The Day I Met Nick

The excitement I feel before I see him is like nothing I ever felt. The day was going by so slow and I could not wait any longer, so I left to pick him up. On the way there I could almost feel actual butterflies fluttering in my stomach. His name is Nick Massoni, complete with dirty blonde hair, bright blue eyes and pale Irish skin; he is the youngest of three handsome sons. He is a pleasure to be near and he can always turn my frown upside down. There he was running out of the house like the speed of light to my car because he was wearing a paper thin shirt and no jacket. He sat there shivering as cold as an ice cube in a freezer so I blasted the heat. After seeing him all of my nerves vanished and I felt my personality start to shine through the brick wall I carry around my self. I watched as Nick's facial expression changed to fright as I sang my little heart out, but that was nothing I did not expect from him.
On the way to my house, which is about a 10 minute car ride, we both established we were both starving. What better then to make a date out of it, so I cooked for him. I made pasta and chicken cutlets, the house flourished with that delightful Italian scent not one person can despise. As we ate the crunchy but soft steaming hot chicken cutlets that could almost melt in your mouth, and the sweet taste of vodka sauce on penne pasta, we started to talk. I asked “why don't you want to go out with me?” he quickly replied “I do.” I could feel the but about to jump into the conversation, “but, you have to be patient,” he explained “it's gonna happen soon than you think.” To clarify I responded in a serious tone, “when, I'm not gonna wait forever.” Then he hinted to me “ten seconds..” A clue that completely baffled me.
It was 10:30 pm now, we decided it was time to get ready and go out. We hoped in the black mysterious looking jeep wrangler, and drove off cautiously. After arriving at this party, it was like walking into a jungle, a vicious kind of jungle