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Sarah lay sprawled out over my bed as I searched through my closet for something to wear later on my date with Harrison Cole.

Whoa.

Let me just say that again it sounded really cool.

My date with Harrison Cole.

My date with Harrison Cole.

Okay, I'll stop now before I sound too creepy and weird. Sometimes that happens and I don't even realize it has and it gets all awkward and uncomfortable, at least in my head.

Anyway, as I looked through my closet suddenly everything I owned seemed outdated or ugly or simply uncool. I had nothing to put on. NOTHING. Surely everyone has gone through this though, I mean there are only like five things a girl likes in her closet on a regular basis and it's just alternating those five things and hoping they're never all in the wash at the same time.

Except right then even those five things didn't appeal to me. I spun around on my heel and threw my arms up in the air, resisting the urge to drop to my knees and throw a temper tantrum like a 17-year-old girl never should.

Surely everyone gets those urges too...

"Sarah!" Her name came from my lips as a little squeal-y whine and she looked up from her book. Her short blonde hair in a tiny French braid, face framed by the little pieces in the front that couldn't fit. When she saw me her head fell to the side slightly and she gave me a look that said: Oh Monty.

"What is it now?" she asked and I whimpered.

"The same it was two minutes ago! I can't find anything to wear." I mumbled as I walked over to my desk and flopped down into the swivel chair that I loved so dearly. My arms hung limply over the sides and my head lolled forward so my chin rested on my chest. It was the ultimately defeated position.

"You know it's like twelve o'clock and he's not coming till six, right?" she asked raising an eyebrow. "And I need to finish this book for PREP by Monday." She said holding up what she had been reading. I groaned.

"I know he's coming at six! That only leaves us..." I trailed off and counted out the hours on my fingers. Sarah rolled her eyes

"It means you have six hours." She finished for me and I nodded.

"Exactly! Six hours to find an outfit that I don't own! I couldn't do that if I had forever, it's literally impossible. As for the book thing, you're the one who came over here. I didn't force you to come to my house for the day." I mumbled while biting my thumbnail.

"Oh please, Mon. You did all but barge through my front door and drag me out of bed. Although I would have come over anyway." She looked down and glanced up at me, an evil grin working its way onto her face, "You know maybe you should throw on some sweats and a t-shirt, he might just be taking you to a cupboard under the stairs." She said cheekily. I reached out to swat her arm.

"Sarah!" Sarah thought it was hilarious that Harrison and I kissed in the school's janitor's closet and wouldn't shut up about all the other hovels he could take me to on our date.

"What? It's possible! You don't know where you guys are going." She said in a singsong voice. It was true, Harrison hadn't told me where we were going... He said it was a surprise, but to dress warmly. I figured this meant we'd be spending some time outside. "Besides, why'd he pick a janitor's closet in the first place? Not very romantic Mon. He couldn't have pulled you onto a moonlit, dew-dropped football field or something?" I laughed and kicked her book out of her hands with my foot.

"It was sweet! Don't ruin the moment." I said and she giggled

"Sorry, you know I'm sure there must be something romantic about it, maybe the sweet smell of bleach and dusty brooms... oh, young love." She sighed dreamily and fluttered her eyelashes. I shook my head and stood up again, stretching down so my fingers touched my toes.

So what? It wasn't the most beautiful setting for a first kiss, but it was perfect for me because it was a boy who I liked and we didn't bonk noses.

Yep.

That ticks all my boxes for a first kiss.

Plus that extra box I added as a freshman in high school that said 'Harrison Cole will kiss me first'.

So let's just...

Check.

Check.

And

Check.

The kiss kept replaying in my head through all hours of they day. Even during the night it was in my dreams. Harrison's hands on my face and his lips pressed against mine. My back against the shelving... I shivered just thinking about it and a grin spread wide onto my face. I couldn't seem to get rid of that grin. Sarah rolled her eyes at me.

