Hey guys, this is my new story called From Here On Out. If you can't already tell, this is loosely based around the awesome film 'Life As We Know It.' I take no credit for the plot-line or the characters. This is just my creativity at work. So please enjoy and review.

Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Academy or Life As We Know It, all rights belong to their respective owners.

From Here On Out

Chapter One: Meeting

An hour late. A whole hour late. I was not an expert on dating, especially blind dating, but I'm fairly certain that to make a good impression on your date, you should at the very least, show up at a reasonable time.

I had finally succumbed to my best friend Lissa's nagging and called up her boyfriends "hot" best friend Dimitri. I had been single for too long and she thought it was a good idea. I had never met him, but I had heard plenty about him. He was a twenty-four year old police officer, fairly low in the ranks, who played the respectable good guy by day, and womanizer by night. Don't ask me why I was going on a date with this guy (if he ever got here!), but I was so over being single and I was feeling daring when I called him. And also, I admit, after hearing he was of Russian descent, I couldn't resist. I have a thing for sexy European accents. Don't judge me, everyone has weaknesses!

I was sitting in a nice black dress with my hair down framing my face. It was getting so long now, almost to my waist. 'Oh for God's sake, hurry up,' I murmured, my patience wearing thin. I was renowned for my short fuse and this 'Dimitri' was taking a risk being so late. I was flicking through magazines, trying to entertain myself.

At 7.45pm (75 minutes after the arranged time), there was a knock on the front door of my apartment. I opened it to find a very tall, very ripped man looking down at me. Even in my pissed off state I could acknowledge he was good looking. Hell, you couldn't call yourself a heterosexual female if you didn't think this guy was good looking. He had shoulder length brown hair, tanned skin, strong features and the softest chocolate eyes I had ever seen. He was hot, but he knew it.

You know what the most infuriating thing was? Here I was, dressed up in a sexy dress and heels with my hair nicely done, and he wore dark jeans, a black t-shirt and a baseball cap. Seriously? A baseball cap? Who the hell wears a baseball cap to a date? No matter how hot someone is, that is inexcusable.

"Hello, you must be Rosemarie."

"It's Rose, you must be Dimitri, I've heard so much about you." I reached up and did the obligatory hug and cheek kiss.

"All good I hope," he grinned. I'll admit, it made my heart beat faster.

"Yeah…" I trailed off. At this point, I didn't really care about this guy's feelings, so I didn't make my answer clear. There was an awkward silence for a moment.

"Shall we get going?" I asked.

"Sure."

We walked along side by side and I was desperate for a conversation starter so I stupidly blurted, "So how tall are you?"

He chuckled, oh God he's laughing at me.

"About six foot seven."

"Wow."

We reached the front of my building and to my horror, he led me over to a motorcycle.

"Seriously?" I said rudely. How stupid was this guy? "I'm not really dressed for a motorcycle." I pointed out, just in case he didn't get it. He probably didn't, all signs so far indicate that he is a complete idiot.

"Hmmm, didn't think of that," he said. The voting lines are now officially closed, he really is an idiot.

"Why don't we just take my car?" I suggested. Despite this failure of a date so far, I figured I was dressed up, and it shouldn't be wasted.

We made our way over to my car, a white Honda Jazz. I loved my car, but I don't think Dimitri shared the same view. I saw him eyeing it skeptically, as if he doubted he could fit inside it. I was more than a little smug when he did fit.

"So where did you make reservations?" I turned to him. I figured since I had asked him out, he could at least make the effort to call a decent restaurant.

"Uhhh…weren't you gonna do that?" he looked uncomfortable. I almost glared at him. Almost.

"I'm pretty sure I asked… never mind," I paused, "That's alright, luckily, my friend Eddie owns a really nice restaurant nearby, he'll give us a table."

He sighed in relief and I was satisfied that he had some sense of decency. However, my relief was short-lived, when his phone started ringing, blaring out 'I Just Had Sex' by Lonely Island. 'How appropriate,' I dryly noted.

"Sorry," he muttered.

"No, by all means, take the call."

He picked up the phone and talked quietly.

"Hello? Hey…I'm a bit busy right now, I'll come see you later? Like, around 11?" He glanced at me. "Actually, make it 10.30…okay, see you then."

That asshole! Not only does he make this the biggest failure of a date ever, but he actually has the audacity to organise a booty call right in front of me! I'm not being paranoid, that voice was female, and I got the subtext of his words.

"Sorry, that was my friend Tasha, she's sick."

Oh that was it! I exploded.

"So you're visiting your sick friend at 10.30 at night?" I asked sarcastically. "Do you seriously think I'm that stupid? I know a booty call arrangement when I hear one!"

"Uhhhh…" he didn't have an excuse. I looked around, away from him and realised that I hadn't even started my car.

"First, you show up late, dressed like that," he looked down at himself, apparently thinking his clothes were appropriate date attire. Asshole."You arrive on a fricken motorbike! You don't even make reservations, and then you organise some late night sex? What type of man are you Dimitri?"

"Look, maybe this wasn't a good idea after all," he mumbled. I opened my car door and got out, he followed.

"You're right, goodnight Dimitri."

I turned on my heel before he could respond, locked my car and walked back into my apartment. I took my shoes off and grabbed my phone.

"Hello?"

"Liss? It's Rose."

"Rose? Aren't you supposed to be with Dimitri?"

"Yes, we didn't 'hit it off' like you said we would. And by the way, I am never letting you set me up on blind dates ever again."

"Oh. What happened?"

I explained the whole story and the stupid girl actually laughed.

"Huh, I thought it would go differently."

"Obviously Liss." I rolled my eyes. "Seriously how could you ever think that Dimitri Beli-whatever and me would ever be a good idea? Were you drunk?" She laughed.

"Christian thought it'd be a good idea too."

"Well both of your judgement is seriously wrong. I will never trust you again," I joked.

"Okay, whatever you say. Look I've gotta go, so goodnight Rose."

"Goodnight Lissa."

Next time a radio station has a competition for the worst date, I am so submitting this one. It will definitely take the cake. So that's how I ended up home alone at eight o'clock on a Saturday night, starving hungry and drinking red wine. I ended up eating leftover pasta, and prayed I would never have to see Dimitri Belikov ever again.

However, as proved tonight, the universe hates me, and enjoys my suffering. Unbeknownst to me, I was to see much more of Dimitri Belikov in the very near future.

I'm going out of town next week and my internet is broken at the moment so I don't know when I'll be able to update again. I am currently at my friend's house scrounging off hers!

I hope you liked it.

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