I gazed into Miranda's beautiful green eyes. "Where's this going?" she asked me."Nowhere.Unless you want it to." She playfully slaps my arm. It actually hurt. But at least it was HER kind of hurt. She gripped my hand tighter, not to hard, not too soft. "OK, I'll go out with you." She said. When we reach my house, I opened the door for her and we stepped inside for dinner.
I walked into the warm house. I could see Duncan was still holding my hand. When I looked in the kitchen, I could see Duncan's parents looking at us, whispering. I walked into the kitchen as Duncan's dad walked out. "Can I help you with anything?" Duncan's mom asked, blowing a side bang out of her view. "I actually wanted to help you cook." I tell her. She handed me an apron. "Here. Just in case it gets messy. You can help by making the lasagna. The ingredients should be in the fridge." I open the fridge and start working.
I was watching the football game with my dad and younger brother, Kenny. "Go baby GO!" My dad kept shouting. I watched as the New York Giants* scored a touchdown. We jumped out of our seats and cheered. Then, there was a sudden creaking. Miranda had opened the door. "Guys, Mrs. Smith wants me to tell you that dinner is almost ready and you have to get your fanciest clothes on." "What 'bout you?" Kenny asks. "Mrs. Smith is taking me to the store to get me something while the dinner's cooking."Miranda simply said. She blew her hair out of her face and shut the door.
"Miranda! We're leaving! Come down!" I walked down the stairs. We walked out the door and into Mrs. Smith's car. "Where are we going?" I asked her. "We're going to Camden Drive, it's nearby and not that expensive."
I look at myself in the bathroom mirror. Up and down, up and down go my eyes as I scan myself. I walk downstairs and into the hallway. I hear my dad murmuring something, "She looks beautiful." I turn around and see Miranda walking down the stairs in the most beautiful dress I've ever seen. It's a long, black tank-top dress with two gloves that lace up to her fingers and cover the thumb. The left glove had a skull on it and she had black stubs in her ears. What I had on was a black suit with ripped sleeves. She was down the stairs when I awoke from my daydream. "You look wonderful." Was all I could say. "So do you." She said back. How was this so easy for her? I thought. "Let's go eat everyone." said mom. We all walked into the kitchen. I grabbed Miranda's hand and walked in the kitchen with her. I pulled out a chair for her and grabbed a seat next to her. "Miranda. Do you want to watch the baseball game with us? It's Yankees** vs Phillies***." "I love the Yankees! They are awesome!" she said. We ate dinner and watched the game.
"Alright, Jeter looks pretty good. I'll bet ten dollars that Jeter will hit an out of the park." They all gasp. "But an out of the park is impossible!" said Kenny. Suddenly, the TV spoke," JETER'S HIT IS OUT OF THE PARK!" I looked at everyone and said," I'll take this fifty, that twenty, another fifty, and that ten." I grabbed my loot. Duncan was staring at me. At least I was in my #2 Yankees jersey and not my dress.
It was Awesome! Miranda bet, we lost, and she would keep her loot. It's like she's phsycic. "Duncan, can I talk to you for a second?" I got up and walked into the hallway with my dad. "Son, do you LOVE Miranda?" I blushed, shyly. "I think so. I only met her a couple of hours ago." "Son, did you ask her out?" "Yes. Yes I did." "Great, you're on level one then."
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