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~Sammii

As I headed out of my room and down the hallway, I passed my little…sister...wait sister?

I don't have a sister.

Then I realised it was just Connor, my 5 year old brother…dressed in my mom's clothes. (1) What the hell?

That kid needs help…seriously!

I gave my brother an odd look before I carried on down the stairs.

And people call me weird?

I was about the walk into the kitchen for my chocolaty goodness that was Count Chocula when the doorbell rang.

Dammit! It's got to be him…

I started for the door, I knew it was him, I don't know how, I just did.

Freaky.

I opened the door and my eyes sort him out immediately, when they locked onto him, my heart skipped a beat. There stood Blake Hayes in all his glory, with a breathtakingly sweet smile and a single black rose. Obviously he was dressed as his usual gorgeous self.

"Raven," he said, as all I could do was gawk at him. "You look good enough to eat."

That snapped me out of my gormless state!

OH HELL! DID HE JUST SAY HE WANTED TO EAT ME?! PSYCHO MUCH? I didn't say that out loud though. Who would?

"Thanks," I replied, clearing my throat and willing my blush to go away (I NEVER BLUSH!) "You too…"

He just chuckled.

He chuckled? He better not be laughing at me!

The next thing I knew he'd grabbed my hand and we were out the door, (just had enough time to shut the door before I was whisked away) and walking down the street. The feel of his cool hand intertwined with my warm one sent shivers up my spine! We didn't talk as we walked, well not to each other…

My mind was to busy overloading, over and over it kept screaming "My God! You're on a date with Blake Hayes! Do not screw it up!!

And I just couldn't help the smile that crept onto my face; suddenly the smell of violets hit me along with a wave of desire. The slight gust of wind had blown Blake's smell over to me and it filled my senses. It was intoxicating. I loved the smell of violets, always have, always will. Is it wrong to jump him on the first date? (2)

I'd been talking to myself for so long that I hadn't realised we'd entered the cemetery that is until a bat came flying out of no where straight at me. I didn't scream, or flinch (like most preppy girls, you know those 'Oh-my-god-I-broke-a-nail' types?)(3) It just broke me out of my thoughts.

I glanced over at Blake and he had an amused smirk plastered on his face. I just wanted to turn around and say "What you laughing at punk?"(4)

It wasn't till he burst out laughing that I realised I'd spoken out loud…

Ah CRAP! Talk about making an ass of yourself! (5)

(1) My brother does actually dress in my mom's close. My house is really strange. No wonder I'm such a FREAK! And proud to be ;)

(2)Does anyone just love the smell of Palma Violets? I do. I love to eat them, and I love the smell! In actual fact it turns me on but you didn't need to know that part! Not that I'm embarrassed by that. I'm just guessing you don't want to know =D

(3)Do you know what I mean by those types of girls? There so annoying. Me? I like to get down and dirty =)

(4 I love this saying! I say it a lot! WHAT YOU LAUGHING AT PUNK!? Hehe =)

(5)I do that a lot. Make an ass out of myself I mean. Its like a profession of mine. But I just laugh it off. I'm probably one of the happiest Goths you've EVER seen! Not all Goths are morbid creatures! You stereotypical bastards! =P