When we arrived at the club, there were a lot of people there.
"Daaaaaaaamn," Emma joked, "this place is bumpin'," I laughed.
"You're cute." I said to her. What? It was true!
We entered the club and sat down at a booth.
"Wow, emma. It's your lucky day." I said sarcastically. "Look who's sitting across the room."
"Is that who I think it is? Is that… Joe Jonas? Alone? Oh my god!" oh hell no.
"Yeah, ha. Go meet him. Go on. I'll order our food. What do you want?"
"Um," she said while looking at the menu, "cob salad. Thaaaank you! I'll be right back, I promise. I won't leave you for him." She winked.
She walked away and went up to him. He looked at her up and down. I'm going to fuck him up. I heard her say something like 'what are you doing alone?' or something along those lines. Who does she think she is? Just kidding. It's only our first date. She hasn't even let me use my Bieber charm yet. Just wait. They shook hands. He said something. She shook her head and pointed in my direction. I faked a smile as he did the same. He said something else. She nodded her head this time. He wrote something down (his phone number? Shit's about to go down) on a napkin and gave it to her. They said their goodbyes, and she walked back to me. As she walked away from him, he checked her out. That's just creepy.
"Was it everything you hoped and dreamed of? Ooooh, Joe Jonas! Marry Me!" I mocked.
Before she talked, she gave me a death stare. "Yeah, it was actually. I got his number. I know you're jealous, but don't worry. You're way cuter."
"That's what I thought. I'm way better than those promise ringed brothers any day." She giggled. That's right. The Bieber Charm.
We ate our food and approached the dance floor. When we stepped on, a slow song came on. Remember my song 'First Dance'? It was like a perfect reenactment.
When the slow beat continued, we swayed with my hands on her hips and her hands around my neck.
"You are quite the charmer, Bieber." What did I fucking say? The Bieber Charm always works! "Tonight was is much fun. Possibly the best date ever."
"Why, thank you. I'd jump through hoops just to make you happy."
Should I kiss her? She probably wants me to. I mean, not to toot my own horn or anything. She's biting her lips and she keeps looking at my eyes, then my lips, then my eyes, then my lips again.
While we were swaying, I moved a strand of hair away from her face. Duh, that's what you're supposed to do!
When I was slowly leaning in, she whispered "Finally.' And pressed her lips against mine.
When we both let go, I saw her smiling at me.
"What?" I asked. Oh please, I know why you're smiling. You're head over heels in love with me.
"Oh, nothing. I just… really, really like you, Bieber." She said, and then kissed me again. Toot toot!
