Little White... Love?

Chapter Seven

Just to recap: Joe is nineteen now and Sierra is eighteen. Thanks!

Chapter seven:

"Look Joe. I love you. With all my heart. But I can see how this isn't going to work. You know that right"?

"Yeah I know. But before we reject each other will you go on a date with me"?

"Reject? No, no, no! I could never reject you. We just have to figure out a way for this to work".

"Yeah but will you go on the date with me"?

"What a stupid question. Of course I will", I say with a smile.

"Great. I'll pick you up at eight Saturday night".

So that gives me two days to pick the perfect outfit. Don't judge me. You can never be too ready with a perfect outfit. It might be a little extreme to be getting ready for it now. But who cares right? I run up to my bedroom and almost squeal in delight.

I'm going on a date!

I search through my closet but as usual there is nothing date worthy there. I groan in frustration. I pull out my converses and put them under my desk. I am wearing those no doubt about it. They're way more comfy that sandals and still fashionable at the same time.

I have three pairs. One black, one pink and one a faded aqua colour. I decided on the aqua ones. Unless they don't match an outfit that I find. I pick up my phone. I scroll through the contacts. And to be honest there isn't many people there. I need to start making some knew friends.

I tap on Rachel and wait for her to pick up. "Hi this is Rachel".

"Hey Rachel. I was wondering"...

"I'm not here to answer your call right now. Please leave a message or text me and I'll catch up with you soon. Bye"!

I sigh and hang up. Next on the list is Jessica. "Hey Jessica".

"Oh hey Sierra. What up"?

"Not much. But I was wondering if you wanted to go to the mall with me"?

"I would love to. Should I come and pick you up"?

"Oh yeah sure that would be great".

"Okay I'll see you in about fifteen minutes. Bye".

"Bye", I say and hang up. I look down at my sweat pants and tee a few sizes to big. I change into denim shorts and a singlet. I comb a brush through my hair spray on some perfume and I'm ready to go.

A few minutes later I hear someone knock. Joe wen tout with a friend. I think they were going bowling? Boys!  Anyway. I open the door and see Jessica standing there. "Hey Jess".

"Hey. Ready to go"?

"Yep just let me grab my bag".

I grab it off the bench and slip it over my shoulder. As far as I'm concerned Jessica is human. I can't smell otherwise. Not that I was sniffing her or anything. We get into her car. Its a really nice car. Leather seats tinted windows black and shiny. Its beautiful. I want one.

But its not like mine. Mine is like awesome. Anyway what makes you beautiful by One Direction comes on over the radio. And or though their music isn't my favourite I sing along loudly with Jessica anyway. We probably sound like a bunch or lunatics. But I couldn't care less.