First Date

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I remember when Brett texted me and asked me out on our first date. I was excited, but I was really nervous too. That was my first date ever and I didn't want to mess it up. He was going to pick me up at seven. I put on a pink crop top with a black and pink skater skirt. I put on my black converse and put my hair in a bun. Brett said to dress casual but I still wanted to look cute. He showed up right at seven and we walked to a park. He had set up this amazing picnic under a giant oak tree. We talked for hours about everything. Even though I had known him for a week, I felt like I had known him my whole life. He was literally the perfect guy. He loved his family, he had straight A's in school, he wanted to be a doctor, he volunteered whenever he could, and had been nervous on the meeting day too. A part of me thought he was too perfect and that he was hiding something. I was never really was one to trust others at the beginning. I had trust issues after my best friend stabbed me in the back when I was in the third grade. That was one of the reasons I never had many friends. I didn't trust them until I really got to know them. After about four hours of a picnic, Brett walked me home. Little did I know what was going to hit me a couple months later.

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