11. The dinner
She just invited me out to dinner!!!! I have to make it up to her. I feel bad and upset. I love her I miss her. I got out my phone and dialed the number for Dolly's diner.
"hello sir, how may I help you?" the man sounded nice. "may I place a booking for 2?" my words were short and stubborn but I was eager to impress Taylor. "table or booth?" the man replied, "a booth please." I was slowing my words, "okay sir. And your name please?" oh here we go. " Justin Beiber." I was waiting for the scream, nothing happened though, "sure. Is 8 O'clock s good time for you Mr. Beiber?" I hate being called that it makes me sound old, "yes perfect timing."
I hung up straight away it was already fucking 7:30. I jumped into some jeans, white V neck Tee and pointy shoes. I gelled and combed my hair up and a small curl to the side. I ran outside to my car and found my CK aftershave and sprayed myself with it. I sped down to the local florist and got some blue orchids, her favorite I also got a block of Cadbury.
It was exactly 7:59 when I got to Dolly's diner. I went in and sat at booth No. 7 away from everyone.
I had no idea on what to wear I had half an hour and I was freKing out. I quickly pulled on a purple tight fitted strapless dress. 20 minuets left. I found some black platform stelettoes with gold heels. Quarter to, "agh fffa