"Does anyone else know about the kiss?" she asked and I shook my head.

"No, we didn't tell anyone yesterday... I guess it's a good thing though. Like if I completely embarrass myself tonight and he never wants to see me again, at least no one else will know about what almost was." I said as I began to peer into my closet again.

"You know Mon, if this boy hurts you again..." she whispered and I turned around to look at her. Sarah's eyes were wide and tentative and I sighed. She was worried about me after the whole almost-kiss he pulled at the mall.

"I know, but he said he was sorry about that."

"I don't want you getting hurt Monty and boys... they always mess everything up."

"Boy's don't always mess everything up, Sarah," I said with a slight chuckle. Nope, because sometimes it's just me that messes things up. She shook her head.

"That's not what I meant, but... never mind. Just be careful okay Mon?" I nodded my head and smiled at her.

"I'll be fine, it's not like I'm going to war." I said, "Now will you help me pick out an outfit already!?"

It took Sarah about half an hour to pick what I would wear out with Harrison. After Sarah selected the perfect outfit for my date, we headed out to grab some lunch. Panera was Sarah's favorite, although I could never understand why she and so many other members of the human population care for the place so much. I don't find anything special about the atmosphere or the food. Although the macaroni and cheese is pretty darn good and I love their slushy lemonade so I ordered that, while Sarah had a chicken sandwich of some kind. We really only meant to pop out for half an hour at tops but ended up getting back to my house two hours later. We had three hours to get read before Harrison showed up at my door so I immediately hopped into the shower and did the routine I think all girls go through before a date.

Shampoo.

Conditioner.

Shave.

Etcetera.

Etcetera.

Basically, I came out smelling like coconut and as smooth as a baby's butt, a white cotton towel around my body and another around my head. Sarah was on the floor reading for PREP again. I made my way over to the bed where we had laid out my clothes. Sarah didn't look up from her page and I cleared my throat.

"So, how are you and Dillon?" I asked casually. I hadn't heard much about her and Dillon's relationship recently, which was strange because Sarah used to love to talk about them. Slowly Sarah raised her head.

"Um... he's ah good. We're good." She said and I raised an eyebrow at the way her voice sounded automated and forced.

"Really? I just don't see him very much anymore."

"Yeah well, you wouldn't, eating lunch with the populars and all." She said shrugging, her gaze locked on her book. I furred my eyebrows at her clipped tone. Her words hurt. Especially since they were true. I wasn't meaning to spend less time with her. She was still my best friend. I didn't even know how to act when with all the members of the center table. Knowing that two of them don't like you is, well it's awkward for you. John was always glaring and Liana's face was fixed in a permanent phoney smile that made my skin crawl. At least it was phoney to me... Before I could even reply she sighed and shook her head "I'm sorry Mon, I'm just stressed is all." She gave me a look that said she was tired and sorry and I forced a nod. I grabbed my clothes off the bed and went back into the bathroom to change.

She had selected light blue skinny jeans with rips in the knees and with a pale grey blowy top and my blush pink sweater that came down to my thighs. It was my favorite and I almost bought it in two colors when I saw it at the Mall. Of course, this was before I was friends with Penny, Christina, and Liana so I was shopping with my mom.

Yay me.

Don't worry you can all cough and call me a loser under your breath, but I know you shop with your mom too. I came back out of the bathroom and sat my desk do my makeup. I set up the camera on my laptop so I could use it as a mirror, my phone next to me in case Harrison called.

I was worried he might realize how stupid this was and cancel. My stomach was in knots. The room had a heavy silence to it with Sarah and I not talking and so when my phone and MacBook went off with a Face Time call we both jumped two feet back.

My phone and MacBook were connected through iMessage and my Apple ID so they both picked up calls and messages.

I looked at the number to see it was unknown and glanced at Sarah who was watching the larger screen too. I put down the blush brush that I had been using.

