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"A date?"
Amelia's eyes light up, "Nick has a date! With who? Quick, put it on speaker!" She ushers.
In my opinion Amelia is far to involved in Nick's love life. The last time he went on a date she offered to do a background check on the guy, be the chauffeur, make the food, and help him get ready.
Little much if you ask me.
"I'm dying over here, who is it!" Amelia asks, bouncing her foot on the ground. "Enzo!" My jaw dropped. "Like-uhm-wait-huh?" I'm speechless. "Like brown hair neighbor Enzo?"
"Yep! Brown hair, blue eyes, super hot, neighbor Enzo." Nick says enthusiastically. "Oh. My. Gosh! What's his Instagram? Send me a picture of him. How old is he? Does he treat Isa good?" Amelia's flowing with so many questions I can't keep up.
"Slow down a. He doesn't have Instagram. I'm not going to be sending you a picture of my date, He's 17 and yes, I think he treats Izzy fine." Nick says.
Amelia gives me a satisfied nod in approval.
What is Nick getting himself into?
I asked Enzo on a date.
I asked Enzo on a date. Now that I'm not all giddy-Izzy taught me that word-I'm starting to realize how bad this could get. I have nothing to hide besides you know, I'm a stepbrother to a world famous pop star.
And much more.
Black or red? I fucking hate fancy dates. I used to laugh at Izzy every time she would complain about not being able to pick out an outfit but now, I feel her pain. If I do black shirt I could do a red tie or vice versa. I'm kinda feeling the black shirt with a crimson red tie.
Another thing I learned from Izzy; there's more than one shade of a color. Whoever decided that was a stupid genus. I love the fact there's a variety but then again I have to find the perfect shade.
Which sucks ass.
"Nick!" Matt says, walking into my room with an over dramatic smile. "Matt."
"It's almost 6:30..."
"Ok, I'm almost ready." I say. He looks at me like I'm crazy before walking out. I hurriedly put my shirt and tie on before misting on some cologne.
Can't be smelling like a homeless man, even though I showered like half an hour ago.
I grab my phone and keys before rushing out of the house and to my car. Amelia told me, and I quote "I don't give two fucks if he lives next door; you drive there, knock on the door, and drive him there yourself you freak."
That was after the lecture on "how to be a gentleman" Yeah... Needless to say I have enough dating advice from Amelia for the rest of my life. Technically it's Izzy's because Izzy sets Amelia up on dates... never mind.
My thoughts get cut off when I reach the front door of Enzo's house. I take a deep breath before I knock twice on the door.
That's important too I guess.
"Hey," Enzo smiles. "Hey," I send him a smile as we walk down the porch steps and over to the car. I open his door before walking around and opening mine. Once we're buckled up I turn on the radio for background noise when a songs starts playing.
One of Izzy's songs start playing.
A small smile falls on Enzo's face before he asks, "Who's this by? It's a great song." Fuck, fuck, fuck. Amelia did not prepare me for this. "Uhm... yeah, it is." I let out a breathly chuckle. Enzo has a confused look on his face but before he could ask anything more questions I pull into the restaurant parking lot.
We sat down at our table waiting for our waiter and yes I pulled out his chair.
"Leo told me to tell you if you break my heart he'll kill you." Enzo laughs. I have a feeling Leo told him a lot of things he would do to hurt me. "I'm surprised he didn't answer the door." I say.
"He was in the bathroom, you came at the perfect time." I give him a small smile as the waiter walks over. The second their eyes land on Enzo their mouth drops open.
"Oh-you're-Enzo Smith!" The man exclaims. Wait, smith as in Justin Smith. My eyes widen as Enzo stands up, grabbing my wrist, and pulling me out of the restaurant.
After I'm a few blocks away from the restaurant I park and turn to him.
"What the heck was that?"
"Fucking great,"
Nick found out. And of course Enzo had to give him every damn detail while he was at it. Now he'll tell his entire god damn family and they'll tell some fucking news network so everyone will know where we are.
"Enzo!" Elsie yells "What! I didn't mean to I just started explaining and then everything came out..." "Something like that doesn't just come out." I point out. Taking a breath Elsie asks what we're all thinking.
"Does dad know yet?"
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I sit in my bed, my tv playing who knows what as I fold my clothes. I'm fucking nervous. It's not something I'd admit that often.
Justin's a prick. When he finds out Enzo blabbed who knows what he'll do. "You ok?" Elsie asks softly, standing in my doorway. I turn around and stare at her. "You're clutching that shirt pretty tight," I look down at my white knuckles and wrinkled tee shirt. Fuck.
"I'm fine."
"Mhm" Elsie nods unsurely. I shake my head and turn back to my clothes. "Why are you here?" "Mom asked me to check on you, you really need to stop storming out like that." Elsie says.
I shrug, "ok" she looks at me astonished. "Ok? That's it?" "I just need you to stop bugging me." I say. She sighs but obeys and walks out of my room, closing the door behind her.
After putting away my folded clothes I look out my window. Every room but hers is lit up.
Only one thing runs through my mind right now;
Where is this girl?
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Chapter: 13
Words: 1116
posted:7/6/22 9:39 am
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