The First Date

~~Justin's POV~~

"justin!" I hear Chaz's voice coming from downstairs. "I can't believe you slept all day." what happened was I was up all night thinking about this date. I don't think I fell asleep until 5 am. Now it's 4:30 in the afternoon, I just woke up, and my date with Isabelle is in and hour and a half. I called Chaz so he could run out and do a couple things I was planning on doing. I would have asked my mom but she is back in Canada with my grandparents. I couldn't go because I had too much stuff to do with my album. Chaz ran into my room, "I got the rose and got the reservation at the Italian restaurant. I threw your name into the conversation and promised the owner an autograph from you." I looked at Chaz "really?!" Chaz threw his hands up in defense "it's not my fault they had no opening because your lazy ass didn't get out of bed!" he was right.

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After my quick shower I don't even bother wrapping a towel around my waist. I ran into my room throwing on gray boxers, black slacks, black supras, and a white button up shirt. "Chaz! Do you think a tie is to much?" Chaz runs in and looks at my outfit. "wear a neck tie. No bow tie. That would be too much" Chaz left my room while I went to my closet and pulled out a black neck tie. The only black neck tie I own. I spray on some axe and go to fix my hair.

~~Isabelle's POV~~

Omg! I slept really well but now I have been up all day. I woke up at like 5 am. I'm way more excited then I thought I would be. Justin is so sweet and I can't believe he asked me out. It was 4:30 so I figured I would take a shower.

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After my long shower I got out and wrapped a towel around my body. I walked to my bed where I had left the dress I was wearing. The dress I was wearing was black and purple. The top was purple with a black lace over lay, a purple strand of silk wrapped around my body right below my boobs tied in a bow in the back, The rest was black. The top was tight but, the rest was loose. I out on a silver necklace that had black beads lining it. I curled my dark brown hair in loose curls. I sat down at my desk and put on some light make-up. I sprayed Someday on my neck and one wrist. I forgot so, instead of rubbing my wrists together I rubbed my one wrist on my other arm and walked out of my room. I wanted to look as perfect as I could so it took me along time to do everything. It was now 5:45 and Justin should be here any minute.

~~Justin's POV~~

It was 5:30 and I decided to start driving to Isabelle's house. I grabbed the rose and kicked Chaz out in the process. Chaz hopped in his car and drove off while I jumped in mine, excited to see Isabelle. I pulled up to her house and it was 5:58. Good! I'm not to early. Only time EVER that I was thankful for traffic. I walk up the driveway but, before knocking I look down...my tie is straight, my hair is perfect, pants tucked onto my supras. Okay. I knock on the door and almost instantly Isabelle opened the door. She looked beautiful! She giggled "hey"

"h-hi" I said. I looked at her and I was mesmerized by her outfit. I felt my chest get tight and my lungs were failing me. The dress she was wearing was hugging her in all the right ways. I wanted to hold her waist so bad but, I didn't because I know she is insecure. I didn't want to make her uncomfortable.

"is this dress okay?" she asked. I must have been staring. "it's not dressy enough?"

"no! No its fine" I say. "this is for you" I hand Isabelle the single rose. I always thought one rose was more romantic then a whole bouquet. She blushed as she grabbed the rose from my hand. I turn around and lead the way to my car trying to hide the growing blush on MY cheeks. I open her door and walk to my side. The drive was silent but, not awkward at all. That made me happy. The silence wasn't awkward and that made me comfortable.

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"your table is this way Mr. Bieber"

Isabelle and I follow the host to our table and I pull out the chair for Isabelle to sit.

"so?" I ask "tell me about yourself"

"I don't like talking about myself" she stated very matter-of-factly.

"why not?" I ask, trying to break down the walls she has built up and hidden behind for years.

"you know the answer to that" she said. Which was right. I knew she didn't want to talk because of her insecurities.

"dont you trust me?" I ask

"I do..."

"then tell me. What happened that makes you so self-conscious?"

"I can't believe I'm doing this."

"well believe it, because we are not ordering any food until you tell me." I give her a grin. Trying to tell her with my eyes that its going to be okay. "I won't judge you."

"fine. In sixth grade a kid asked me out. I said 'no' but I found out later that he was dared to ask out the ugliest girl in class. That's what jump-started everything. 7th grade was really rough. Nothing at school just....home problems. Since then my friends have had boyfriends and romantic things done to them. I'm 16 and have never been truly asked out. That's why when you asked me out or when you call me beautiful it freaks me out. It's nothing against you personally. It's just something against boys in general. Freshman year a couple boys bullied me. When girls said anything to me I would just snap back something at them. Mean girls don't phase me. Its when a boy is a jerk that really makes my skin crawl. I have never, ever cut before the day you saw it. My depression has just gotten worse through the years. I'm glad it's spring break. I hate all the kids at my school except for my 2 real friends." she continued right into telling me about her life. I just sat there patiently taking in every word she said. I loved the sound of her voice. "my mom is a manager at a cardiologists office. My dad works at a hospital just scanning charts. He works from 3:30 in the afternoon until midnight. I rarely see him. I have always been close to my mom. When I wasnt even 1 my parents split up. I saw my dad every other weekend until I was 5. My parents made up. They are now back together and happy as ever." Isabelle stopped talking as the waiter came over. We both ordered a plate of sphagetti and a side of breadsticks. I looked back at Isabelle.

"what was the..um..home problems you had in 7th grade?" I asked.

"I don't want to talk about it." she said sternly. Isabelle completely tensed up. When I bugged her for the answer to my last question she was just...hesitant. When I asked her that though, it's like all of her defenses went up. Not only did she hide all her emotion behind a wall, but the wall was covered in barbed wire and had guns at all the corners. She wasn't letting anyone in to that part of her life. It was going to be a while before she answers that question.

"okay" I didn't want to push her too much to the point where I completely push her out of my life. The rest of the night was awesome. We share more childhood stories while we ate our sphagetti. "...ryan was so mad that he stole mine and Chaz's pants. We had to walk all the way home in just our boxers." I finished my story. I hear her giggle. The giggle that, I swear, could make anyone smile.

"I have a question for you?" I ask. I saw her tense up. "don't worry." she is still tense.

"okay" she said, barely audible.

"will you be my...girlfriend?" Isabelle's brown eyes had a new found sparkle in them.

"this is a real question? Not some sick joke?" Isabelle asked.

"I would NEVER do that to you."

"then..yes! I'll be your girlfriend." I smile at her.

"let's go."

"okay" she said with a smile. I signed the front door for the owner. I thought that was original. And then camera flashes..everyhwere!

"justin! Look over here!" "Justin! Who is this?" "Justin!" "justin! How is everything!" paparazzi say. They start throwing questions at Isabelle and to be honest, she looked frightened.

"take my hand." i whisper in her ear while holding out my hand. She blushed but took my hand anyway. I walk her to the car, not letting her slip from my grasp or my sight for even one second. She goes to step in the car but I turn her around before she can. I hold her hand and face the paparazzi. "THIS IS MY GIRLFRIEND!" I shout over their constant slur of questions and get in the car.

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I walk Isabelle to her door. "I had a great time...girlfriend."

"so did i...boyfriend." she said with a smile on her face. I leaned in or a kiss but decided against it I turned to go to my car and Isabelle grabbed my wrist. "where ya goin?" she asked. She kissed me on the cheek and went in her house. Her lips were so soft and warm. I can't wait until my lips touch hers, until I can hold her waist, until...until we have done every boyfriend/girlfriend thing possible.

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