Before I knew it, Aunt Libby and I were already waiting for our dates to arrive. I wondered what mine looked like. Hopefully he was better looking than the guys at my school. They look like nerds, and actually pay attention in class. You would think guys in High School would goof around, and cause trouble.
I pictured my dates hair. I imagined it really soft, and really blonde. I pictured his blue eyes. The most blue you could imagine. Then, I imagined his skin. The most pale, soft skin, the ones that look so delicate if you touch them they'll leave your mark.
Maybe my date wouldn't end up that way. I mean, he could have really greasy hair, like he hasn't washed it in weeks, his shirt could be all sullied in spaghetti sauce. His eyeglasses could have tape in the middle so they wouldn't fall off. He could have major nose allergies and would have to use nose spray every five seconds. He could have one of those annoying squeeky voices. For jeans, maybe he'd wear them all the way over his stomach.
Hopefully he wasn't like that. I want him to be what I pictured. The soft skin, blonde, blue eyes... I sighed.
"Anything wrong, twinkle-toes?" Aunt Libby asked walking over to the couch. She sat on the side of me.
I shook my head. "Just wondering what my date will look like."
"I've seen him before," Aunt Libby smiled.
I raised an eyebrow. Now you say something. "What does he look like?"
Aunt Libby shook her head. "Not telling. I want it to be a surprise."
The silence was interupted by the doorbell. Aunt Libby and I stood up, and walked torwards the door. "Ooh," Aunt Libby said. "Almost forgot."
It only took her a step to reach me. She quickly fixed my hair so that it was infront of my shoulders. She fixed the back also, so it wouldn't look frizzy. "There."
"How do I look?" I asked quickly as Aunt Libby reached for the doorknob.
"Lovely."
She turned her hand and the door open. I could easily tell which date was mine, from the size difference. The taller one went up to Aunt Libby and hugged her. They started muttering stuff to each other. I also saw him give her a bouqet of pink roses that I could smell from here. I couldn't guess how many there were.
My date walked up to me. "You must be Raven?"
I nodded, unable to speak.
He smiled and handed me a bouqet of black roses. I put them an inch away from my nose. They smelled just like Aunt Libby's did. "I'm sorry, I didn't know if you liked black. I can return them and get another color. You can have as many as you want. I wasn't sure if you-"
"Black is my favorite color," I smiled at him. "Thank you. I just need to get a vase..."
"You can use this," Aunt Libby handed me a red vase already filled with water.
I put the roses in there, then put them on the table infront of the couch.
As we walked out, my date offered me a hand. "I'm, Spencer, by the way." I put my hand in his.
We walked out, and shut the door.
"Ugh!" Jagger sighed furiously, watching the car drive down the street, from the top of the wooden staircase.
"He's such a liar," Luna said to Jagger. "That is Alexander. Spencer? Couldn't he think of a better name than that?"
Jagger looked at Luna. "That's not the problem here. The problem is that Raven's on a date who's trying to kill her!"
"What should we do?" Luna asked, still looking out the window into the sunset.
Jagger sighed, then said, "Only thing we can do. We have to go to the restaraunt and make sure Raven doesn't know we are there."
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In the car, I couldn't stop looking at Spencer. He was very distracting. Especially, now, holding my hand. He turned his head so that he was looking at me. We just sat there in back of the car, looking at each other. I wondered what he was thinking.
Five minutes later we were at the restaraunt. Spencer got out of the car first, then walked over to my side. He opened the door for me and helped me get out. Aunt Libby's new boyfriend, did the same. We all walked torwards the door.
As we opened the door, the aircondition blew at my face. It made the hair on infront of my shoulders blow to the back of them.
"Oh, Raven, this is Brad," Aunt Libby said.
Brad smiled at me. I smiled back.
The waiter let us sit at a table near the window. He handed us the menus, and ordered our drinks. He walked away, then was back two seconds later with our drinks.
"What would you like to have?" He asked Aunt Libby.
"I'd like the salad."
"Dressing?"
She shook her head.
He turned to me. "What would you like?"
"Same thing."
The waiter turned to Brad.
"Steak," Brad said. "Medium." He glanced at Spencer when he said 'medium.'
The waiter nodded once then turned to spencer.
"Steak," Spencer said.
"How would you like it cooked?"
"Bloody rare."
"Excuse me?"
I could tell Brad kicked Spencer's leg from under the table.
"Medium," Brad corrected himself.
Don't vampires like bloody steak? I thought.
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Jagger stared at Alexander.
Luna slapped his arm. "Don't stare! People are going to think that your some queer stalker."
Jagger turned his head to look at his menu. Luna looked at Alexanders brown hair. It looked so soft, it disgusted her. She looked at his green eyes, soft delicate skin. He was trouble, she knew that. Just then, Jagger hit her arm.
"What?"
"Stop staring."
"I wasn't staring.
"Then what do you call this?" Jagger turned his head torwards Alexander.
Luna blushed. "Looking."
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"I don't think I will. I think he's it. He's the special one people only find in movies and gushy romance novels. Like Heathcliff or Romeo." - Raven.