Chapter 12
Manda's POV
He looked like he was going to faint. It was so scary. I went to go get him a coke, to get his blood sugar up. Diabetic. Why didn't he tell me that? I would've understood, I have a cousin who's a diabetic. I really thought he was about to go into hypoglycemia or hypoglycemic comma or whatever it's called. Luckily, we got his sugar up fast enough, and he was fine. But boy did he get a ear full. "Why didn't you tell me?" I asked him annoyed. "I didn't think you'd understand" he said, scuffing down the coke. "What? Of course I would've Nick. I'm not a judgemental person. Just promise me we'll be honest from now on" I told him. "Promise" He said. "Good. Now, what do you want to do?" I asked. "Well, we could go get icecream, or like, just hang out here. But if we want it to be private, we need to go somewhere else. After all, this is our first date together" Nick said. "Confession time" I said. "Ok. Shoot" he said. "Well, this is actually my first date" I confessed. There was a silence. "Really?" he asked. "Yeah" I replied. "Well, then let's make it worth remembering. Let's have some fun" He said. "You really are a great guy. I was worried you'd be like, whoa, first date, loser" I said. "Hey, I'm not judgemental either. Mom used to have a no dating until you're 16 rule, but we kinda broke it. Well, Kevin did, and it all went from there." Nick told me. I laughed. "If dad had it his way, I'd be in the convent, or like, not being able to date until I was 35." I said. He laughed. "President's Daughter can't date no boys?" he laughed. "Hahaha. Very funny" I said sarcastically.
The two of us walked out of the club, holding hands, again. Until, a little problem showed up. The stupid secret service, was right there in the parking lot. We jumped into Nick's car, and drove away, service on our tail, me giving instructions to Nick to drive faster, go different directions and stuff. We found ourselves in a bunch of traffic, and had lost the service. Some first date, huh?
"I am so sorry" I kept apologizing. "It's okay. I understand. Really. And we've lost them. And like, I still don't get why we still have to run from them all the time" Nick said. "Well, do we want them in the back of the car, listening to us, telling us how much they loved the dinner too?" I asked. "Um. No" Nick said. "Didn't think so" I said. "So, where to?" Nick asked. "Well, icecream still sounds good" I replied. "Sounds good to me too" Nick said, flashing his gorgeous smile. Dang this boy was hot. And an amazing person. So down to earth, friendly, sweet, and hot. Oh my gosh. Don't stare at him Manda. Don't. I was starring. "Um, do I have something on my face?" Nick questioned me. I snapped out of it and looked away, out the front windshield instead of at him. "Uh, no. You don't" I replied. "You ok?" He asked. "Never better" I replied, looking at him again. And it was true. Even though tons of stuff had gone wrong, this was the best night of my life. And he could tell it really was the best night of my life too, and I wasn't lying. "I'm really glad you came tonight" He told me. "Me too" I said. By now we'd parked down the street from a Baskin Robbins. There was a silence. "I don't usually run from secret service and crawl on the floors of movie theaters and stuff" Nick said. I laughed. "I bet" I said. "But, I'd do it any day for you" he said quietly. "Really?" I asked. "Yeah" He replied. Another awkward silence. "Wanna go in?" he finally asked. "Sure" I said, and we got out of the car, and walked into Baskin Robbins, hand in hand. Whenever he grabbed my hand, it just felt so right. Like it was meant to be that way. I wasn't sure if he felt that way too, or if it was just first-date kinda syndrome or something. Whatever it was, I liked it, and I didn't want it to go away, ever.
Nick's POV
Manda was so gorgeous. How can one person be so fantasticly amazing with a wonderful personality. And for being the President's Daughter, she was very down to earth. Man, she was perfect for me. Walking hand in hand into Baskin Robbins, it just felt totally amazing. Like everything was good in the world, and it was supposed to be that way. Is this what true love felt like? Man do I want to kiss her. It is her first date, so gotta make it worth remembering, right? And remembering for me too. Tonight, I'll kiss her. Yes, it's decided. I shall do it. If the secret service doesn't find us and like bring us to the President, we get chewed out, I never get to see her again, etcetera, etcetera. Which, won't happen…maybe.
