I thought about that brilliant nuit d'étonnement, which roughly translates as night of prodigy. It truly was amazing. It probably had to be the best night of my life- it flew ahead of my 16th birthday, my prom, my older brother's exciting wedding, that I'd been looking forward to for years! (They had to wait a while to build up the money to pay for everything, and I was so excited that I was going to be bridesmaid for the first time!) Even those weren't as good as that first date.

It was so great because I've never dated anyone before; no-one has ever asked me out! I used to be really upset about that, all my friends talking about going to the cinema with or their boyfriends, or going on double-dates with each other, it had made me feel excluded. Unwanted. Now- I'd had a first kiss, and a truly amazing date. Not only that but Seth was really nice, too.

I thought about how well I felt that we'd clicked. We had a lot of things in common. I got quickly used to feel his warm muscular arms around me, holding me. I liked the feeling of muscular arms, other than my dad's holding my. I had placed my head against his soft but firm chest, relishing the feeling of being protected, like being surrounded by four strong walls of a well-built castle, completely and utterly safe, by someone more willing and caring (and interactive) than a mere dog.

To be safe, in case he decided to call, I kept my cell phone on my at all times. But he hadn't contacted me yet. I still hoped he would, soon. My stomach was doing flips just thinking about it. I had the kind of desperate face on half the time, that goes with biting your nails in worry. I know I had thoroughly enjoyed last night, but did he think of it in the same way?

Luckily, I had a phone that thoroughly suited me. It had a special feature which was pacifically designed for those who couldn't see. Texts could be changed into the format of a voice, instead of reading it like I obviously couldn't, it meant that I would know what a text contained in emergencies. Although the voice sounded completely computerised and read in a very annoying, slow, spaced out sentences, with a lot of formatting time. Not only that, but it was extremely embarrassing to have this in public places, so it was only ever used when absolutely necessary.

I checked it again, although I had heard no sound. No messages or missed calls yet.

I called out for Belle; she came, wagging her tail enthusiastically, in a few seconds. I rubbed her back, and stroked her warm, plump, furry belly. She felt but nice and cuddly; I moved my hand along her body to stroke her lightly in that place that she just adores. Her tail was now wagging violently, I could tell it was soon going to knock something over, so I decided to get her out of the house and take her for a walk to pass the time. I fetched her lead, which was always kept on the window at the front door, and lead her out into the open fresh air.

It was a warm, sunny day, with a gentle breeze. Belle walked very briskly when she was a happy and hyper as this. She seemed so overjoyed and excited, I was surprised she didn't started bouncing off trees and jumping after butterflies, but I was also glad she didn't. She was now walking at a steady pace, and as usual was tugging on the lead, just slightly, which helped give me direction, I knew just to follow her and I'd be fine.

We strolled for about half an hour, taking a slightly longer route around the tall, leafy, green trees, whose branches stretched out so much and had so many branches and flat fanned out leaves, that in a light storm, hardly any of the raindrops actually touched the forest floor.

When I got back home, and opened the door, Belle freely let herself into the lounge, I heard the loud creak as the wooden door moved on its hinge, and I heard a soft dollop as Belle plunked her body on our large, comfy sofa. I sat down beside her, and she sat her head on my lap, in a usual comfortable position that suited us both perfectly. I relaxed back into the seat. I realised that I must be sitting one something, I felt along it, it happened to be the TV buttons, so I turned it on. I was quite curious about the time.

I remembered my mum telling me how to get all the channels, I felt my way up to the large, round button at the top, in the middle and pressed it. Hey presto! It was some sports channel; there was a lot of cheering going on in the back-round, thousands of 'ohhhs!' and 'awwws' in synchronism, and a cocky man with a fuzzy voice commenting on badly a player did. Well why don't you go ahead and try then, if you think he did so badly? I thought. Another thought occurred to me, which made me envious. At least he could see what was going on.

I sighed.

I moved my hand down towards the middle of the buttons, I found the group of 9 neatly placed, padded buttons, I was sure that they were the ones that had numbers for the channels written on them, and I pressed what I thought was the number 7, which I knew was the news channel.

