"So Oli and I planned our date for today. Am I nervous, hell yes! I mean what if I burp really loudly and the prime minister thinks I'm improper and then I get deported and Oli loses his flat? I know he does like the flat he has right now, but he would definitely hate me if I lost him his flat. What if I say something stupid and Oli realizes that he doesn't like me and sends me back to the U.S. where will I go?" I ranted to Vic on Skype.

"Calm down Skylar, he's just as nervous as you are." He tried to soothe me.

"What you don't know that! He's dated lots of girls before and I've only ever went on a date with you and I'm so nervous, just agh!" I walked over to my suitcase. I pulled out the red dress.

"Skylar, he's texting me right now all nervous too. You aren't going to get deported for burping. Stop worrying it will age you." Vic sighed. I started to pace back and forth.

"I'm a worrier! You know I get stressed easy! What if Oli doesn't know that and leaves me as soon as he sees me get stressed?" I waved my arms around me, while still pacing.

"Jesus it's not like you know everything about him. You two while manage whatever comes in your path," he groaned, "you are a lot different than other couples. You two make each other nervous and scared and confused. You guys both care so much about what the other one thinks. I swear you and him are the most in sync people."

"Really?" I stopped pacing and flopped down on the bed.

"Yes, no go make yourself date-ready. Okay?" He smiled.

"I'd hug you, but you are in different continent." I smiled at him.

"Go get ready Skylar. Have a blast. You can do this." He smiles.

"Bye." I hung up. I then got pulled my dress on. Vic's right, I can do it. I can be totally great.

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"Skylar are you ready?" He asked me. I sighed and walked out from the hall and into the kitchen area.

"Do I look okay?" I brushed some hair back from my eyes.

"Yes you look perfect!" He gasped. He walked over to me and wrapped his arms around my hips. He leaned backwards. "You look beautiful. Don't forget it." He whispered.

"I won't." I blushed.

"Pinkie promise?" He asked. He removed his right hand from my hip, and held out his pinkie.

"Promise." I wrapped my pinkie finger around his.

Notes

So I thought this would be a good ending.