It was Wednesday and I had just gotten out of my only class for the day. Declan and I decided to have our date tonight and my nerves had been getting worse and worse as the day had gone on. I walked to my dorm room and stared at my closet. Isabel was in class so I had the room all to myself to get ready.

What do I wear? I didn't want to dress up too much but I didn't know where Declan was taking me. What if he took me to a fancy restaurant and I looked like a hick? Oh my god, I think I'm going to have a panic attack.

I needed someone to tell me what to wear because I had no freaking clue where to even start. I took out my phone and called Bridget.

"Hey, sweet cheeks, what's up?" She answered.

"I need you. My room. Now." I said simply and hung up, knowing it would only take her five minutes to get here. I waited, staring at my closet like the perfect outfit was going to jump out at me. I closed my eyes and sighed. I shouldn't have agreed to go on a date with him. I'm so stupid. I've never even been friends with a guy before and now I was going to go on a date with one? I can't believe I'm doing this. I put my hand up to my chest as I willed my heart to stop beating so hard. Suddenly, the door swung open, revealing a frazzled Bridget. She looked me over with worried eyes.

"What's wrong?! Did someone die?!" She screamed, while slamming the door shut. I rolled my eyes at her dramatic entrance.

"No, I have a date." I replied. Her eyes grew wider, if that was even possible.

"Oh my god! My baby is growing up!" She cried, pulling me into a tight hug.

"Can't. Breathe." I squeezed out through her suffocation. She immediately let me go and grabbed my shoulders, staring into my eyes.

"You finally said yes to Declan?" She asked. I nodded, glancing at the closet. Damn clothes, maybe I would just wear some yoga pants and a baggy shirt and give up on life.

"So what do you need me for?" She asked, tilting her head slightly.

"What the hell do I wear?" I asked, exhausted already. She giggled and then turned to look at my closet.

"You've always looked good in blue. It brings out your gorgeous eyes." She commented as she pulled all of the blue out of my closet and laid them on my bed. I watched her as she picked up each item, one by one, holding them up to me.

"Nope, too casual, too hipster, too formal, oh hell no, why do you even have this?" She asked when she got to a frayed blue hippy shirt I had from middle school. I blushed thinking of the day I wore it to school on 80's day.

"It was for spirit week." I mumbled. She giggled at me and the threw it to the side. Then she picked up a light blue summer dress. I had only worn it a couple times since I didn't really like dresses too much.

"This would be cute but it's chilly out since its almost November. Hmmm..." She trailed off as she spun around to look at my closet again. She dug around until she pulled out a pair of white leggings.

"Perfect!" She yelled, throwing them at me. I held them as she grabbed my light blue vans that would match the dress and tossed those into my hands too. She was so good at this. How did she know this stuff? It made me envious of her. She walked over to me and smiled, putting her hands on her hips.

"Go knock 'em dead, Goldilocks." She winked at me when she used Declan's nickname for me. I narrowed my eyes at her.

"Don't call me that. I don't even know why he calls me that." I grumbled as I picked up the dress off the bed and started to change. Once I got it all on, I walked over to the mirror in the bathroom and looked myself over. Luckily, my forehead had healed enough the last couple days that it wasn't as noticeable anymore.

"Should I wear makeup?" I asked Bridget, peeking out of the bathroom at her. She looked up at me from her phone and nodded.

"Maybe just some light makeup." She said and then returned to her phone. Who was she texting? I glared at her for a moment before turning around and putting my make up on. I walked back into the room and rose an eyebrow at her. She was still texting!

"Hello? Earth to Bridget." I said, waving a hand in front of her. She looked up at me and smiled.

"You look great!" She said enthusiastically.

"Who are you texting?" I asked. She grinned sheepishly at me.

"Grant." My eyes widened.

"Declan's Grant?" I couldn't believe it. Actually, I could. They had really similar personalities and I bet they got along really well.

"Yeah, we've kept in contact since we went bowling." She admitted. I finally smiled at her and she looked surprised at my reaction.

"Do you like him?" I asked, feeling slightly excited for her.

"Yeah, but I'm waiting for him to ask me out. I don't want him to think I'm desperate...you're ok with this?" She seemed worried.

"Why wouldn't I be?" I asked, feeling genuinely confused.

"Well, the last I checked, you still hated men. And you interrogated Ray the other day...Declan really has done a number on you, huh?" She was staring at me like I had grown another head. I realized at that moment that she was right. If this had happened a few days ago, I would've flipped out. But for some reason, I felt totally fine about it. Declan really has started to change me.

