This morning I slept in till 2:00 and woke up to the chiming noises of my phone. My bleary eyes groped in the brightness for my trusted phone and then squinted rapidly. Agrh, my eyes! The brightness of a thousand suns. Trust me, I've seen it. Every morning. Once my poor eyes once again adjusted to the light, I read my text thinking it was probably from Myra but for once I was wrong.

'So would you able to come at 7:00 tonight at the restaurant? I'll see you there.

It was Thomas! Now in the cliche movies this was the perfect time to have a cute romantic texting moment. But in the cruel reality of Julia's world... You couldn't. Because I had no credit. Welcome to my world. Yet for once I woke up smelling sun shine and rainbows! If rainbows had a smell.... Whatever.

I had forgotten to plan my perfect outfit so I was going to hunt out the perfect one. No matter what. Myra came over to help me 'explore' the inner depths of the lost world called my closet to seek out the perfect outfit. It was SO hard though! A mix of smart, pretty, romantic but still casual. I didn't want to overdo it. Like how fancy do I want to be? How fancy do I want him to think I am fancy? How fancy should he think that I try to be fancy for the sake of being fancy? Like how fancy... Oh I give up.

For the billionth time ever, I held up a spaghetti strap dress, repeating the same question.

"How about this?"

"Ew. This isn't prom Julia!" Grimaced Myra from her lying down position on my bed.

I refrained from rolling my eyes and once again rummaged through my lost world of sweaters and jeans. We had spent an hour on this. I held up a black skater shirt.

"How about this?"

Myra wasn't paying attention though. She was scrolling through my play list of songs. Great. Friendship goals. After a couple seconds her face lit up and with a swipe of her finger, 'sweater weather: holes in my sweater' started playing. I sighed and went back to looking for clothes. 

Despite the somewhat inappropriate meaning behind it, I couldn't help but start singing along with the chorus; all the while searching around for more clothes. Who says I can't multitask?

*Cause it's too cold..

*For you here....

*And now so let me hold....

*Both your hands in... The holes of my sweater...

Then Myra perked up like she had just been hit by this billion dollar idea. She raced towards my closet and picked up what I recognized as one of those grey scoop-neck irregular open-work sweaters. She chucked it at me with an excited gleam in her eyes. 

"Try it on!" She enthusiastically squealed, resembling those crazed fans that watched their teams play Football on live tv. 

As I started prying it on over my black sleeved shirt, I could hear her excitement from the bed.   

"Because it is Winter! So it is the perfect 'sweater weather'! That is so romantic!" 

This time I actually rolled my eyes and tried to do a cat walk, the fabric swaying around my waist, the neckline off my shoulder. Myra clapped rapidly saying that this was the 'perfect' one. Paired with a white circle scarf, blue skinny jeans and black combat boots it looked apparently beautiful. Courtesy Myra. As if. I couldn't forget my large gold chain necklace. About my hair... That was super easy. I just swept my curls over my shoulder to one side. 

"Done," I announced, brushing down my sweater. I couldn't keep the relief out of my voice. A quick glance at the clock, it was 5:30 pm. 

"Oh no you're not!" Cut in Myra, her fingers already reaching for the make up bag. So I sat down and let her do my makeup, on the warning she made it natural. She still somehow made it smoky natural. Concealer and foundation. Champagne and chocolate eyelids, a sweep of mascara and blush. A final flourish of eyebrow make up and soft pink lips. I was done. I looked in the mirror and was caught off guard.

"Wow..." I murmured admiring how her make up perfect concealed my imperfections and brought out my blue eyes. She beamed back, her pride evident in her now straightened posture. Then I looked at the clock and almost had a heart attack. It was 6:15!

I quickly ushered Myra out the house, and paced out the front door, over bubbling with excitement. I was going on a FIRST DATE! Squueee. I was prepared to walk to the restaurant to work up an appetite but no... I bumped into Thomas, who was about to ring the doorbell. Wait. Was his hair, gelled? In a quiff? 

OH.MY.GOD...

"Escorting you to the restaurant," he grinned in a mocking bow, his pearly smile dazzling under the light.

I laughed and grabbed the keys from the lock and then SLAM! I jumped a little. Thomas had slammed the door shut. I looked at his face, he looked fine. Not angry or anything. I frowned slightly but kept smiling.

