It was the day after Valentines day. Gabriel had asked me out the night before. I did not know where we were going, but I was greatful that I didnt have to wear a dress, because that was so not my thing. I was more of a sneakers and jeans kind of girl. I hoped it wasn't someplace embarrasing. Like a fancy reasturant that I'm not used to. If it was normal, and he was thinking the same thing I was thinking, which would be maybe going out for burgers or something, I might consider going out with him again. He was supposed to pick me up at six. It was five fifty-seven, and I was getting more and more jitterty by the second. Six fifty-nine. I was about to cry, and I was really mad at myself for forgetting waterproof mascara, since I didn't think I would need any. The door bell rang. I sprang up from the sofa faster than a Twilight vampire. I opened the door even faster. His breath taking smile greeted me. I wasn't mad anymore. I dropped the arrogant attitude.
"Hi". he said. He sounded pretty nervous.
"Hi", I said sounding equally as nervous. I was relieved to see that even though I wasn't given a dress code, we were dressed pretty much the same way. We walked to his car. It was a nice BMW GT. I loved BMWs and I was saving up for one of my own.
"Hey, um, nice car".
"Thanks", he said.
I didn't know why he was so nervous. I wasn't anyone special! But then, maybe he thinks I am. Just like One Direction's song- I don't think about how pretty I really am.