"Who is it?" she asked and I shrugged. She chewed her lip as they continued to ring and then her face lit up. "Answer it Mon! Quickly pick it up!" she shouted getting to her feet and hurrying over. When I hesitated she shouted again "I know who it is! Pick up!" She stood just out of the camera as I clicked the green button.

My whole body stopped functioning as a face popped up on the screen, a tanned face with full lips and dark eyebrows to match the dark hair on top of his head. He smiled brightly at the camera and I was left in a state of pure shock.

I'm sure most girls would react the same way though.

I mean he said he would call.

But...

But here he was.

On my computer screen.

Smiling like he was viewing the vaults in Fort Knox.

"Jen!" he spoke first and that just made it all the more real.

Maybe this whole meeting Issac and YouTube thing was one big hallucination that occurred every time I was a little bit stressed. "Hey," he continued and his smile slowly turned into an adorable triumphant grin, "I told you I would call. For a second there I was worried you wouldn't pick up though." He said and laughed a little. A smile lit up my face at the sight of him and when Sarah kicked my leg I managed to get my mouth in gear.

"Ha yeah well that's what you get for not giving me your number too. I didn't recognise the caller." I replied and he nodded.

"Sorry, you're right. I had a split second where I regretted that decision just now. A little hurt you forgot me already, Grayworth Girl." I giggled.

"I didn't forget... I just- well to be completely honest I didn't think you would remember. How many girls do you say you'll call and then don't?"

He paused, a thoughtful expression on his face as if he was thinking about the number.

"Zero." He said finally and then grinned "Besides you I don't make any such promises."

Oh god.

I could stare at that smile all day long and never get tired of it.

"I don't really talk to many girls." He said and I almost choked on my own spit, my eyes jumped out of their sockets.

"You're kidding! Don't lie to me Issac with 2 and a half million subscribers I think you have enough girls who would like to talk to you." I said. He shrugged and scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Well, you're the one I'm talking to now so I guess that's what matters." He said after carefully choosing his words. He gave a small smirk as a blush crept up my neck.

He seemed to study me carefully for a moment and then his eyebrows drew together. "I'm not interrupting anything am I?"

"What? Of course not. Why would you say that?"

"It's just you look like you're getting ready to go somewhere. Are you going out?" he asked and I looked down at my clothes. From them and my makeup, you could infer I was going out.

I was going out on a date.

Shit.

Darn.

I forgot.

All it took as a call from Issac and I forgot I was going on a date. Not good.

I opened my mouth to tell Issac where I was going when the words caught in my throat. I glanced at Sarah who was watching intently, her eyes wide. She seemed to understand what was going through my mind at the moment and she nodded her head in agreement with me.

How could I tell Issac I was going on a date when he specifically asked me if I had a boyfriend.

I mean strictly speaking I don't. I wouldn't want to jump to conclusions or presume, but if all went well tonight I, Monty Montgomery may have a boyfriend.

Maybe.

Possibly.

I brought my thumb to my lip and chewed on the nail.

"I'm ah- going out with some friends," I said, the lie not as smooth as I would have hoped for, but Issac smiled, oblivious all the same.

"Sounds fun. Where are you going?" he asked. It was pure curiosity on his part, but part of me panicked that he was trying to pick at my lie. I glanced at Sarah nervously and she looked just as troubled as I did.

"We haven't decided yet. I'm not sure what the girls have planned for us to do. I wasn't gonna go but," I gave a shaky laugh "Sarah insisted I go with her and the others." Issac nodded.

"Tell Sarah I say hey. I mean I don't want to keep you if you're busy." He said and glanced to look at something off the camera, a stab of guilt hit me in the gut. Wow.

I was an awful person.

My hands were shaking under the desk and my heart was beating a thousand beats per minute. My throat was drying out too.

"Unless of course, you're just saying that so you can hang up on me." He said raising an eyebrow and smirking playfully. I couldn't stop the lead ball that dropped in my stomach.

No.

