5 Date

My heart stopped, my air left me and suddenly everything in the world disappeared but him. "What?"

"You know, a date," he smiled nervously, "it's when two people that like each other go out and learn stuff about one another." I smiled, a blush crossed my face.

"I know what a date is," he stayed silent, waiting for me to answer him. "Okay, let's do it." I glanced down and took the rose from him. A large smile spread across his face.

"Great, I'll pick you up at ten?" I nodded, he leaned in, at first I thought he was going to kiss me. Instead his lips brushed up against my cheek. "I'll see you later, princess." He moved away and left my shop like dew on the grass first thing in the morning.

I leaned against my counter and smiled, bringing the flower to my nose, memories of our first encounter drifted across my mind like a stream. My smile grows at my initial reaction of him, loathing, jealousy. I didn't see how he could be so happy and hand me a rose with no idea the pain he was causing me. I looked over at the clock on the wall to see it was half past seven. I had to get ready.

So, that's what I did. I closed up shop early after dealing with Mr. Jones and a few other customers. That took thirty minutes, I have plenty of time. I put up the rose and prepared for my shower, the shower lasted ten minutes, picking out an outfit took up twenty minutes of my time. I went with a floral print dress. Considering I only had one pair of shoes, that didn't take me much time. What came next was the second hardest part of the night: makeup. It took me an hour and five makeup tutorials before I was finished.

The next step of the processes was the hardest, the wait. I slipped on my converse and slid down the rail where I waited and waited for Mikey to show up. I tried to keep myself busy, pacing, cleaning, organizing. Literally anything to distract myself. At ten o'clock my heart flourished, he would be there any second. At ten o'five I told myself he was running late, and at ten thirty I was convinced he wasn't coming. I forced myself to stand and turn out the lights, that's when I heard a knock on the door. My heart leaped from my toes back into my chest, I practically ran to the door. I stopped just a few inches away to compose myself before opening the door. There he was, a shy smile on his face and his hands clasped behind his back.

"Sorry I took so long, I wanted everything to be perfect for your arrival." His eyes glanced over me, his smile grew even more brightly than before. Mikey took my hand and kissed my knuckles. "You're beautiful, but, princess." He ran a thumb across my cheek. "You're stunning without makeup." I smiled and glanced away, biting on my bottom lip in embarrassment.

"It's fine, but if you do it again you'll end up as roadkill. Where are you taking me?" He smirked and let me out of the shop, I locked the door behind me and he took my hand. You think I would be mad that he was late, but I wasn't I was just so relieved he showed up at all.

"Afraid I can't tell you, princess. It's a surprise." I pouted as he lead me away from the shop, arm snaked away from my hand to wrap around my waist.

"I hate surprises." he laughed and shook his head. He lead me to his most impressive car, I thought it was a challenger. Ever so the suave gentleman he opened his door for me and I got in. We drove and talked and sang until we stopped by a thick foliage of trees. "You're taking me...camping?" Mikey laughed and helped me out of the car.

"No, we just have to do a little walking to get there. Alright?" I pouted and he rolled his eyes. "You'll like it, trust me." I continued to pout as he guided me through trees and past bushes, my dress bunched up in my hand so it wouldn't drag on the forest floor. "I bet you're glad you wore sneakers?" He smirked and stepped in front of me, to block my view.

"Just shut up and move." Mikey smiled more and placed his hand in front of my face, covering my eyes. "What are you doing? Move your hand, Mikey."

"Are you ready for your surprise, princess?" His words are soft and gentle, his lips brushed against my ear. A shiver ran down my spine as we started to walk, his hands still covered my eyes. "Do you trust me?" He questioned his hands moved up my shoulders, my eyes shut tightly. I bit my lip, doubt creeped up my chest and wrapped it's meaty hands around my throat.

"I..." I licked my lips and took a deep breath. "I do." As the words left my mouth, a giant weight was lifted off my shoulders, a heat in my chest. New feelings bloomed inside of me that I couldn't quite place.

"Open your eyes, princess." My eyes slowly fluttered open to see Mikey smiling down at me, his signature tinted glasses framed his face beautifully. He took a step away from me and before my eyes was a landscape like no other. A meadow of flowers spread across the land as far as my eyes could see.

"Oh my god," tears filled my eyes at the sight of such beauty. I'd never seen so many flowers in one place before. Mother and Father would have loved this. In the middle of the meadow set a picnic for two.

"You see, every princess deserves a rose. But a beauty such as yourself deserves a field of flowers. Do you like it?" I turned back to him, he stared at me as if I was the only girl in the world, his glasses sat gracefully on the top of his head. "Oh my god, you're crying! Do you hate it that much?" I chuckled and ran up to him, my arms wrapping around his torso. He stiffened under my touch, not exactly sure how he should react.

"It's beautiful. I love it." He relaxed under my touch and hugged me back, resting his chin on the top of my head. Mikey pulled away and brushed a stray tear away. He guided me to the picnic and in the basket a rose laid gently over the food. We laughed, and talked, and ate. We watched the stars and made patterns. Mikey had brought a speaker and we danced in a meadow. Afterwards, we just laid and talked. All of our dates together were spent in that field of flowers. Except winters, winters were spent inside watching movies together.