I lean against my red corvette, bitting my thumb nail nervously. What if she decides that she doesn't want to come out for dinner? I let out a sigh and rub my cold hands together for warmth. I've been standing outside of Julliard for half an hour, not that she was late; I just got here early. I reach into my back pocket to check my phone once again, only to find a message fro my friend Andy. Ignoring the text and putting my phone back into my pocket I look up to see Sophia standing only a few feet away from me looking around nervously. It takes me a moment to realize that she hasn't recognised me yet; probably due to my nice black shirt and plain jeans, which is much different from my usual band tees and skinnies.

"Sophia!" I call out to her, waving my left hand in the air.

She looks over and begins to walk towards me, her whole being coming into view. I inhale a deep breath when I see the short, tight-fitted, black dress she was wearing with a pair of black heels to match. Her hair is pulled up into a tight bun with loose ringletts surrounding her face.

"Hey." I breathe when she stops in front of me.

"Hi." she smiles; warming my insides.

"You look...stunning." I smile.

"Thank you." she blushes, which makes me blush a bit aswell.

I stand there staring at her and she stares back.

"Oh, right!" I laugh, opening the passenger side door of my car and stepping back for her.

"Thanks." she says, sliding into the white leather seat.

"No problem." I nod, walking around the front of my car and sitting in the drivers side.

"This is a really fancy car Austin, are you sure that you can afford this?" Sophia laughs.

"I would sure hope so, seeing as I am a car slut!" I joke, starting the engine, "Hear her purr?"

"Maybe I should just get out and you can take your car on this date." she replies thoughtfully.

"I'm sure that would be so romantic." I laugh.

"Maybe you could get under her hood on the first date." she jokes back.

"I wouldn't be able to make her scream my name," I smirk.

"Austin!" Sophia squeals and smacks my arm playfully.

"Sorry!" I smile and laugh.

We sit in a comfortable silence for a while, just watching the long streach of road before us.

"Can I turn the radio on?" she asks suddenly.

"Sure, fire her up!" I agree.

I watch her nimble fingers work the dial of the volume and then switch through the channels. The song 'Welcome To The Black Parade' blasts through.

"I love this song!" Sophia gushes as she begins to sing along.

"He said 'Son, when you grow up, will you be the saviour of the broken, the beaten and the damned'?" she sings.

"He said 'Will you defeat them; your demons, and all the nonbelievers, the plans that they have made'?" I join in.

"Because one day, I'll leave you a phantom, to lead you in the summer, to join the Black Parade!" we shout at the top of out lungs.

We sing the rest of the song, trading parts, and laughing together, until I finally pull in front of the small Italian restaurant that holds my reservations.

"Here we are." I smile, hopping out of the drivers side and holding open the passenger side door for Sophia.

"Thank you good sir!" she giggles.

"No problem miss." I bow slightly.

"Austin, this place looks really fancy." she suddenly says, looking nervously.

"You look gorgeous, you'll fit right in." I say calmingly.

"Well, okay then." she agrees.

I walk her into the restaurant and walk up to the hostess.

"Austin Carlile." I say to her as she checks the computer's data base.

"Table for two?" she asks politely.

"That's us." I nod.

She picks up two menus from the table behind her and leads the way to the back of the restaurant, gesturing with her hands when we stop.

"Your waiter will be here shortly," she says, quickly placing the menus down and walking away.

I hold out one of the brown wicker chairs for Sophia and she thanks me again.

"Such a gentleman." she praises.

"Mother would be oh so proud." I joke in a fake British accent, which is appreciated with another small laugh.

Only seconds later does a waiter start walking towards us. A handsome boy, by certain standards, and probably a fellow college student. He smiles at Sophia quickly and clears his throat.

"Hello, my name is Brendan and I will be your waiter tonight." he smiles and Sophia smiles back; making me clench my hands underneath the table.

"Can I get you something to drink?" he asks politely.

"I'll just have a Coke." Sophia orders.

"Same." I answer him.

"Alright, let me go get those for you." Brendan smiles once again.

I watch him walk away, taking in his height and guessing his weight in case I would need to find an advantage over him.

"Austin?" Sophia asks, breaking through my thoughts.

"Huh? What did you say?" I ask, turning to face her.

"I asked you what you were going to order." she repeats.

"Maybe we shouldn't eat here..." I mumble.

"Why not?" she asks.

"It...it's pretty fancy." I fake a smile.

"You are the one who picked this place." she reminds.

"Yeah, but still." I sigh, noticing that Brendan was on his way back with the sodas.

"Here you are miss." he says, placing the drink carefully in front of her.

"Thank you!" Sophia pipes up.

"You too sir." he says putting the drink in front of me.

I stare at the soda carefully, trying not to focus on our waiter.

"Juilliard? That's a very prestigious school." I hear him laugh.

"I know, I'm really happy to be attending it." Sophia explains.

I begin to run my hands through my hair, a habit I tend to use when trying not to lash out.

"Can we order?" I interrupt, gaining a small glance from the waiter who looks displeased by my appearance; probably having taken in all the tattoos.

"Sure." he says indifferently, pulling out a small pad of white paper, "What can I get you?"

"I'll just have the Chicken Alfredo." Sophia orders.

"I'l have the filet." I decide.

Brendan jots down the order and saunters away.

"What was that about?" Sophia asks.

"What was what about?" I snap, and watch her recoil, "Sorry, I'm just hungry," I mumble at last.

"Oh, okay." she says quietly.

We sit in an awkward silence, me staring at her and Sophia just staring at the napkin on her lap.

"I'm sorry." I apologize.

"And I said it's okay." she answers.

"But it wasn't okay, I shouldn't have snapped at you like that." I sigh.

"Yeah, you probably shouldn't have." she agrees, shooting me a small smile, but the night was about to get worse when I turn my head to see Oliver walking right towards us.