:Chapter 4: Dreaming of You:


{bella} "Cause I'm dreaming of you tonight. 'Til tomorrow, I'll be holding you tight. And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be. Than here in my room, dreaming about you and me."

I couldn't believe it. I, Bella Marie Vitale, had a date with Greg Raposo. He wasn't just any typical guy; he was special boy accompanied by the perfect personality. He had the high quality aspects I had ever dreamed of in my prince charming. He was indescribable and mesmerizing. Words couldn't explain my happiness and excitement about our first date, but at the same time, I was worried about Mom. I loved her so much and missed her dearly.

I had taken a nice, cooling bubble bath. The water dripped over my tired body. It felt soothing and relaxing. I continued to sing the lyrics to my all-time favorite love songs named "Dreaming of You" by Selena.

After my comforting bath, I took a hot steamy shower. It had taken me a long time to decide if I wanted my hair to smell like a basket of fruits or herbal essences. I desired to look my best for Greg; after all, it was our first date. The bubbles of the bar of Dove soap strolled down my legs. I felt clean and pure.

It had been such a long time since I had gone out with a boy. Greg had informed to dress into something beach-like. I wasn't the type person who showed off much skin, but hey, if that's what Greg wanted, then, he's going to get it! Okay, my motto and decision sounded weird, but I adored and liked him so much with all my heart.

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Two and a half hours later, I stood in front of my mirror stand, dressed in a matching two-piece bathing suit accompanied by pink and white polka dots scattered all over, my favorite Paris Blues brand Summer jean shorts, white quarter length sleeved hooded pull over shirt, and Old Navy brand flip flop sandals. I hope I didn't look nauseating or deformed.

Almost all of the summer clothes I'd owned were scattered all over the carpet of my bedroom. I definitely needed to become more responsible and less lazy in order for my chamber to be clean and neat. I checked my Hello Kitty alarm clock: it read 4:59. Thirty more minutes until Greg would arrive to pick me up! Halleluiah! I felt spinning around in a circle, with my hands waving in the air.

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"Ding dong!" the doorbell rang. My date had arrived just in time. I added a final layer of mascara onto my eyelashes and VOILA! I was ready, but nervous. I had a swarm of butterflies swimming inside my stomach. I couldn't wait to see Greg.

I took a brief glimpse at myself at the mirror and gasped, shockingly. My hair was all staticky and frizzy. I grabbed my brush, hurriedly, and combed my hair at least fifty times.

"Ohhhhh!!! Bella, there's a boy here for you!" my 3-year-old sister named Gabbie informed me, laughing, as she put an emphasis on the word "boy". Dang, I hope Greg hadn't overheard that. I sighed, with a case of jitters knotted up inside my stomach. I rushed down the stairs as fast I could, but as an unexpected outcome, I fell flat on my face in front of Greg. Uh-oh. I was so embarrassed and discomforted. I shouldn't have scurried down the stairs as fast as I could.

"Hey, Greg!" I greeted, nonplussed as I could. He chuckled. "Stop laughing at me!" I defended myself, giggling. He looked really handsome, dressed in a black Armani Exchange logo printed non-sleeved summer shirt, jeans, and flip flop sandals.

"You're laughing at yourself, too!" he informed, tittering.

"Oh, yeah!" I laughed at myself.

"Dumbo Bella!" he teased, jokingly.

"Hey! What did I tell you? I'm not an elephant that flies!" I fooled, playfully. We were in a stage fit of laughter, when Gabbie barged in accompanied by Dad.

"You must be Mr. Vitale." Greg guessed, gesturing towards my father, who had Gabbie in his arms. This was so encumbering. "Hi. My name is Greg Raposo and it's very nice to meet you."

Dad was flattered and surprised by his good manners. He shook his hand and gave me a smile. I raised both of my plucked eyebrows up at him and he chuckled.

"You're Greg Raposo from Dream Street!" Gabbie shouted out, rudely. Oh, gosh. Dream Street was her favorite pop boy group that she listened to non-stop. I had personally never listened to them, but Gabbie always tried her best to convince me into heeding to them.

Greg blushed, shyly. "I'm afraid so," he confessed, perplexedly. "You're in Dream Street?" I gulped, speechlessly. He was a celebrity? I was kind of disappointed about Greg not being honest with me, but it was totally understandable. He was only trying to protect himself. "Cool!" I smiled, perkily.

"So, you must be Greg. Very nice to meet you." Dad commented.

"You, too, sir." Greg agreed, standing closer towards me. He laced my fingers through mine, anxiously. I couldn't wait to go on our date and have some fun. Let's get our groove on, baby! Okay, okay, Bella, calm yourself down. You're acting very immature and childish. Chill, girl.

"Just for information, where will you be taking my daughter?" Dad asked, annoyingly. Ugh, parents. I wish my father was less protective of me. Mom was always loose with me and lessoned me by the motto, "life is short, so have a good time."

Greg gulped; I could tell he was nervous and didn't want to tell him where we were going. In fact, I wasn't even sure of where we were headed, but all I knew was Greg had a special surprise for me, which made me feel extra loved and cared about.

"Well, look at the time!" I glanced at my imaginary watch. "We've gotta go, okay? Bye, Daddy! Bye, Gabbie! See you guys later!" I grabbed Greg by his hand and lead him through the front door. Once we had shut the door behind us, I let out a huge sigh.

"Aww. What's the matter? Hatred towards father?" he teased, jokingly.

"No!" I giggled. "Sorry for my Dad. He can be a pain in the butt, sometimes." I clarified and Greg just chuckled. "So, where are you taking me?" I asked, impolitely. My manners were rude, but I couldn't help it! I was going out on a date! A real date, with a real gentleman!

"Geez. Someone is anxious to know!" he mocked, playfully.

"At least I'm not the one with big feet!" I shot back, with an evil grin.

"Hey!" he gave me those pretentious drooping puppy eyes.

"I love my feet! Hee hee!" I jokingly showed off.

"Yeah, you're size two feet!" he teased, playfully.

"It's size FIVE!" I corrected, shyly.

We both laughed at how stupid we sounded. We continued to engage some small talk, as he led me to his convertible. Greg was adorable, especially when he admitted those three words, "I missed you." It was so strange and indescribable. I felt like I'd known Greg Raposo my entire life. I couldn't wait for the fun to begin on our first date…… </td> <td colspan=1 height=146></td> </tr> </table> </body> </html>