Zak Bagans/Ghost Adventures story. With Nick Groff having left the show, the network decides they want a female investigator to replace him. Zak Bagans is not happy.
He has avoided getting close to women for over two years, after a series of bad exp...
"Ugh, Cheryl! Please give me at least one hint as to what Zak has planned!" I yelled out, as I looked through the clothes in my closet for about the fifth time.
I heard Cheryl's laughter from downstairs.
"Sorry! I've been sworn to secrecy! Just go with what he told you!" Cheryl called back.
"Ugh," I moaned under my breath.
Two nights ago, before Zak had dropped me off at home after a few hours of watching TV – and sharing some more kisses – Zak had asked me out on a date.
My first date!
He hadn't given me any clues whatsoever as to what he had planned for us, all he told me was to dress "comfortable and casual".
What kind of hint was that?!
So now, I had the dilemma of trying to find the perfect outfit, all while struggling to remain calm. Neither of these things was going very well.
"You've known him for months, don't be so nervous..." I muttered to myself, rubbing my stomach a bit. It was full of butterflies.
"Find anything yet?" Cheryl's voice suddenly came from my bedroom doorway.
"No! And it's almost time for us to leave!" I said, slightly panicked.
Whatever Zak had planned, it wasn't a traditional "I'll pick you up at eight" deal. Cheryl would be diving me to an unknown location, where I'd meet up with Zak.
Cheryl laughed.
"I really wish I could, believe me, but he said he'd set spirits after me," Cheryl said, laughing, and I couldn't help but laugh.
"Ugh...please, give me anything!" I pleaded, turning to look at her. "This is my very first date, ever! I'm panicking enough as it is!" I added.
Cheryl giggled quietly.
"You'll be fine," Cheryl replied, pausing briefly as if mentally debating with herself. "Alright look, you're not going somewhere fancy. You could probably wear pyjamas for all he cares," Cheryl added.
Pyjamas?!
"Um...what?" I asked in disbelief.
"Okay, bad choice of words," Cheryl laughed. "Just pick something you could relax in, but still look nice," Cheryl added.
I couldn't help but laugh.
"Bad choice of words is an understatement!" I replied, turning back to my closet.
Cheryl laughed as she turned and headed back downstairs.
"Hurry up silly girl!" Cheryl said.
"Ugh...just pick something!" I said to myself, flicking through my clothes once again.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Ten minutes later...
"How do I look?" I asked nervously, as I reached the bottom of the stairs.
I had decided on an off white, somewhat loose fitting top, but it had a snug fitting band around the hips. The cold-shoulder sleeves (small slits in the fabric from shoulder to elbow) were elbow length, and had drawstrings at the ends. I paired that with a simple pair of black, hip hugging pants and a pair of black, platform sandals.
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