Anna looked beautiful.
Not hot.
She deserved better than just 'hot'.
She's beautiful.
She was wearing some denim shorts and a Fall Out Boy Shirt.
I admired her legs :P
"Hi..." I breathed.
"Hey!" She smiled, hugging me, "I'm sorry about my friend yesterday..."
"No, It's fine," I said.
"She's a BIG fan. Like, she LOVES you. If she knew I was with you right now...she would, like, kill me."
"What if she found out that I...wrote a song for you?" I smiled.
"You did?!" She gasped, "Wow! Seriously? Did you really?"
I nodded.
"Can I hear it? My friend isn't the only big fan. :)"
"I haven't got my guitar," I sighed.
"Um...Lets go to your place." She said.
"Lets," I agreed.
We got in my car and drove.
She turned on my radio and sung along all the way home.
I laughed. Not at her, though...Just at the moment. How did I end up so lucky?