"Gregory, what the hell are you doing next to me?" I open my eyes and see my brother sleeping next to me.

I jerk away and get up. He mumbles something in his sleep which nobody can understand.

Nelson starts laughing at us. He's the early bird among us.

"Lisa, I guess he came home late and didn't know which was his bed." Nelson tells me chuckling.

"And, Lisa by the way, you've got something out for you."Nelson teasingly smiles at me and leaves.

I put my hair into a bun and walk out and find a big bouquet of flowers. I walk to it and it has my name on it.

I wonder who would give me such beautiful flowers. I hope it's not my brothers tricking me. I open the note stuck on it and it read;

Good morning Lisa.

I would like to ask you out properly.

If yes, then be ready by 4pm. I'll be there to pick you up.

P.s. We never exchanged numbers.
       This is mine: 06 78 90 12 34

Regards,
Robert Jameson

I smile at his gesture and close the note. I take the flowers out of the bouquet and put them in the vase on the side table.

***

It's 3pm and I'm still not ready. I don't know what to wear. I wanted to go casual so I slip into my hot pants and yellow tank top.

I tie my hair into a high pony. I put some lipgloss. I've never been the makeup kind.

My phone vibrates and its Robert.
If any of you are wondering how, after his small gesture this morning, I texted him and said yes for the date.

I'll be there in 20.- Robert

Aunt Mel is cool with it and so are my brothers. I didn't tell my mom and dad yet. But that's always for the good because they will start to panic and even want to Skype Robert to see if he's a good guy.

It's just our first date and nothing serious right now.

After about waiting impatiently for fifteen minutes, the door bell rings and I run to it because it must be Robert.

I open the door revealing a HOT Robert. I mean he's always hot. But the khaki shorts and his black t-shirt and man, his hair is always messed.

This is HOT ...hot....HOT!!!!!

Stay cool Lisa!

Does he ever run a comb through his hair? But it's okay! Because messy hair is sexy on him.

He smiles and I invite him in.

Aunt Mel and Uncle Tom are working. As for my brothers Gregory is still sleeping and I'm guessing it's a hangover. Nelson went to the library.

I grab my phone and see myself one last time in the mirror.

Casual! Yes! I didn't want to look too girly on our first date.

I mean it's like two friends hanging out.

"Ready?" He asks me and I nod smiling at him.

I lock the door behind me and leave the keys in the flower pot beside it.

"We're going on a motorcycle?" I ask him surprised, seeing a yellow motorcycle in front of me.

"Yes! You like it?" He says starting it, gesturing me to get on.

I giggle at him because he looks hilarious with that clown helmet on but I place my hands on his shoulder and help myself onto the motor cycle.

We reach a nearby park. He carries a picnic basket and I blush a little. It was so thoughtful of him.

I help him spread the sheet on the grass, a nice spot by the pond.

We sit down and he opens the basket and takes a box of sandwiches and pours our drink into two cups.

"Thanks for this! Very thoughtful of you." I tell him and our eyes meet.

I feel that electricity again. Every time those blue eyes bore into mine, I lose control. I don't breathe anymore, I freeze in my spot.

Gosh? Why does he have this effect on me? Do I also have that effect on him? Because he stops and stares into mine, frozen in his spot too.

A group of kids run by us, screaming bringing both of us out of our trances.

We have a general conversation. He tells me about London and his high school. I tell him about my high school and my family.

He loves the Harry Potter series. He's not amazed to know that I'm into romantic novels because most girls are.

"So you like writing?" He asks me taking a bite of his sandwich.

"Yes! I do! I feel so much better after writing a chapter. It's like a stress buster but also, enhances my imagination. I get to be creative. I get to do whatever I want. I'm the author, the creator..." And he stops me by saying,

"The artist!" He smiles and I swear I blushed tomato red.

"Yes.. Actually it's like being the artist. What is art to you?" He turns away from my gaze to the pond and pauses a little before he answers.

"Liberty! You draw what you see, you draw what you imagine, you draw people, you draw things, you draw places, you can even draw your life. "

I'm taken aback by his response. He really loves painting.

"I think you're going to be a great artist." I tell him and he smiles but says nothing.

We don't notice the time at all because we were so engrossed in talking.

It's almost 6pm. We pack up and walk to his motorcycle.

Unknowingly our shoulders brush and our arms rub against each other. He takes my hand in his and I don't object it.

My hands are smaller than his but a perfect fit in his.

He walks me to our door but the house is dark. I look at the door and it's locked. I guess the others went out for dinner.

He gives me a peck on my cheeks and turns to leave.

"Robert, want to stay longer? It's not that late." He turns around and he nods  in agreement and follows me.

He closes the door behind him and I gesture him to sit down.

I get him a glass of water and sit on the opposite side. Because we all know what happened last time I sat beside him.

It's like there's this magnetic field around us, pushing us to each other. We can't stop once we start.

It's lust for sure but I like this kind too. It's thrilling and adventurous. I get to feel things I haven't before.

He gets up and says,"Lisa, grandma will be alone. I'll better get going. Good night!"

I don't say anything, just nod and walk him to the door.

He stands outside, facing me, and I contemplate whether to give him a kiss.

We both bump into each other, guess he also wanted to kiss me.

I lean forward and he bends down and our lips meet again.

We pull away but don't loosen our holds of each other. He pushes me back into the house and closes the door.

I don't stop him at all. He kisses me again and I kiss him back.

He slowly pushes me to the wall and my hands go around his neck. He bites my lower lip and I give him entrance. He makes me moan and I pull his T shirt. He pulls me closer and his hands tug my tank top and he enters it.

I feel his warm hands on my cold skin. He squeezes my hips. I pull away from the kiss. He breathes and stares into my eyes. I let go off him and shift in my place.

"Umm...I better go." That's all he says between breathing.

The door shuts behind him and I'm alone.

A/n:
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