I rested my head on Miley's shoulder as we watched 50 First Dates together in my room. My phone vibrated from my back pocket. I sat up straight and pulled out my phone only to find Justin had texted me.
Justin: What do you say I pick you up around 6:30ish?
I almost screamed remembering we had a date planned and I was still stuck in my pajamas at 4:46 in the afternoon! I quickly danced my fingers across the keyboard and jumped up.
Me: That's fine! See you soon
I ran into the bathroom repeatedly cursing under my breath as I turned on the shower.
"What's wrong?" Miley asked.
I spun on my heels and let out a sigh. "Justin asked me out." I tried to mumble.
Her face filled with excitement. "You're kidding!" She slightly yelled.
"No, Miley." I rushed. "I'm not, but you know how slow I am when I get dressed."
"Yeah. Yeah. Now Go!" She pushed. I closed the bathroom door behind her and stripped down.
•Miley•
A smile grew on my face just by the thought that Justin asked out Demi and she didn't even reject him or at least I hope not. I knew Demi wasn't going to let her guard down without a fight, but if Justin is willing to put up with that, he's the right one for her. This is what she needed to get her mind off of Terrence and the backstabbing bitch, Selena. Justin couldn't have come at a better time in her life. This was just perfect.
I raided Demi's closet looking for the perfect outfit for her. She had nothing, but leather jackets, band tees and black pants along with boots. This girl. Pushing through the racks of clothes, I finally found the lightest piece of clothing she owned, I think. It was a short, white, spaghetti strap, cowgirl dress with lace imprints here and there. I laid it out the bed and continued to search through Demi's clothes. I didn't know where the date was going to be, but I assumed Demi didn't either. Finally, I found something to go with it, a light colored jean jacket.
"I don't even know what to wear." I heard Demi say as I laid the jacket out next to the dress.
I lifted up the dress and jacket. "This." I said.
"It's not really date worthy. Don't you think?" She asked as she wrapped a towel around her wet hair.
"But, doesn't it scream I-didn't-know-what-to-wear?" I laughed.
"What if he takes me out to dinner?"
I looked at the dress again. I guess she was right. It did look more country-ish, yet we do live in Texas. "Demi, we live in Texas for crying out loud. T-E-X-A-S. It's Texas worthy."
She laughed. "Fine. I'll wear it."
After Demi put on the clothes, makeup, and did her hair, which I did, she stood in front of a floor length mirror that leaned against the wall.
"It's missing something." I said. "Do you have a belt?" Demi walked to her closet and pulled out a brown leather belt. I laughed. "Of course." Demi glared at me before laughing along. She wrapped it around her waist and fastened it. "That's better." I said.
•Demi•
I slipped on a pair of cowboy boots and looked at the time. 6:23.
"He's gonna be here any minute." I warned Miley, who was scrolling through her phone.
She smirked. "Look what Selena posted." She handed me her phone and I read the picture Selena had posted on Instagram.
"It sucks when you miss that person so much that you look through old photos, old text messages, even old statuses and it brings a smile to your face, but then the hurt comes back and you know you shouldn't be looking back, but you can't help it because they really meant something to you and you thought it would've lasted."
"She's in the past." I said, handing back her phone knowing that it wasn't entirely true. I did miss her and the videos we used to make just for fun. It might of been just the memories I missed, I don't know.
The doorbell rang and Miley and I smiled widely at each other. I hadn't been on a date since who knows when. Call me weird, but I just loved that rush of being nervous, but knowing that you were going to have fun.
"Whatever you do," Miley said as we ran down the stairs. "stay classy and most importantly, be yourself." I gave her a hug and unlocked the door. "Wait, what do I do if your parents come home?" She asked.
"Hide." I laughed. She ran back upstairs almost tripping. I opened the door and found Justin standing in front of me with a rose in his hands. He wore a white shirt under a red plaid shirt under a jean jacket along with cache colored pants, which he sagged. I guess my outfit was kind of on point with his.
"Hey!" I said, shooting him with a smile.
"I got you this." He said handing me the rose with an endless smile.
I gladly took the rose from his hand. "Thank you." I smiled back. We walked down to his car and he opened the door. So far, so good. I stepped inside, letting him close the door behind me. He walked around the car, slapping the hood before getting inside. There was only one question on my mind: Where were we going?
Justin pulled up in a crowded parking lot. We had talked here and there during the ride here, but it wasn't much, which made it extremely awkward. As Justin walked around the car to open my door, I looked out the window, noticing a tall Ferris wheel in the distance covered by trees. I got out of the car, stuffing my phone into the pocket of my jacket while I got out of the car. Justin locked the door and we headed to the ticket booth as the sun began to set. The words 'County Fair' were written at the top of the booth. The idea to come to a county fair was, I admit, ideal, but preferably I would've liked a dinner date. Then again, most Texans here don't do that sort of thing. It's usually straight to the rodeo or at least that's what I've heard.
He paid for two wristbands, so that we could ride every ride and we lollygagged down the dirt road side by side.
"You're not from here, are you?" I asked, finally breaking the silence.
"How did you know?" He said.
"First, Texans don't sag their pants." I replied. "Secondly, we don't say, "aye"."
He laughed. "No, I'm from Canada."
