| Chapter 13- White Rose �Come in,� Mercedes said, as someone knocked at her door. She was standing in front of her full length mirror, seeing how her outfit looked on her. Wade walked in, looking confused. �Justin�s here... for you.� �OK, thanks,� Mercedes said straighting her balck tank top. She then walked past Wade, out to Justin. :Hi,� Justin said nervously, immediatly standing as Mercedes entered the room. �This is for you.� He handed her a single white rose. �Thank you,� Mercedes smiled, bringing it to her nose. �You ready to go?� �Yeah,� Mercedes looked over her shoulder where Wade stood. �We�ll be back by 11.� �Nine,� Wade said sternly. �My curfew at home is 11,� Mercedes said annoyed. Wade sighed. �Fine.� �Bye,� Mercedes said, as she grabbed Justin�s arm and got him out of there quickly before Wade could relize that her curfew really was 10:00 pm. Once they were inside Justin�s BMW, Mercedes asked, �So where are we going?� �You�ll see,� Justin answered, taking his eyes off the road to glance at her quickly, before returning them to the road. �That�s not fair!� Mercedes said, leaning back in her seat pouting. �Oh well, at lease you aren�t blind folding me!� Justin chuckled nervously, quickly hiding the old bandana he had just been getting ready to pull out. Twenty minutes later, they pulled into a parking lot of a resurant by the ocean. Justin quickly rushed over to the otherside of the car and helped Mercedes out. She smiled up at him, as he offered her his arm. They entered the resurant and were seated right away, since Justin had made reservations. Their table was outside, overlooking the ocean. They could hear the waves crashing into the rocks in the background. �Wow, it�s beautiful,� Mercedes murmered, looking out at the ocean. Justin just smiled starring at her, before opening his menu. Mercedes finally turned away from the ocean, and opened her menu too. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ �You wanna go take a walk down by the ocean?� Justin questioned after dinner, as they walked out to the parking lot. �Sure,� Mercedes agreed, taking Justin�s hand as he held it out to her. He led her down to the beach. �How long have you been dancing?� Justin questioned, once they reached the sand. The sun was just setting. �Before I could even walk,� Mercedes said. �My mom use to be a dancer. When I was little, she signed both Wade and me up for all kinds of different dance types. I took to ballet, whereas Wade didn�t like it as much. He was more into jazz and tap.� Justin chuckled. �It�s hard to imagine Wade doing ballet.� Mercedes smiled. �So how about you? When did you start singing?� �I came out singing,� Justin boasted proudly. �Nah, but I always have been singing pretty much. It�s my life.� Mercedes smiled. �I understand that. That�s how I am with ballet.� �Yeah,� Justin said thoughtfully. He looked down at his watch. �We�ve got about 2 hours left.� �OK,� Mercedes said, nodding her head. �So, you wanna get out of here and go somewhere else?� �Sure.� They headed back to Justin�s BMW. �So, where are we going?� Mercedes questioned, as Justin pulled his car out of the parking lot. �I haven�t thought that far ahead yet...� |
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