Dinner Above The Bay

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Chapter Fifteen:

Claire's POV

After making out on my bed for a minute or two - though seeming like forever to me - Taylor made his way back downstairs to his room to get ready, while I had to figure out what I was going to wear. He decided to take me to San Francisco for the night. A fancy restaurant and everything.

I stuck my iPod into the iHomes dock, scrolling to my playlist. Clicking on Help I'm Alive by Metric. I then rolled up the volume and went to my closet.

Sighing, I ran my fingers through my straight hair and moved through dress after shirt after jacket.. Until finally stumbling upon a brown silky strapless dress, that I slightly remembered Stephanie - my brother Shelby's girlfriend, who was like my sister - had given me a while ago. I held it up to myself and looked in the mirror. Hmm, not bad.

I undressed, putting on some clean panties and a strapless black bra, then slipping on the dress, zipping it closed on the side. It hugged my waist, all the way down to my knees. I smiled and then began looking for a jacket of some sort.

Soon finding nothing, I just got a hold of my competition team jacket just in case. I then went to fix my make up, adding a little more powder and some eyeliner. Spraying some Juicy Couture on my wrists and chest after. I moved on to my lifeless hair... I huffed as I pinned a little gathering of it into a small poof, then bringing the rest up into a semi high ponytail. After doing so, I grabbed a small Coach handbag from my room, placing my cell, wallet, lip gloss, etc, inside.

On to the shoes! God.

I looked round my clustered room, soon seeing a pair of black heels calling to me. I snatched those and sat on the bed, and began strapping them on my feet. Soon after, there was a knock on my door. "Come in.." I said, while standing and getting my things together.

Taylor walked in and I met his warm eyes, they stared at me in awe. "Wow.." he spoke speechless.

I blushed and walked closer, also taking a closer look at what he was wearing. Black jeans with a black button up shirt, the sleeves rolled up a bit, having his biceps accentuate. A skinny purple tie, along with his black leather jacket slung on his forearm.

I looked at him up and down and grinned. "Who is this stud standing in my room, and what have you done with my boyfriend." I teased.

"Ha, ha very funny." he rolled his hazel eyes.

I smiled, placing my hands on his chest. "You know I'm kidding..." reaching up and grazing my lips on his lightly. Feeling his body shudder from under me.

"Don't tease me like that.." he whispered.

"I'm not. It's just a sneak peek of whats to come.." I winked, before taking his hand and making our way down the hallway.

"You look beautiful sweetie." my mom smiled as we stood in the kitchen while she was preparing dinner.

"Thanks." I replied, taking a peek at Taylor from the corner of my eye.

My dad was sitting at the table, reading the newspaper as the kitchen porch door was open; blowing in fresh air into the house. "Take care of my girl Taylor." he said somewhat sternly.

I blushed and turned to Taylor.

"Yes sir." he answered.

Oh god. Please dad, don't be turning my boyfriend into a robot.

"I'm kidding. Well yes, take care of her, but I trust you son." he snickered.

I rolled my eyes as both my dad and Taylor laughed, with my mom saying that was mean. Oh gosh, my dad was a goof sometimes. That's probably where I got it from... Explains a whole lot.

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