It was a red dress with stroops and some sparkle. I really like a little sparkle, but not too much. I had som pearl ear-rings I could use, and took them on. It looked more like I was going to a date. But it kind of felt like a date too.
I took the ear-rings off, and instead took a watch on my left arm. Now did it look like I was going to a club.
I walked down to Walmart, but I was ten minutes too early, so I went inside Walmart. I've never been in Walmart in this little town, but when we moved, we drived past Walmart. I'm used to this big shops and centres, but this was a cozy little shop.
When the time was 17:30, I walked outside, and I saw Dean. He looked at me, and smiled. "You're pretty, but we're going to a club," he said and laughed. I laughed too, just to keep it cool, you know. "I know, but I wanted to look pretty on the first day," I said and looked at him. "Yea, like anyone would have done. Also I did it the first time," he said and looked at me with his eyes. It was the first time I saw his eyes, and now I remebered his nickname Popeye. "Why do they call you Popeye?" I asked out of the blue. He looked at me, and laughed. Good he didn't get angry. "I'll show you in the club,". "Yea, fine," I said and smiled at him. He smiled back. "Let's go, then," he said, and we started to walk. We talked all the way to the club.
Yes, I really liked him. He was just... Just so different, he wasn't like any other boys I've met! We were outside the club, and I watched at the building. It didn't look like a club, ot really looked like a fabric or something like that. "Let's go and presentate you!" Dean said, and dragged me in before I agreed (yes, I wouldn't say no to this chance).
I totally just kind of diseappered. The club was amazing! The decor and the drinks were fabelous! It didn't look like the inside, not at all. The people were kind too, and I really enjoyed it. Everyone talked to me, and buyed me drinks. I was nearly drunk when Dean stopped me. "What is it?" I asked, he stopped me from taking a drink. It must be a reason why. "Do you want to know why they call me Popeye?" Dean said and smiled at me. I smiled back and said yes, and he turned around. I really want to know why, so I waited while he did something. I don't know what he did, but he did something. "Here we go!" he said and turned around.