Eleven

sixty nine.

i was excited.

dallas was coming here in a mere five minutes for our date and the butterflies in my stomach just wouldn't go away.

i was wearing a navy blue sundress with sandals and i looked in the mirror putting on my diamond stud earrings.

my mother would definitely approve.

i heard the doorbell ring and the door open.

as i headed down the stairs i could hear my dad and dallas talking.

"mr. stevens, words can not describe how thankful i am too you."

"dallas, your a good kid and my daughter seems to have an infatuation with you. just repay me back by taking good care of her."

"of course."

i went over toward them, staring at dallas, a smile hanging from my face.

he was wearing a black button up, with his sleeves rolled up, a pair of black jeans and chucks.

he looked good.

really good.

"picture time."

"are serious dad?"

"yes. my daughter is growing up, i need to capture the moment."

dallas grabbed my hand, grinning, showing his pearly teeth.

my dad snapped the picture as we stood together.

"dad. we're leaving."

"have fun, i love you indie."

"i love you too dad."

we walked out the front door, dallas opening the passenger door for me. he got into his seat and stayed silent for a while, not doing anything.

"dallas?"

he stayed silent concentrating.

"okay, i'll admit, i'm a little nervous and you look extremely gorgeous right now and i'm babbling, i just don't really do this often and yeah."

he let out a breath, his cheeks red.

"dallas, are you blushing?"

"shut up."

i giggled and looked out the widow curious to where we were going.

"where we going?"

"do you trust me?"

i thought for a moment.

"yes."

he smiled.

"good."