I was finally ready for my date.
I was wearing a sparkly white tank-top, white skinny jean, navy blue flats, and a navy blue sweater with ruffles. My hair was in a bun with a few strands of hair hanging down on the side of my head. I had a diamond necklace and diamond earrings on.
I took one last look at myself in the mirror and smiled. I thought I looked good.
I walked down the hallway and down the steps.
Nick was sitting on the couch in the living room watching the Yankees game, figures. He turned his head around just as Derek Jeter made a diving catch to end the inning.
He looked at me and smiled.
"You look nice." He said, getting up from the couch.
"Why thank you." I said, smiling.
Joe walked down the steps, wearing black skinny jeans, a white button down, and black dress shoes. His hair was straight and he was holding a single rose.
"For you." He said, holding out the rose for me to receive.
"A Rose! My favorite!" I said, taking the rose and breathing in it's scent.
"And it's red." He said, smirking.
The smile that could make my heart melt.
"The color of romance." I said, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek.
He turned his head and kissed my lips. I smiled into the kiss and he said, "Are you ready to go?"
"Yea, you look nice." I said resting my hand on his chest.
"You look beautiful." He said, emphasizing the word beautiful.
I giggled and we walked out to the limo that was waiting.
"A limo?" I asked, smiling brightly.
"Only for the best."
We got to the restaurant and we walked in.
"Joe, this is like the most romantic restaurant in town. They have outdoor dining and singing and moonlit dinners. This is the best ever!"
"I knew you'd like it. I had to make up for me treating you the way I did somehow."
"You'll never have to make up for anything because, I love you and I know you'd never do that to me."
We sat down at an outdoor table with the moonlight shining down on us. The sky was clear and there was a cool breeze. For it being the middle of summer, it was pretty cool out. A dim candle lit our table. Rose petals were spread on the floor.
"Joe-" I was interrupted by a girl that looked about the age of eighteen walked up to our table.
"Sorry to interrupt your dinner, but my name's Serena and I'm a huge fan of you, Joe."
She was wearing an extremely tight dress that was way too short and small. It was black and strapless and showed some cleavage.
Joe started staring at her, well, chest. What is he doing?!
"H-hi," He stuttered, "Um, I'm Joe."
He stood up and knocked his water all over me.
He completely ignored it and shook her hand. I got my napkin and started to dry up the water on my jeans.
I rolled my eyes and Joe started talking with Serena. Not only talking, he was flirting.
"Joe." I said.
He kept talking, I mean flirting, with Serena.
"Joe." I said, a little bit louder this time.
He still ignored me.
"Joe!" I yelled, making everyone on the patio look at me.
"Huh?" he asked, turning around.
"What are you doing?" I asked, frustrated.
"Whoa drama queen, chill." Serena said with attitude.
I just threw my napkin on the floor and stormed out of the restaurant.
I got to the Jonas house a half hour later and walked straight upstairs.
Why is Joe like this?