night?” He looked at me with a raised eyebrow and smirked – he knew that I was close to caving.
“Fine.” I sighed. “I’d just be sitting in otherwise.”
He threw me that cute little half grin , taking great pleasure in the fact that I had succumbed to his pleading. “Excellent, I’ll pick you up at seven … and it’s not a date!”
I now realised that we had stopped outside my house so I got out and waved him off with a “Whatever.”
I watched him drive off as I hunted for my house key, wondering all the while if I had just made a huge mistake.
I spent the rest of the afternoon debating about whether I should cancel or not. I then started to panic about what to wear. I knew it wasn’t a date but I wanted to look half-decent – after all, I had spent the majority of the day covered in paint and glitter. I ransacked my wardrobe and ending up settling on some jeans, a dressy top and pumps. I then set about making myself some dinner since my mother still wasn’t home.
I wasn’t hungry enough to order a pizza for myself so I ended up making a sandwich. I had just washed up my plate when the doorbell rang. I glanced at my watch – 6.30pm – Danny was early. I grabbed my bag and cardigan and opened the door to find that it wasn’ t Danny … it was Harriet.
“Darcie! There you – oh, are you going somewhere?” She looked me up and down with a curious look on her face.
I nodded. “Yeah, what’s up?”
She shrugged. “It’s nothing … I just wanted to see if you wanted to do something – I really need a girly night.”
“What’s wrong?” It seemed like Harriet was holding back some vital piece of information.
“It’s not important … just Samuel being a total ass as usual. Anyway, it’s okay, we’ll catch up later. I take it you’re finally going on a hot date with Danny?” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and I shook my head and chuckled.
“Hardly, we’re just friends and we’re only going to the cinema . I can cancel if you wanna talk.”
She shook her head ferocio usly. “Hell no! I’m not gonna stand in the way of you two love-birds. Besides, Samuel will probably phone me later – he always does. It’ll be like every other time we fight – I’ll make him grovel, he’ll apologise … it’ll be all good.”
I laughed. “You guys make a great couple – it’ll all be okay. And less of the love-birds talk … how many times do I’ve to tell you that I don’t date?”
She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah. See you later … have fun!”
And with a parting cheeky wink, she made her way back to her house.
Ten minutes later and Danny arrived. I left a note for my mother and headed out the door. I found Danny looking particularly good – he was wearing dark denim jeans, a black ‘Rolling Stones’ t-shirt and black Converse. When I got into the passenger side, he threw me that lopsided grin and, in spite of myself, I returned it with a genuine smile of my own.
“Looking good Gilmore.” He winked at me and I shook my head in disapproval.
“Do you ever turn off the charm?”
He chuckled at that. “Why, are you starting to give in to my charismatic ways?”
I smirked at him. “Wow, am I that transparent? I mean how could I ever resist your womanising ways?”
“I’m sensing some s arcasm.” Danny noted with a smirk as he started the car.
“Ooh, I guess you’re not just a pretty face after all …” I quipped back at him.
“Yeah, I figured I’d better have some brains to woo the ladies with when my looks start to fade and my ‘cute smile’ doesn’t work anymore.” He retorted back with a cocky smirk.
I shook my head exasperatedly and laughed. “You’re never gonna let that go, are you?”
He shook his head. “Nope! I wait in vain for the day that you can no longer resist my lopsided smile.”
“Ever the optimist, aren’t you?” I noted with a smirk.
He flashed me a cheeky grin. “Well I do try.”
“Yeah, I’ve noticed
“Fine.” I sighed. “I’d just be sitting in otherwise.”
He threw me that cute little half grin , taking great pleasure in the fact that I had succumbed to his pleading. “Excellent, I’ll pick you up at seven … and it’s not a date!”
I now realised that we had stopped outside my house so I got out and waved him off with a “Whatever.”
I watched him drive off as I hunted for my house key, wondering all the while if I had just made a huge mistake.
I spent the rest of the afternoon debating about whether I should cancel or not. I then started to panic about what to wear. I knew it wasn’t a date but I wanted to look half-decent – after all, I had spent the majority of the day covered in paint and glitter. I ransacked my wardrobe and ending up settling on some jeans, a dressy top and pumps. I then set about making myself some dinner since my mother still wasn’t home.
I wasn’t hungry enough to order a pizza for myself so I ended up making a sandwich. I had just washed up my plate when the doorbell rang. I glanced at my watch – 6.30pm – Danny was early. I grabbed my bag and cardigan and opened the door to find that it wasn’ t Danny … it was Harriet.
“Darcie! There you – oh, are you going somewhere?” She looked me up and down with a curious look on her face.
I nodded. “Yeah, what’s up?”
She shrugged. “It’s nothing … I just wanted to see if you wanted to do something – I really need a girly night.”
“What’s wrong?” It seemed like Harriet was holding back some vital piece of information.
“It’s not important … just Samuel being a total ass as usual. Anyway, it’s okay, we’ll catch up later. I take it you’re finally going on a hot date with Danny?” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and I shook my head and chuckled.
“Hardly, we’re just friends and we’re only going to the cinema . I can cancel if you wanna talk.”
She shook her head ferocio usly. “Hell no! I’m not gonna stand in the way of you two love-birds. Besides, Samuel will probably phone me later – he always does. It’ll be like every other time we fight – I’ll make him grovel, he’ll apologise … it’ll be all good.”
I laughed. “You guys make a great couple – it’ll all be okay. And less of the love-birds talk … how many times do I’ve to tell you that I don’t date?”
She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah. See you later … have fun!”
And with a parting cheeky wink, she made her way back to her house.
Ten minutes later and Danny arrived. I left a note for my mother and headed out the door. I found Danny looking particularly good – he was wearing dark denim jeans, a black ‘Rolling Stones’ t-shirt and black Converse. When I got into the passenger side, he threw me that lopsided grin and, in spite of myself, I returned it with a genuine smile of my own.
“Looking good Gilmore.” He winked at me and I shook my head in disapproval.
“Do you ever turn off the charm?”
He chuckled at that. “Why, are you starting to give in to my charismatic ways?”
I smirked at him. “Wow, am I that transparent? I mean how could I ever resist your womanising ways?”
“I’m sensing some s arcasm.” Danny noted with a smirk as he started the car.
“Ooh, I guess you’re not just a pretty face after all …” I quipped back at him.
“Yeah, I figured I’d better have some brains to woo the ladies with when my looks start to fade and my ‘cute smile’ doesn’t work anymore.” He retorted back with a cocky smirk.
I shook my head exasperatedly and laughed. “You’re never gonna let that go, are you?”
He shook his head. “Nope! I wait in vain for the day that you can no longer resist my lopsided smile.”
“Ever the optimist, aren’t you?” I noted with a smirk.
He flashed me a cheeky grin. “Well I do try.”
“Yeah, I’ve noticed
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