My One And Only

Chapter 1:: Turn Of Events

Third Person

"How many times do I have to tell you no?" Nathan whined, annoyed at his best friend.

"Come on," she begged, "You haven't gone out with anyone in years!"

"Heather-" Nathan started.

"Please," Heather pressed on.

Nathan sighed. He looked up at Heather, her being taller than him on her heels. She was working the best puppy dog eyes she can pull. "I guess it has been a while since-" he was interrupted once again.

"Yes!" Heather yelled, fist pumping the air.

'I need to rethink my choice in friends', Nathan thought. Shaking his head, he walked into his bedroom. He went to his drawer to get his special conditioner, shampoo, and body wash. Heather gave him an odd look from the door. "What you need that for?" she asked.

"Knowing you oh so well, you probably set up the date already for today," Nathan responded giving her a look. She walked up to him and pecked on the cheek.

"Aw, what can I say?" She giggled.

"You're a crazy loonie?" Nathan suggested.

"And you love me anyway," she said.

"Who is this guy anyway? He better not be some rapist or something," he said seriously. Heather laughed at that. 

"No, he's not. He's an old friend from college you could have known if you went to parties back then," she responded, giving Nathan a look. He shook his head, knowing that Heather knew very well why he didn't go to those parties. Multiple reasons, actually. First of all, that 'music' was awful. Second, he was too shy to actually go anywhere outside his dorm or the classrooms in college. Third, he didn't want to get super drunk and get raped or have sex he didn't even remember and get STD's. He shook his head to clear his mind. "His name is Anthony Willcox. He is perfect. Smart, athletic, sweet, and more," Heather continued.

"What does he look like?" Nathan questioned. Heather pulled out her phone and scrolled through her gallery. She tapped on a picture and showed it to him. 'He's gorgeous!' Nathan thought, in awe. Anthony had black hair, mocha eyes, and a smile that could kill. From the picture, he had muscular arms and broad shoulders. Nathan looks up at Heather's knowing smile and can't resist the urge to smile back, knowing what he is getting into. "If this guy is a rapist, I blame you," he says laughing, as he walks to the closet to choose an outfit for the date. 

"Oh that was so funny, I forgot to laugh," she retorted. 

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Nathan stood in front of the restaurant that Anthony told him that they should meet at. The place was called Oliver's. It wasn't an extremely fancy place, but more semi-formal. So, Nathan had on a white button up with a navy blue cardigan, black jeans that Heather said would make his butt look fabulous, and navy desert sun suede oxford shoes. He had suddenly felt eyes on him. He turned his head to see Anthony looking at him up and down. He felt the blush creep onto his face and tried to ignore it by waving at the man. 'And a man indeed,' he thought. Anthony had on a white v-neck that showed his well-defined biceps, black skinny jeans and black Kenneth Cole's. He had a blazer in his right hand, so he waved with his left.

"Hello Anthony," Nathan said breathlessly and immediately blushed at his own tone.

"Hello Nathan," Anthony chuckled, "Let's go inside." 

They walked to an empty table and waited for their waiter. When she finally came, Nathan immediately recognized her. "Hey Margret," he chirped.

"Oh my God! Nathan, how you've been?" Margret asked.