Shane POV
"Isortofdoyeahkindofwanttomaybe," I said all in one breath. Yeah, yeah, I know. I need help with my English skills. That's not the problem right now. I want to ask Calla on a date. But I couldn't.
"Hmmhmm," Nate replied to my un-Enlgish comment.
"You're not helping!" I said. Nate looked at me confused.
"What?" he asked.
"Are you listening?"
"No, why?" he asked. I sighed and left the room. I went upstairs to my room and shut the door. I jumped onto my unmade bed and stared the sliver digital clock down. I was the Shane Gray, millions of girls worshipped me. Which was scary. I could ask Calla Howard out. I would ask Calla out. Just as soon as I went shoe shopping. I put on a pair of skinny jeans and a Hawk Nelson shirt. I put on my favorite pair of Aviator sunglasses and grabbed my cell phone. I walked down the hall way into Jason's room. He was out. I grabbed a baseball cap of his. The Yankees. Ew. Well, that's why it's a disguise. I walked downstairs passing Nick who was still sitting on the couch flipping through the channels.
"Dude, you need to get out. You're gonna be fifty and fat with a beer belly one day," I said shaking my head. He rolled his eyes. I walked out the door and down the street. I waited at the bus stop like a regular person. Taking a limo to the mall would be to suspicious and draw way too much attention. While I was waiting I thought of ways to ask Calla out. I hopped on the bus and rode it to the mall. The malls in LA were a lot different than malls in the rest of the United States. The mall had more entrances outside than inside. Everything was out in the open, like a modern, more western bazaar. I walked along the shops until I came to a shoe store. I walked inside. The cool air conditioned building made me want so badly to be able to take of my baseball cap. But I couldn't. I browsed the aisle of shoes. I kept walking down the aisle until I heard a familiar voice.
"Those do not go with your dress," said the voice. I immediately recognized it as Calla's.
"Why not!" said another, more high pitched whine. Tessa.
"You can't wear silver shoes with a black and white and hot pink dress!" Calla said. "You can…but not those! Here." The girls were obviously shoe shopping.
"What's the occasion?" I asked.
"Excuse me?" Tessa asked. I guess Calla recognized my voice because she didn't look up to answer because she was putting away the shoes.
"She's got a date with your brother, duh?" she said.
"Cal! Do you even know…oh. You're wearing a disguise." Tessa said slapping herself on her forehead. "Duh! Hey, Shane."
"You're going on a date with Nate?" I asked.
"Yeah," she smiled.
"Alrighty then, let me see the dress," I said. She picked up the white plastic JCPenny's dress bag beside her and lifted it up. It was cute, I guess. I'm a guy.
"It looks better on," Calla muttered. "Try the shoes on, Tess," she said. After about twenty minutes of searching for shoes they finally decided on a pair.
"Here," I said taking the box from Tessa, "I'll pay."
"Really?" she asked.
"Sure. Why not?"
"Thanks, Shane," Calla said later while we were chilling at Auntie Anne's Pretzels.
"It was the gentlemanly thing to do, Miss Howard."
"Whatever, Shane!" She said punching me playfully.
"Hey! You shouldn't hit gentlemen. So, Calla," I said gearing up for the big question, "What are you doing Friday night?" I sighed. I had gotten it out. I didn't even choke on my pretzel.
"Um, nothing," she said, unfortunately, she did choke, "Ahem. Why?" she asked.
"You wanna go catch a movie and get something to eat?" I asked just as Tessa plopped down at our table with her Quizno's. "Just you and me," I said nodding my head towards Tessa who looked dazed and confused.
"Of course," Calla answered.
Jason POV
Katrina, Mrs. Hayes's niece, and I were seated at a park bench eating vanilla ice cream cones. We were sharing childhood stories and we talking about Katrina's life in Ireland.
"So what's it like?" I asked referring to Ireland.
"It's really pretty. Sometimes I want to get out of there, but overall I love it," she said. "What about your band. What's it called?"
"Connect 3. Me, and my brothers Nick and Joe. We've kind become popular over the past few years. We're planning a tour for Europe," I said.
"Cool. Are you going to Dublin?" Katrina asked. I couldn't help but notice her eyes. They were a striking green.
"Uh…yeah. I think so," I said fascinated with her eyes.
"What?" she asked in her cute Irish accent. "Is there something on my face?"
"Uh…no. I was looking at your eyes," I confessed. "They're really pretty."
"Thanks," she blushed and became fascinated with her shoes.
"Katrina?" I said. "Would you like to go to the movies this weekend? And maybe to dinner?" I asked.
"Sure. I would love to, Kevin," she said. We got up and walked back home. I walked her and the dog to the front door.
"I'll see you at 6:30, on Friday, alright?" I asked.
"Great," she said.