“A date.” he whispered and I suddenly stopped laughing.
“What did you say?” I asked him.
“A date is what’d give you. Tomorrow night?”
“Um sure. I’d love to.” I said absently.
“Good. I’ll pick you up in the limo.”
The limo? That’ll be interesting.
I grabbed a marker from my camera bag and wrote my address on his arm. His hand caught mine just as I went to pull away and it was like…magic. Wait a second, let me get this right. The guy I like, likes me back? What kind of a dream is this? I never get the guy. And then suddenly, he likes me.
“So, where is the school?” he asked, knocking me out of my daydream.
“Um turn left. It’ll be in front of us.”
“Okay. Um we’re here.” I didn’t notice we were already stopped along the pavement. He must think I’m weird. I gathered my stuff, opened the door and waved. But as I walked away, he rolled down the window, “Hey! I wanted to say that I love your shirt!”
“Oh! Thanks!” I told him as the big limo pulled out of the school.

It must have been a dream.