A mixture of madness

The date

Roxy's POV

"Where are we going?" Izzy asked "Blueberry is a long way from here don't you think? " I was a little surprised that she actually agreed to the date, seeing how hesitant she was.

"No, we're not going to Blueberry." I said "We're going to Monets. It's a bit like Blueberry but fancier and a bit more sophisticated in a rough kind of way." Monets was my second favourite coffee shop after Blueberry. It had this authentic rustic look to it that I liked, and they make good coffee too. "You'll like it."

Internally, I was a bit nervous about the whole thing. I don't know why exactly but I really wanted her to like it, to like me. I really hope she likes Monets. Now if I was nervous about her liking Monets then I was freaking out about what I was just about to do. My mind told me not to. Now do I listen to my mind? Yes. But not right now. I probably really should though.

"So." I started, trying to get my nerves under control. "If we're going on a date then we might as well." I offered her my hand. My heart was beating violently. It was like grenades were blasting in my chest. I hope she didn't hear it.

Izzy's POV

"So." Roxy started, her voice sounded a bit unsure. Thay was very unlike her. "If we're going on a date then might as well. " And offered me her hand. I raised an eyebrow at this.

She wasn't showing it but I could see her getting more and more nervous by the second. It was cute though. I smirked internally, and decided to pay her back for the uncomfortableness she caused me earlier.

"Are you really offering me your hand?" I asked incredulously,  raising my eyebrows at her. I saw her confidence falter for a second. Internally I grinned mischievously at her.

"Well that depends on your answer." She said with an easy smile, but I could see right through it. She was getting more nervous now. Her hand was still outstretched.

"My answer, huh? A yes, maybe a no, maybe I'll answer with maybe, watcha think?" I mused, looking at her in amusement.  I saw her confidence go down 5%.

"I'd really like it if you say yes, if that helps." She replied, nervousness still not that evident in her voice.

"Really now?"I mused "I'm feeling a bit inclined to say no though." There goes another 2% of her confidence. Just as she was about to pull back her hand I said "But.." she stopped and looked at me.  "I guess, 'might as well'." I finished with a sigh. But on the inside I was grinning like a maniac in victory. I grabbed her hand and we continued walking. I felt her relax beside me. Take that girl! We're on equal scores now.

Roxy's POV

I internally sighed in relief as she took my hand. I knew what she was doing, she was playing with me just like I had played with her before. And I liked it, it was fun. She wasn't gonna just take what I throw at her, she would throw it right back. I really liked it.

We reached Monets, and took a table at the back. Just as we sat down, a waitress came up to us to take our orders.

"I'll take French Vanilla." Izzy said. "And I'll have a Caramel Mocchiata" I said. She wrote down out orders and said it'll take about 5 minutes.

"So." I said as a conversation starter " is stalking people your hobby or am I a special case?" She laughed. She looked good while laughing. Whoa Rox! Not too fast. Play it cool and slow. Cool and slow.

"Oh no, I just saw you across the street and decided to follow you." She said as if it was completely normal for a person to follow someone else. Then again normal's overrated. "Sureee" I allowed dragging the word.
"It's the truth! Anyway tell me about yourself."
"About myself huh? Who's to say you're not a kidnapper just collectinginfo on me." I wiggled my eyebrows at her. "Anyway my name is Roxane Mercer,  I'm 14, I go to Midtown School of Science and technology, and am an all-round awesome person to be around but many douchebags would disagree so don't listen to them." I whispered the last part as if concocting a scheme. She laughed at my summary. "What about you?" I asked.