We stepped in the short line for the Star Ship 2000, which I call the UFO because that's basically what it is. I liked this ride, but at the same time I didn't. I liked the gravity part, but I hated the spinning part.
"Why did you move to this hillbilly state?" I asked.
"My mom got a job transfer." He said. "How about you?"
"I've basically been here my entire life, but I was actually born in New Mexico." I answered.
We showed the employee our wristbands and boarded the ride. We laid flat next to each other on the padded panels lining the inside wall, which were angled back. The ride operator sat in the middle of the entire contraption as people filled the rest of the panels. The door closed and the employee asked if everyone was good. No one answered. The ride began to rotate and I started to regret listening to Miley persuade me into wearing this dress.
"Oh my god," I mumbled.
I heard Justin laugh as the speed of the ride started to increase making it hard to move. Random people started to scream while the panels started moving up and down even me. All Justin did was laugh and our hands repeatedly rubbed passed each other. Not wanting my panel to continue to slide again, I went against gravity and grasped Justin's hand. I saw a small smile appear on Justin's face from the corner of my eye, but it didn't mean much. I just wanted to stop sliding. The ride started to slow down and the only thing I was thinking was, "Hallelujah". The door to the ride opened and we headed over to the door.
"Me screaming isn't funny, Justin." I said, smiling. He did the same before looking down at our hands, that were still connected, and smirking. "Oh, sorry." I said, rapidly removing my hand from his. I felt a burning sensation fill my cheeks and I knew my cheeks were red as a tomato as we continued walking down the dirt path. I just wanted it to go away.
"Aw." Justin said, grinning. "Someone's nervous." He leaned in and kissed my cheek.
I laughed. "You're just making it worse."
Justin and I had rode many other rides before we landed in seats in front of a stage watching various people performing various songs. I felt like I knew Justin the more and more we talked. I mean, I had no idea he went through struggles too when he lived in Canada such as not having enough money and moving from place to place, even bullying because he had to wear baggy clothes to school everyday. I feel like he opened up to me more than I did. I guess I was just scared. I did talk about Trenton a little bit, but I didn't say anything about him passing away or that he was my first love. I talked a little bit about Miley too, however, not so much Selena or anybody else. So far, I was actually liked this date. We were always smiling at each other. It was so weird, but I liked it.
"Why don't you get up there and sing?" Justin questioned.
"The real question is why won't you get up there, Bieber." I said.
"I'd rather see you up there." He pushed. "I'll cheer you on. I promise." I didn't really want to, especially since he was here and he started making me nervous when I was with him. "Please." He begged.
I caved in. "Fine." I couldn't believe he was making me do this.
"Any more volunteers?" The lady on stage asked. I slightly raised my hand, but lucky me Justin raised it higher.
"Alright. Come up on stage." She said. I made my way up the stairs of the stage. I didn't even know what I was going to sing.
"Do you have song?" I heard the drummer say as I grabbed the microphone.
"Um..." I thought. "American Honey by Lady Antebellum," I said. I assumed the band knew the beat because he nodded before I sat down on the stool and put the microphone back into it's stand.
"WOO! GO, DEMI!" Justin yelled. I laughed as the music began to play.
I sang, "She grew up on the side of the road
Where the church bells ring
And strong love grows
She grew up good
She grew up slow
Like American honey"
By the middle of the song, I had grown a crowd from ten people to at least twenty-five. Some people were singing along and others were just watching...and then there was Justin who was cheering like a fool. It was hard to keep myself from laughing, but I managed it well if smiling like an idiot counts.
I ended the song with a standing ovation, which planted a huge grin on my face.
"Thank you." I said. Right then is when I knew I wanted to do something like this for the rest of my life. I wanted to make music and perform it for people. That's all. I exited the stage with a smile.
"You were amazing!" Justin exclaimed.
"You're gonna make me blush again, stop." I laughed.
We walked to the line for the Ferris wheel with Justin basically lovingly ranting over my performance. Thanks to him, I found the confidence to get up on stage and perform for people. Like we did every ride, we showed the operator our wristbands and boarded a red car before the wheel started to move.
"Where did you learn to sing like that?" Justin asked.
"My mom was a singer." I said, "She wasn't that big. Not like iTunes big."
"And you're dad?"
"Honestly, I really don't know what he does."
He didn't say anything, but sympathy was written across his face. I looked out the side as we finally reached the top through the numerous stops. I looked down at the bright city with help from all the lights.
"So, do you kiss on the first date?" I heard Justin say. I turned back around thinking he was crazy.
"Depends on what kind of kiss we're talking about, Bieber." I smiled. Without warning, he dived in placing his lips against mine. I caved in and kissed him back with our lips moving in a rhythm of our very own. This again, was one of those moments where I felt safe and I actually liked it. I honestly didn't want him to pull away, but he did. I sat there uncontrollably blushing like crazy.
"Aw, how cute." He said.
We soon arrived back at my house standing on the front porch.
"I had a fun night. Thank you." I said, smiling.
"Me too." He said before kissing my cheek. I opened the front door as he walked off to his car. I locked the door and screamed. I have to admit he was really cute.
"Oh my god, what happened? I need details!" I heard Miley yell. I turned around to a now blonde Miley.
"WHAT DID YOU DO?!" I cried.
"That's irrelevant. Now, give me the details!" She squealed with excitement.