Interesting.

"Alright, well, I better go or I'll be late." I said as I grabbed my things and put them in the pockets of my dress. This was actually why I bought this dress in the first place was because it had pockets to put my crap in. I hated bringing a purse with me cause I was forgetful and I would probably lose it. I waved to Bridget and walked out of the room and made my way to my vehicle. I got in and drove to Declan's house.

As soon as I pulled into his driveway, I saw him walk out of his house and lock the door. He was wearing a pair of light wash jeans and a white shirt. I noted that we were matching which I found just the slightest bit creepy but also kind of cute and funny. I got out of my car and walked up to him. He gave me a big pearly smile and I couldn't help but smile back. I was surprised that I was actually getting excited.

"Ready, Goldilocks?" He asked and I nodded. He held out his arm and I realized he wanted my to link my arm through his. With my heart fluttering, I did as he wanted and he led us into his garage. There was a red Camaro that looked brand new and next to it was a black Harley Davidson motorcycle. Declan unlinked our arms as he grabbed a helmet and handed it to me. I stared at it for a moment before looking up at him.

"We're taking the motorcycle?" I asked, as if it weren't obvious. He nodded and gave me a smirk.

"What's wrong, Goldilocks? Afraid it'll bite yah?" He asked, daring me with his eyes. I smiled and took the helmet, putting it on. He put his own on and then opened the garage door with a button. He then swung his leg over and got on. Suddenly, it roared to life and I felt my heart start to race. He looked over at me and all I could see were his mismatched eyes, challenging me with his stare. I walked over and got on the back, quickly realizing I didn't know where to put my hands. Do I hold on to him? Would that be weird?

As soon as we started to lurch forward, I immediately wrapped my arms around him, not caring anymore if it was weird. I held onto him tightly, enjoying his warmth, as we drove down the streets. I felt myself smiling, feeling genuinely happy and free. The feel of the wind on my skin made me want to spread my arms out to feel like I was flying. After a while, we started to slow down and I realized we weren't in town anymore. There were fields of grass on either side of us when we came to stop. I got off reluctantly and took off the helmet and handed it to Declan after he took his own off. He set them on the motorcycle and then looked at me with a smirk. He leaned toward me and brushed my hair lightly with his hand, sending a blush to cover my cheeks.

"God, how do you look so beautiful even with helmet hair?" He asked, looking into my eyes with his hand still tangled in my hair.

"Hah." What the hell was that? Did I just make that noise?

Declan chuckled and then grabbed my hand, walked us towards the field to the right of us. He brought us to the top of a hill and slowly, a blanket with a picnic set out on it came into view. It was like I was in a movie as we approached it. My eyes started to water when we finally reached it and Declan sat down. He looked up at me and smiled before he realized I was crying. Why couldn't I stop the tears? I felt like a water balloon that had been poked with a needle. I crumpled to the ground and stared at the beautiful basket with the bottle of wine next to it. Declan scooted over to me and wrapped me in his strong arms.

"What's wrong? You don't like it?" He asked. He sounded worried and disappointed. I shook my head into his chest.

"No. I love it...no one has ever done anything so nice for me before." My voice came out soft and weak. He pulled away slightly to look at me.

"You're crying because you're happy?" He asked, seeming confused. I smiled at him through my watery eyes and nodded. He smiled back, then leaned in and kissed my forehead.

"You never cease to amaze me, Goldi." His voice was so sweet, it made me want to listen to it all day.

"Declan, thank you." I said quietly wiping away what was left of my tears.

"For what?" He asked, furrowing his eyebrows and tilting his head to the side.

"For being consistent and never wavering. You're the first man in my life who has ever done that." I told him, looking straight into his mismatched eyes. He straightened up and smirked.

"Your welcome, Goldi. Now, let's eat cause I'm starving." He said as he opened the basket and pulled out two sandwiches, and a Tupperware with strawberries in it. We ate in a comfortable silence and when we were done, Declan poured us each a glass of wine. He handed me one and I took a sip.

It was delicious.

"Hey, Declan, what made you bring me here?" I asked, looking around. It was so beautiful, it took my breath away.

"I come here whenever I need a break. It's the perfect place to get my head together. It's my little sanctuary, I guess you could say." He expressed, looking lost in thought. He then looked over at me and smiled. God, he looked so carefree and happy.

Everything he said and did shined so brightly. I realized that was what drew me to him, his brightness. He was like the stars. Even when my world seemed so dark, he was there to brighten my night sky.