Inside the car I saw another older man that must have been his uncle, although he looked a lot like Thomas only 20 years older. Wow, he family is SO good looking. I smiled brightly at Thomas and stepped into the passenger seat at the front. I was feeling so giddy and weird. And then SLAM! I frowned again as Thomas climbed into the Driver's seat. SLAM! I gave his uncle a friendly wave which he returned. 

Everything was going just about perfect. I breathed in the rich smell of luxurious leather that mingled with the minty cinnamon smell. Heaven... Then Thomas's uncle opened his mouth but Thomas quickly flashed him a brief don't-talk-about-what-I-think-you-are-going-to-talk-about look. I smirked. That was the story of my life with my mom. No kidding. The drive to the restaurant was quick so I hopped out and then thanked Thomas's uncle. I could hear the SLAM noise from the other side of the car. Sigh. Then Thomas walked over just as I closed the car door normally. Bump! Like normal people did. 

But it seemed like I had done something really wrong. His face went into a look of pure terrified horror and rushed over to me before opening the car door and once agai- SLAM went the car door. I frowned again slightly, wondering why he always slammed the car door. Then his uncle sensed my confusion and gave me a sad warning look although he wished he could explain. I frowned yet again. I made a mental note to ask him why later. But for now... It was date time! I clutched his hand, my heart beating so much it hurt. He flashed another one of his beautiful smiles. Which I tried to returned, although it wasn't half as pretty as his. 

I glimpsed the title: Touché Cupid Meals!

What restaurant would name it that?

Eye roll, this one.

As we walked into the restaurant, in the corner I could see Evelyn and... Was that Sam? I smirked to myself. Did Thomas bring a... Wing man? I smirked at him with a joking look and so did he. I guess Thomas figured out the same thing. Sam saw us and gave a quick recognizing look. He was good-looking and handsome but compared to Thomas, he looked like a sore blob fish. No offense implied. Thomas had a black t-shirt, a dark brown combat jacket paired with navy jeans. Stop it Julia, you are going to drool.

A pretty waitress came over and seated Thomas and I on one table and Evelyn and Sam a few tables away from us. She started saying something to Thomas and I cursedly stalked up to them. Oh no you don't  woman! Fight me! People may think I am weak but I pack a pretty feisty punch! 

Not like I.... Ever experience punching.... Someone.... No way... I never ever had.... Punched.... Someone...

There was no violence however. A vicious death stare that could burn holes in diamonds and I hastily lead him away.

"She was flirting with you," I warned him.

He shrugged,"no she wasn't Julia. She was just being nice." For someone who gets a lot of A's and can figure out what favorite color you like; you'd think he'd be more observant.

I growled getting frustrated,"how could you be so oblivious? She literally asked for your number!"

"Yeah. For the math school work."

Say what? "Thomas. She doesn't even go to your school!" Gosh. Boys.

Then he wheeled around looking really confused, shocked and amused. "Are you... Jealous?"

"No!"

Yes, I thought. Because I'm crazy in love with you. As we were both being seated(by a different waitress), Thomas was obviously laughing about something.

I followed his gaze only to see and hear Evelyn and Sam sitting down, irritatedly saying to the waitress all the while doing this hilarious chicken sign language:

"She/he is NOT my Boyfriend/Girlfriend!" In perfect unison. Is it wrong to ship it? #sorry. #sorrynotsorry

I laughed along with him, enjoying this moment so I would remember it forever. Correct, forever. That's when I noticed he was staring at me. I blinked, still staring... Still staring. Was it my make up? I squirmed and fidgeted with my hair. Talk about awkward silence. Then I took my sip of the water and so did he. Our awkward silence was then broken by the spluttering of Thomas as he undoubtedly choked. This would sound creepy but even his choking looked cute. What is wrong with me? He silently wiped his mouth on a napkin, looking unamused. 

Finally I asked,"why are you staring at me?" This was meant to be rhetorical by the way.

He shrugged and kept staring at me before he suddenly blurted out the most cheesy but heartfelt answer without warning.

"Is it wrong to say you are beautiful?"

Such a beautiful way to begin the night.

So please vote! The next chapter will be the rest of this date. Do I smell another one coming? *sniffs the air* We'll see. K Byee. Also why do you think Thomas slams the door??

Credit to JXSSCHXN and Hippy book worm for some of the ideas.

Vote for the Fault in Our Stars reference. Oh yes!