Two in a Million || Raura

24 | First Date

"Which one?" I ask.

"White cropped t-shirt with the black knitted cardigan." They both reply at the same time. My eyes widen as I grab the outfit and I cautiously walk back to my bathroom to change. My light jeans with holes in them, the white cropped t-shirt with a pocket, and my black knitted cardigan were on and I walk out, giving the two a twirl.

"You look good." Rydel says, handing me my purse. I thank her quietly.

"He said eight, right?" Vanni asks. I nod my head. "We should get going then." I wave them off and yell a thanks, greatly appreciated that they came for like ten minutes to help me out.

"And, Laura!" Rydel shouts. "WHAT EVER YOU DO, DO NOT INVITE HIM IN AFTERWARDS!" Rolling my eyes, I close the front door and sigh. 7:53pm.

I lounge around on the couch for about ten minutes. As soon as the doorbell rang, butterflies in my stomach erupted. Taking a deep breath, I open the door up.

"Ross." I whisper, looking up at him. He had a small smile plastered on his face, his beautiful blonde hair was in his eyes, yet I could still see the mesmerizing hazel irises. He wore his usual, which still made him look hot, and his little ache was a bit more noticeable today, but I didn't care. He looks cute with it.

"Laura." He whispers back. "You look beautiful." He says, giving me a wide smile. I blush and look down.

"Thanks. You look good yourself, Shor." I reply, giving him a bigger smile. He chuckles and points to my door.

"You gonna lock up?" He asks, teasing me a little. Rolling my eyes playfully, I turn around and shut off the lights and lock my front door with the passcode. "Ready?" He asks, holding his hand out. I smile widely and grab his hands, immediately intertwining our fingers. He walks me to his car, or truck that I've never seen before, where he opens my door like a gentlemen, and closes it for me as well.

"Wow, never knew Lynch could be such a gentlemen." I tease, the second he buckles up.

"Yeah yeah, this is nothing, love." Love?

"New nickname?" I ask, the butterflies already erupting all over inside my stomach.

"Maybe." He says, turning the radio up slightly. "By the way, I don't mean to be rude, but I really like listening to music in the car and-"

"Ross, I'd rather sing horribly to a song than talk about stuff we already know about each other like you're suppose to do on a first date." I explain, turning up the volume for him at the end. He gave me a smirk and changed the song. "By the way, who's truck is this?" I ask.

"One of Ryland's friends'."

The whole way through the traffic, Ross and I were jamming out to the 1975, Walk the Moon, and a little bit of Bruce Springsteen. When we finally arrived at the record store, Ross had opened my door for me yet again and grabbed ahold of my hand.

"M'lady, I give you..." He opens the front door to A's Record Store. "A's Record Store." Laughing slightly, I drag him over to the B's, where I knew the Beatles would be. We walk down the aisle and is top at one of their records.

"Let's play a game." I say, letting go of his hand.

"What kind of game?" He asks. "If it involves me pushing you against the shelf and making out with you, then I'm all for it." The smirk was plastered on his face. I lightly shove his chest and shake my head.