Sure enough, a strong, controlling voice came on, reading out the headlines for today. The theme tune for the news show then came on, confirming my original train of thought, a powerful, yet tinkling noise. The news reader then read out that it was exactly 12:30 in the afternoon. This was what I had wanted to know all of that time. I was glad when I finally found out what I'd wanted to know. Though I hate watching, I mean hearing, telly, it really sucks not being able to see that face that comes with that dreary, monotone voice that is always a news reader. I turned the TV off with relief.

Feeling sleepy and slightly bored, I closed my eyes and leant back, deep into the cushions of the sofa, and cut off all connections with the world.

I never see pictures in my dreams; it's always bright colours and enchanting voices. This time I heard Seth's ravishing, angelic voice. He kept repeating something, crystal clear, it was the alluring phrase, 'you're amazing,' I froze at first, I felt amazing! Like I was floating, part of a fluffy cloud. I wanted to hear him say it again and again, I kept telling him to repeat it, and he did, like a mirror reflecting something beautiful, I felt that feeling again, but doubled. The voice...the joy...

I woke up thinking about him, Seth. My head was sore, and I was still half asleep, barely woken up, still almost dreaming.

The noise... it was the phone, that must've been why I woken up. The last thing I wanted to do was go and receive it, but I knew I must undergo getting up sometimes, so with all my strength for my body to be vertical and walked out the door into the hall, and picked the small ringing phone up off its stand.

I thought I was dreaming again when I heard it. It made me feel acquired, he'd obviously been thinking about me as well.

'Hi, Rose!' he said cheerily, like he hadn't been expecting me to pick the phone up.

'Hey Seth. How are you?'I asked.

'Never been better, thanks, and you?' he replied, 'never been better'? Wow he must be in a damn good mood!

'I'm great. What did you call me up for?' I replied, actually smiling even though no-one was watching, not even Belle with her big pitch black eyes.

'Oh. That.' he seemed nervous now. He paused for a while, and cleared his throat; the wait was making me more and more curious about his answer. 'I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date again?' I jumped up and down, and did a little happy dance. I stopped, slightly embarrassed because Belle had just walked in the room. 'You don't have to if you don't want to.'

Ohemmmgeeee! As my friend, who always spoke in abbreviated forms, would say. This was the call I had been waiting for!

'I'd love to Seth! I really would.'

'You would, that's great! I can pick you off at the bus station, well, this Saturday? '

I nodded, forgetting he wasn't there. 'Yes.'

Oh my goodness I was now really, really excited, as in little-giggly-girl-with-pink-bubble-gum excited. I was also, slightly nervous.

'Yeah sure, 7:30?'

'Yes, that's great!' I smiled again, jumping up and down slightly with excitement.

We started into a conversation about what we'd been up too all day, his tale was far more interesting than mine.

He'd been doing a photo-shoot today in a town near Seattle, and was given a pile of professionally made confectionaries- for free! There had been an interview before him in the same venue, with an ex-model, who had been working for Wendy Chuck, was now happy to have the freedom to eat as she pleased. Photos had been for beside the story in the magazine, with all the deserts to display the amount of freedom she now had to eat all of these delicious foods. Well, they didn't know what to do with all the extra cakes and buns and chocolate chip cookies and flapjacks, so they gave quite a lot of them to Seth, which is lucky for him, but he doesn't really know what to do with half of them.

I laughed lightly as he told me about it. He had been fortunate booked to take photos at a very fruitful (or yummy cakes-ful) time and place.

'Well, I see you later then?' his voice dwindled towards the end of the sentence, lowering in volume and pitch.

'Yes, talk to you soon,' I replied, the same

'Bye.'

'Bye.' I waited for a few seconds before I hung up.

The house was quiet once again.

I looked forward, walking as I thought, the song 'Saturday', by Fall Out Boy (one of the greatest bands alive), sprung to mind.

When I say
Two more weeks
My foot is in the door (yeah)
I can't sleep
In the wake of Saturday (Saturday)
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended

So what's you think. All seems to be going well- Seth and Rose both loved the big 1st date :D Yey! & they have another soon. *does a happy dance* but how will the next one go? :O

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