I was shocked, to say the least. My parents were nowhere to be found. I sighed. This was so like them. I went into the kitchen and grabbed the carton of orange juice, quickly taking a gulp, and not caring that I'd never done that before. As I closed the fridge, my eyes landed on a sticky note.
"Lauren, we had to go away on business. Gone for a few days. Cash on counter. Love Mom & Dad."
Well at least I wouldn't have to explain my absence last night. I thought gratefully. I was dead tired so I took a quick, hot shower and went off to my room. It wasn't too long after my head hit the pillow that I drifted off into a deep slumber.
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Ring! Ring! Ring!
I groaned and felt around the bed for my phone, trying to press the silent button. I accidentally pressed talk and I heard Megan yelling at me to get up.
"Five more minutes!" I begged.
"Lauren! Joe is probably getting ready as we speak and you know how fast guys take to get ready. Now get your butt up and get beautified!" She yelled, followed by an abrupt click.
I checked the time. It was 6:30. Crap! I overslept. I raced into my bathroom and turned on my straightener. While I waited for it to heat up, I ransacked my closet thankful that I did laundry just the other day.
I chose a simple black dress that came off my shoulders and cut off right above my knees. I then began curling my hair, leaving it in light waves. I quickly applied eyeliner and mascara, a little bit of blush, and put a clear coat of gloss on.
As I grabbed my purse, my phone rang. Joe was calling. I answered, nervously.
"Hello?"
"Hey Lauren. It's Joe. I'm headed to your house; well I'm down the street."
I laughed at the anxiousness in his voice. Good. I wasn't the only one.
"Okay. Just knock on the door. It's the first house down Lucas Street. White, you can't miss it." He mumbled okay and we hung up. Not even two minutes later there was a knock on my door.
My breathing hitched and my heart went into overdrive. As I walked over to the front door, there were a million thoughts going through my mind. What the hell was I thinking? I didn't even know this guy. What if he was a serial killer? Or a rapist? Damnit Lauren, Why didn't you think this one through? I internally yelled at myself.
All those thoughts were chased away as soon as I opened the door. He stood there looking strikingly handsome in his jeans and button up black shirt. His hair was naturally curled, making him look beautiful, as a guy though. I couldn't help but compare it to when he woke up this morning. It was a bit messier, but made him look equally beautiful. Then I remembered how I met him and I blushed.
He must've noticed, or maybe he didn't because his eyes were wide and his mouth was slightly open. He was staring at me, his eyes roaming my body. "Beautiful," he murmured.
"Excuse me?" I smirked.
He stumbled on his words, but cleared his throat. "You look even more beautiful then I remembered." He smiled at me, his eyes never wavering.
I blushed, but held his gaze. "You don't look so bad yourself." I winked.
He grabbed my hand and led me out the door. I quickly turned to lock the door and walked down the driveway, into his car.