You're doing nothing wrong.

You can go on a date.

Yeah, but you're lying to him about it.

It's just a small lie...

What about him not knowing your real name? How small is that one, huh?

Shut up conscience. No one asked your opinion.

Great now I was arguing with my brain.

"No, of course not! In fact, now I have your number you probably will be hearing a lot from me." I said and grinned as brightly as I could. His breath-taking green eyes sparkled at that.

"So you won't forget me again?" he asked. Forget him? Forget him? How in the world could one forget Issac Rush?

"Never." I replied. At least that was nothing but the truth. He nodded.

"Good because I won't be forgetting you anytime soon, Grayworth Girl."

Oh god, I'm going to die sitting here in my chair. My cheeks flamed bright red and he laughed. His head tossed backward and the sound was glorious. I could listen to it all day. All night. Forever.

The feeling was like a fairy tale. Glitter running through my veins because of how impossibly real this was. I had initially been drawn to Issac through a screen much like this one. I had found comfort in being able to stare and admire all I wanted and not have him ever know. No one had to know if I didn't want them to, but now... he was alive and real and... and my heart was still beating at an unsafe rate...

Then he clicked the end button and his face flashed off the screen.

I barely had a moment to get myself together before Sarah slapped her hands down on my shoulders.

I could feel her jumping up and down behind me.

Wait.

Shouldn't I be the one doing that?

I closed my mouth that was still hung open, Issac's face permanently etched onto the inside of my eyelids. Let me tell you it wasn't bad at all, having a face like that to look at 24/7 would be amazing; of course, I didn't mean that in a metaphorical way because it would be painful to have something actually scratched onto your eyelids...

Oh God, shut up. Why are you such an idiot Monty?

I shook my head and looked at Sarah.

"Oh. My. God. Monty! That was Issac. He called you. He actually called you!"

Okay well, the 'actually' hurt a little bit, although I understood because I hadn't expected him to actually call either.

I stood up from my chair.

There was tingling in my bones as my limbs were practically begging me to break into dance mode and sing to the angels.

They probably wouldn't appreciate that... I suck at singing.

Something stopped me from doing those things though. Something that made my heart stop, or should I say, someone.

And that someone was ringing my doorbell right now. I heard my mother answer the door, her voice cheery and animated as she greeted Harrison. I can imagine her nodding in approval at the sight of him, mentally congratulating me in my life long endeavour to find a cute boy. A cute boy who I had literally been crushing on for four years of my life. A cute boy who had finally noticed me. A cute boy who was sweet and handsome and the owner of my first kiss. I mean it wasn't like I could buy that back from him. A first kiss is gone once it's gone.

"Monty?" I looked to Sarah, she had an unsure expression on her face and she glanced towards the door. "What are you going to tell Harrison?" she asked and I took a deep breath.

"What do you mean?" I replied as calmly as I could.

"I mean... well, are you still going out with him? Issac—"

I shook my head. I couldn't let her finish that sentence.

"Sarah, of course, I'm going on my date with Harrison,"

"But Issac... you said-"

"Sarah, Issac lives two hours away and he's a world famous YouTube star," I laughed breathily, my heart was beating frantically and I didn't really know where I was going with that statement "It's crazy he's talking to me sure, but there is nothing else to it." Was all I managed to get out before I grabbed my jacket off the bed, tossed my phone into my purse and went downstairs.

Because surely...

"It's crazy." I whispered again, this time for myself. I needed to hear it. I needed to hear it so I didn't do anything stupid.

Like not go on my date with Harrison.

Now that would be something crazy.

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A/N- A long, but sort of uneventful chapter and for the classically overdone "getting ready scene", but... we got to see our little Issac! (It also shows a little bonding time between Sarah and Monty) Hopefully we can get him to make more of a common appearance. Maybe if we ask nicely? ;)

Also! New cover! What do we think? (The one above is a special 4th of July one haha not the actual one)