He had called and told me to meet him at his house. Apparently, he was only staying with his mum because she was sick, Bella was staying there just now. He had his own place a few houses over. As I drove towards my destination the butterflies swirled in my stomach, I felt like a teenager going to meet a boy for the first time.
“You’ve got this.” I whispered, my hands gripping to the steering wheel tightly.
I pulled up at the house, it was nice, the garden full of lush grass, the porch nice and fresh. Taking a deep breath, I grabbed my bag from the passenger seat and got out.
Hesitantly, I chapped the door and waited. I awkwardly fixed my top making sure it was sitting off my shoulders like it should be. This was nerve-wracking.
“Hi.” He smiled when he opened the door.
“Hi.” I answered
