Discovering Who

The First of First

Narrator's POV

Amara Adele Hamilton was sitting on a bench. The sun ray's beaming on her light skin. Her chestnut hair flowing with the speed of the wind. 

Amara older brother, Amar, who is now 17 was going on his third date, with a girl named Samantha. This  made Amara curious about the experience with love and romance. All she could ever ask for was for a guy who would give her true love and romance.  So she decided to go onto the internet and find a dating website.

"No, no, no, um, no, no, um, he looks okay," Amara said as she was looking on DateNotHate app. She seemed to have found her perfect match. His name was James August - he had brown hair, blue eyes, and a light rose color on his lips for his profile photo. 

Amara was texting him for now going on two days, Amara was ready to experience more, to feel more, not just talk or text. Therefore, Amara texted James, "Hi, James, is it OK if we met at a park or cafe?"

Just as Amara began to lose hope that James would text back, he did. "How about my house. My address is "5333 Gardening Street"

"Sure." Amara texted. She was so eager to go on her first date with a guy named James. Amara polished her nails black, and put on her red lipstick. She put on black leggings, a white shirt that said "I-/" -  the Twenty-One Pilots logo shirt, and a leather black jacket. 

Amara ran to her brother room to get tips about your first date.  But all he could say is, "Always know who you are fucking with. "

As Amara began to walk to James house, she began to think about all of the horror movies that have girls walking to some guy they met on a dating site and what happens to them...They end up dead!  Just that very chilling  thought sent chills throughout Amara body.
     She instantly picked up her phone and texted James saying,  "Sorry,  James something has come up." A few seconds later,  he opened the message but never replied. 
     Amara decided to go to Starbucks and get her favorite Pumpkin latte, but then something catches her eye.
    "James?" she thought.  That couldn't be James. Although Amara was left confused she began to walk towards the door, but bumps into someone. 
     "Shit," she mumbled.
      Amara looking down trying to wipe her Twenty One Pilots shirt she bears a voice that says, "My bad, that's what I get for trying to some sweetener for my coffee," He pointed, but Amara didn't notice. 
     "So," he hesitated,  "you like Twenty One Pilots," he looked at her shirt.
    Finally,  Amara looked at him,  "Yea, their pretty cool."
      The she stopped, "I recognize you somehow," she blushed.
      "I'm James, from that DateNotHate app."
       Chills went through Amara body.  She was caught in a lie.
        "No need to worry,  I know coffee fever comes up," he said jokingly.
       Amara laughed, "I was coming but I just kinda sidetracked." Another lie.  Amara could already feel this "friendship" was not to a good start.
     "So, ya wanna hang out at my house," James shook his head moving his boy-bang out of his face,  revealing his ocean like eyes.
     "Sure," Amara blushed.