch. Egg salad wasn't my favorite, but it was very appetizing at the moment. Trisha sat where she was before, and Melanie sat next to me this time.
"What if you had one-on-one with one of them right now, which one would you pick?" Melanie asked, in between bites of egg salad.
"Definitely Luke. His accent is very cute, and the entire undercover thing makes him kind of forbidden," Trisha said. She liked accents too.
"Well, I would take Oliver. He seemed sweet," I said, biting my lip; just like a little school girl who had a crush.
"I liked Oliver. There was just something about him," Melanie said. She made me jealous. She was cute and free spirit. She would get him, I knew it. Just as I took the last bite of my egg salad, Rossi walked into the living room, clothing in hand.
"I have a present from the guys, but before you get them you have to give something of yours over," Rossi mysteriously said, "I need your shirts."
"What?" Melanie asked. Trisha and I just looked completely shocked.
"Your shirts. There is a changing area over there, and robes," Rossi said, pointing to a closed door. Trisha was the first to get up, me and Melanie followed in suit. We all faced a different corner, stripped the shirts, and put on the robes.
"This is ridiculous," Melanie softly complained. I couldn't help but nod, as we walked out of the room.
"You can tell a lot about a person from their shirt," Rossi said handing us the boys shirts, "I'll take these right over to the guys. Enjoy."
"I would never let my boyfriend out of the house in this," Trisha said, holding up a wide striped polo shirt. I have seen that shirt before. I think in a magazine article.
"Whoa. Confidence much?" Melanie asked, eyeing the low cut V-neck.
"He's a little wide," I said, holding the button up against my body. Trisha reached for the button up; I gladly let her have it. I took the polo. I smelled it. It smelled like home, comfort, safety. I wanted this boy.
"Can I see the button up?" Melanie asked. Trisha and Melanie traded shirts. Rossi walked back into the room.
"I'm going to tell you, who's shirt is who. Then, you will be able to use the computer over there, and ask the guy of your choosing on a date," Rossi said, "Melanie, you are holding Michael's shirt. Lilly, Oliver's shirt. Trisha, you have Luke's shirt."
"I'm gonna asked Oliver," I said, walking over to the Mac. I typed a short message, asking him to the dark room. I smiled, and stepped away from the computer. I went upstairs to the bedroom; I didn't care about the other girls right now. I wanted to talk to Miley. I dialed her number. One ring, two rings, three rings, four rin-
"Hey Lil. How's it going?" Miley asked, her voice sounding more peppy than usual. I wondered if she had any sugar recently.
"It's going quite well. I was wondering if you know anything about Oliver," I said. I hadn't been interested in what Oliver had to say, since my 21st birthday. I told him I really liked him, and has said we'd never be more than just friends. I was crushed. I shut everyone out, but Miley clawed herself back into my life.
"I know he was doing some charity work in Africa and lower Europe," Miley said, sounding like she could burst from joy.
"Oh. Okay," I said, sounding a little disappointed. I mean, I still really liked him, but I wanted nothing to do with him. I didn't want to get hurt again. I haven't dated since that day, so seven years.
"Well, I have to go. Have fun. Call me tomorrow," Miley said. I can't believe how happy she was. I wondered what she had done.
"Okay. Promise Mile," I said, smiling. We both hung up. I was still scared of rejection, even though he had to show up in the dark room. It was a given.
Okay, so kind of slow start. Poor Lilly, a little naïve. Please don't tell me that they are out of character; I know. I would think that since they have gotten like ten years older, they would have matured. Don't let that little note keep you from reviewing and subscribing. There's still two more parts to it.