So I was going on my first date and not just with Zoe. In fact knowing it was with Zoe made me really nervous. I felt like I really needed to impress her. She's probably been on so many dates with loads of boys, she was one of the popular kids who had boyfriends. I've never had a girlfriend, I was not one of those kids.
So I wore basically the same when I met her parents because I didn't have any smart clothes. I didn't want her to know that though so I added a leather jacket to make it slightly different. Normally it's the boy who takes the girl out, or at least that's what I've heard. And dates normally took place at restaurants or cinemas. So I knew where to take her. There was this fancy restaurant down town. We could eat there.
Zoe decided we should meet up outside my block of flats as she didn't want me coming to her house incase her parents saw us. I heard her buzz the door.
"I'm coming," I said down the speaker. I got some money and shoved it in my pocket. I closed and locked the door and ran down the stairs to see Zoe waiting outside. She looked beautiful. She didn't even try to dress up but still, she looked magnificent. Her hair was in a side fish tail plat and was hanging on her shoulder. She wore a black and white stripy belly top and shorts with tights underneath. She also had a red hoodie on make her blonde hair look rich. She smiled.
"Hey," she greeted me.
"Hi." I replied, walking with her to the bus stop.
"Before we get into the date," Zoe began saying. I looked at her carefully listening. "I think we should set some ground rules?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, puzzled.
"Well I don't want things to be so cheesy and typically romantic!" She said. "That can be rule one! Rule two is no holding hands!"
"Why?" I asked, though I agreed because holding hands always made me feel uncomfortable.
"Because, it's so awkward! No one ever knows who should be the first to hold the others hand and if they want to too! Rule three no labelling things! We aren't boyfriend and girlfriend, we are just two very close friends that like each other," she laughed a little. "And rule four no pet names!!"
"Agreed," I said straight forward. "No babe, honey, sweetheart and that rubbish!" I added. Zoe laughed again. I smiled. Those rules seemed to suit me. Maybe this date will oh better than I thought?