"Thanks. I'll be right over." You say into your telephone before hanging it up. Your friend, (F/N), invited you over to her house. You were really happy since you had nothing better to do. You quickly grabbed your coat and headed out the door.

You start skipping the sidewalk until you quickly ran out of energy. You were halfway to your friend's house when you accidently bumped into a random stranger.

"Oh! I'm so sorry!" You immediately say out of instinct.

"It's alright, love." A british voice responds. The two of you soon make eye contact, suddenly having stars in not only his, but your eyes.

"Say, I've never seen you around." He says once you managed to break the contact.

"Yeah, I'm new to these parts." You smile and look down to the concrete below your feet. He takes his hand and lifts your head to make your eyes meet his.

"Shall I show you around, love?"

"But I don't even know your name."

"David Jones."

"(F/N) (L/N), and I'd be glad to have you show me around."

The two of you put your hands around each other's waist, already acting like a true couple.

-

"Why didn't you show up!" (F/N) shouted into the phone.

"Listen! I'm sorry! I was heading over then I," your voice starts out strong but soon turns into a whisper as you finish your sentence. "I met a boy."

Your friend's hollering fills into your ear. "Finally! Who is he? Is he cute? Is he a sweet boy? Is he cute?"

You suddenly clear your throat. You might as well become deaf by the end of the day. (F/N) clearly wasn't going to calm down anytime soon. You take a deep breath before telling your friend all of the details they wanted.

-

"Why 'ello, love!" Davy greets to you. Today was going to be your first date together.

"Hello, Davy!" You step out from the doorway so he can enter. Today wasn't going to be the most fanciest date since you insisted that you plan the date. It was just going to be a simple movie date with a bowl of popcorn in between you two. In reality, it was all you could afford to do.

The two of you sit on the couch. You rest your head on Davy's shoulder.

"I'm sorry." You accidently say.

"For what?"

"For planning such an awful date."

"Well, love, if it makes you feel better I couldn't do any better."

Your friend was right, he is a keeper.