Hi. This is written by 1000Years1 hope you enjoy:)
Chapter Two
Nina
I don't remember most of that night. But, in case some of you are wondering, here's the explanation I got from Amber.
"Oh. My. God. You two hit it off so well! At first, you were shy, but then you started drinking and you got to know each other! Don't worry, nothing sexual happened, but Oh-Em-Gee it was so cute!" So now, I'm sitting in my apartment, trying to remember what on earth went down. And I'll admit, I was kind of waiting for a phone call from a certain brown haired Brit. It killed me inside that I wanted to spend more time with this guy. Love is a tradigity. It's a disastor. It never works. And, unfortunately, I'm one of the only girls who knows it.
So, yeah. I'm sitting upside-down, watching whatever movie was on TV. It had something to do with chickens and, of course, love. How come in every movie there's a love story? It's never the happy singleton who vows to never fall in love and doesn't. There will always be a happy singleton, who ends up realizing that all they ever really wanted is love, blah blah blah. Well, not me. I'll get to know this guy, maybe even go on a few dates. But Fabian Rutter was not going to steal my heart.
My phone rang. Normally, I don't care, but it woke me up from a blissful nap.
"Hello?" I called, clicking the green button thingy.
"Hey, Nina. It's Fabian," The voice says on the other line. My heart rate excels and butterflies grow in my stomach. Cut it out, Nina!
"Oh, hi," I replied, sitting up from my laying position and running my fingers through my hair.
"Um, I was, uh, wondering if you'd want to go out to dinner tonight?" He stuttered. Despite my internal hatred for myself about what I was about to say, I smiled.
"I'd love to," I say, brushing my hair behind my ear.
"Great. Pick you up at seven tonight?" He asked. I could hear a smile in his voice.
"Sounds good," I say.
"Alright. See you."
"You too."
"Bye." And then I hung up the phone, pressing it to my chest. What did I just do?
"Nina," Amber said breathlessly. "You look amazing!" I smiled slightly, looking down at my strapless black coctail dress. It dropped to my mid-theigh and a zipper ran up the side. I was in a pair of silver ballet flats, which brought out the silver zipper nicely. Amber had come by out of random, so she caught me just before Fabian came.
"Is it too much for a first date?" I asked. I did look a little slutty, I suppose.
"Nina, there is no such thing as too much," She says, tapping her temple and walking into my apartment. She had a tendency to do that a lot. "Anyways, I came here to see if I could borrow that red dress thing?" I thought for a moment.
"The backless one or the one with the buttons?" I replied, leading her to my room.
"Backless. Mick is coming over tonight, and I want to look sexy," She told me. We reach my bedroom and I begin the expedition to find my tiny red dress which I've never worn.
"So, Nina, why are you dressed up?" She asks while my head is submerged in clothing.
"I have a date," I reply simply. I hear her gasp.
"No. Way. Nina Martin, a date?! Ho-ly shit!" She ranted. I roll my eyes.
"Watch your language. Ah, found it!" I exclaimed, pulling out the red dress. Amber squeals and grabs it from my
arms, running into the bathroom.
"Thanks Neens!" She yells before shutting the door. I was hoping she'd hurry up; Fabian would be here any minute.
Finally, after about 5 minutes, Amber walks out. She wears the dress better than a freaking model would. I grin at her.
"Damn, girl!" I exclaim. She twirls, a huge grin on her face.
"Thanks!"
"Yep. Now, get out!" I rush her out the door and shut it behind her. Only as soon as I shut it, a knock came from the other side.
"Hello?" I say, opening it. There stands Fabian, smiling.
"Hi," He replies. "You look amazing." I look at my feet and blush.
"Thanks, you too," I reply. He holds out his hand, and I gently take it.
"Shall we go?" I nod, and we head down the hall, leaving me wondering why on earth I agreed to this.
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The car ride there was deathly silent. Occasionally, one of us would try to make small talk, but it all died out eventually.
When we finally reached the destination, I was a little shocked. A tiny restaurant sat on the edge of the water, which sparkled like glass beneath the setting sun. He got out and opened my door.
"Wow," I breathed. He grinned.
"Like it?"
"It's gorgeous." He lead me through the parking lot and through the front doors of the restaurant. The inside was almost as gorgeous as the outside. There was an open floor plan, meaning that there was almost no walls whatsoever. A few mahogany tables were pushed a ceiling-to-floor window, while the others scattered the restaurant.
"Wow," I repeated. This was possibly the fanciest place I've ever been in. And, to be honest, I was excited to get to know this guy.