Thank you for the reviews, people! This is their first date. I wouldn't consider it a date. But, you decide!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Jonas Brothers. Do posters count?
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I looked down at my phone. 4:07 it read. I was walking toward my car, my shift over at Hot Rod's Diner(Where the food is as hot as the workers!). I should call Joe and tell him I'm off. But, the least I could do was to go get cleaned up.
I drove back to my house. It was small, with only one bedroom, one bathroom, a small living room, and a small kitchen. It wasn't much, but it was perfect for someone like me. Especially when college started up again.
She stripped of her uniform and threw it into her laundry basket. She took a shower, blow dryed and straightened her hair(even though she didn't need to), and got ready. She put on her heather gray stretch scoop neck draw string hoodie(A/N: I just looked up this outfit online. It really cost about 100 dollars, but pretend in the story she bought it at Kohls or something. She's not that rich.), her dark jeans, and her gray Converse shoes. She got out her phone, and picked up the napkin with Joe's number on it.
"Hello?" a voice said at the end.
"Joe? Hi, it's Dylan." she said, sitting on a couch in her living room area.
"Good! I thought you blew me off. It's like 5." he said, and she could hear a guitar in the background.
"Well, I had to change. Who's playing the guitar?" she asked.
"Oh, uh, it's the uh, T.V. Sorry." he said, and the guitar stopped.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"Ya, why?"
"Because. You sounded a little nervous."
"I'm not. Anway, I'll come pick you up. Where do you live?"
I told him my address, and we said bye.
But wait-where was he taking me?
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DING DINGY DING DING
The doorbell rang, and I stood up.
"I wonder who it could be?" I said loudly enough for Joe to hear me through my crap of a door.
"Room service!" he said as I opened it.
"Hi! How are..." my voice trailed off as I looked at the car behind him. Sitting there was a electric blue 2008 Corvette.
"Oh. My. God." I said, as I walked past him and walked over to the car. A Corvette! In my driveway. If you would consider it a driveway.
"I hope you don't mind. I decided to take the crappy car today." Joe said, grinning as he walked up next to me.
"How did you afford this?" I asked, running my hand over the smooth blue paint. It felt cool to the touch.
"I've got my sources. Come on, get inside." he said, opening up the passengers door.
The inside was just as nice. The seats were the same color as the car; leather. Pure leather.
I looked down on the floor. There were gum wrappers, crumbs, and a Snickers bar wrapper.
"Just dont' touch anything. Or eat. I have strict rules in this baby." he said, and I lifted up the Snickers bar wrapper.
He cleared his throat. "Um, ya. Just ignore that." he said, as he lowered the roof of the car down.
"So, where are we going?" I asked him.
"Well, since their having that big fair over on the pier, I thought we could go to that." he said, turning a corner.
"Sure! That sounds like fun." I said.
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We finally got to the fair a few minutes later, with a few glances. I mean, seriously, if you saw a Corvette driving up to a fair, wouldn't you glance, too?
We got out, and started to walk.
"You look nice." he said, as I glanced over at him. He looked nice too. He was wearing jeans, black tennis shoes, a pink printed button-up shirt, and a black beanie.
"You too." I said, as we went in.
(A/N: Okay, I know NOTHING about California. I live in Missouri(bleh) so if you do live in California, and I say something completely opposite of what it really is, then tell me, and I'll fix it in the next chapters or whatever. Just no flames, please!)
"Oh my god!!!!" Joe shouted, and I felt my hand being grabbed and getting pulled by Joe toward some stand. "I love this game!" he shouted again. I looked up.
"You are so immature." I said as I looked down at the ducks that were lined up. But, he didn't seem to listen as he put down his dollar.
"Alright, pick out a duck, and what ever number you get that's the prize you win!" the old man standing in front of us said.
Joe looked at the ducks, deciding which one to choose. "It's not that hard Joe, just pick one!" I said laughing. He looked so concentrated.
"Um...THIS ONE!!!!" he yelled, picking up a purple rubber duck. The man turned the duck over, and looked at the number.
"A three! You get to choose between these two." he said, holding up a small monkey with velcro paws and a pink horse with a rainbow mane and tail.
"Which one do you want?" Joe asked, looking at me, and I looked up to meet his gorgous eyes.
"Which one do I want? Joe, you paid the money, you played the game, it's your animal." I said.
"I'm not much of an stuffed animal type of guy, so you choose." he said, hitting me with his shoulder.
"Fine. The monkey." I said, as I grabbed it. I giggled as I put it around my neck.
"Aw, isn't it cute." Joe said in a baby voice.
"Come on, I want to play some more!" I grabbed his hand and skipped.
"This game!" I shouted, as I stopped running. It was my favorite game. You know, the one with the balloons and you throw the darts? I was a genius at it.
"This game? Okay, I'll bet I could...let's go." he said quickly, walking off.
"What?" I asked, before I saw a poster of someone that looked like him. "Hey, Joe, is that-WOAH!!!!" he had grabbed me around the waist and pulled me away from the stand.
"What was that for?" I asked, and he sighed.
"Nothing. I just don't like that game. Come on, let's go on some rides." he said with a smile.
It was a few hours later, and the sun was going down.
"I'm hungery." Joe cried.
"Fine. Let's eat. If there's anything decent here." I said, walking over to the food stands.
"Corndogs!" he shouted, and ran over there.
We bought two corndogs, and ate them, while sitting on a bench. We didn't talk at all, but it wasn't wierd. It felt natural.
Joe stood up, threw away his trash, and walked over to the edge of the pier, looking at the sunset. I followed.
"Ya know, I've never really looked at a sunset before. Like really looked." he said, clasping his hands together and resting his elbows on the wood that surrounds the pier.
"Why not?" I asked, standing next to him, our shoulders and arms touching.
"I guess I've just been to busy. But it's really pretty. Reminds me of someone." he said, and I looked up at him.
"Like who?" I asked, as he looked down at me.
"Someone I know. Not very well, though." he said, as I looked forward again. After a few minutes of silence, the sun finally hit the ground, and the place went dark, except for all the lights.
"Come on, we're not done. I wanna ride the ferris wheel!" he said running off, and I ran after him. I caught up, and he started laughing.
"Slow much?" he asked.
"Hey! You took off before me!" I yelled, hitting him.
He looked like he was about to say something but someone yelling his name interupted him.
"Joe!" I turned around to see a bleached blonde wearing a really cute yellow sundress come up, and kiss Joe.
On the lips.
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OH, CLIFFHANGER!!!! Who is the girl? How will Dylan react? If you review, I'll let you know!