"Do I have to explain this to you again, Sam?" Alicia says once she see's me staring off into space.
I just look at her and say, "Yes please."
"You are having a date with Daniel Crass. Totally hot dude."
"First of all, it's not a date- it's study group. Second... well I can't help but agree with you on that."
"I know. That is why you need to dress up a little, not too much, but just enough so that you look like a frickin' hottie."
I contemplate this for a moment, then think, Well why not? It doesn't hurt to look attractive from time to time. "Oh, all right," I say after a minute or so. "I guess you can make me look cute."
***
Once I arrive at his house I notice that I am extremely nervous. What am I going to say? What if someone else answers the door? Would I say, 'Hello, is Daniel here?' or, 'This is the right house, right?' What if he isn't even here? Or, even worse, what if he gave me the wrong address? That would be sooo embarrassing!
Before I know it I am walking up the two steps that lead to the front door, and then ring the doorbell. The door open's and a little boy, by the looks of it, nine or ten, stands there, hand on knob, staring at me. His look resembles Daniels, especially in the eyes.
"Hello, is Daniel here?" Thank goodness I chose that to say instead of the other.
He opens his mouth to respond, but before any words are able to form out of his mouth Daniel appears and says, "I'll handle this now Mikie." He bends down and I can barely make out the word 'treat' before Daniel pat's him on the back and the little boy runs out of the room. He now stands up, looks at me, and smiles. "Should we go into the front room?"
"Sure." I say. I don't really know where else we would go. I don't live here.
He leads me to the front room, and once I am in their I have to squint. It takes me a minute to put it together, but their are two large windows, one on two of the four walls, and they are letting a ridiculous amount of light in. I usually don't mind light, even though I prefer cloudy and rainy day's, but this was just too much.
But now that I think of it, (my eyes have adjusted) this is a very nice room. There are big lace drapes hanging down, tied to the sides, to frame them in a way. It sounds weird, I know, but now that I notice how everything else falls into place, I love it. The room is bright, but now that I look around I see that the walls are painted a deep red to tone down the craziness a little. A lazy boy is set off to the side in front of the TV, and a large couch sits right next to it. A small brown polished coffee table is in the middle of the room, accenting the area to look very classy. I almost feel as though I have walked into a 1930's movie. Almost.
Daniel sits down on the couch and says that I can sit too. I think that he noticed that I was just standing there. That's a little awkward.
"Who decorated this room? It's beautiful." I sort of wish that I could have taken those words back because they are just so... so.... Scripted.
"My mom did. She is really into the whole interior decorating thing. She believes that every room has a personality."
"That's pretty jazztastic." I say. And once I say it, I don't feel as embarrassed because he starts laughing.
"Your a pretty funny person. In elementary I remember you were more shy than anything. I guess you've just grown out of that."
I pause, smiling, "Hmm, maybe. I don't know. I still think that there are several times when I could be a little less shy. I kind of hate how I am so shy sometimes. Along with my deep voice." At the word deep, I lowered my voice a little more.
"What are you talking about? It fits you perfectly."
"Thanks." I say shyly.
"No problem. So what should we start on in your math?"
"Umm. I honestly don't know where to start."
"Hmm, a girl who knows what she wants. How much homework do you have?" He asks as I hand him my binder.
"Uh, better just to look for yourself."
"That bad?" He laughs.
"That bad." I laugh with him.
As he flips through the stack he finally looks up at me and says, "Maybe we'll just do three today."
"Yeah," I say agreeing, "sounds like a good idea."
Before I know it I am walking up the two steps that lead to the front door, and then ring the doorbell. The door open's and a little boy, by the looks of it, nine or ten, stands there, hand on knob, staring at me. His look resembles Daniels, especially in the eyes.
"Hello, is Daniel here?" Thank goodness I chose that to say instead of the other.
He opens his mouth to respond, but before any words are able to form out of his mouth Daniel appears and says, "I'll handle this now Mikie." He bends down and I can barely make out the word 'treat' before Daniel pat's him on the back and the little boy runs out of the room. He now stands up, looks at me, and smiles. "Should we go into the front room?"
"Sure." I say. I don't really know where else we would go. I don't live here.
He leads me to the front room, and once I am in their I have to squint. It takes me a minute to put it together, but their are two large windows, one on two of the four walls, and they are letting a ridiculous amount of light in. I usually don't mind light, even though I prefer cloudy and rainy day's, but this was just too much.
But now that I think of it, (my eyes have adjusted) this is a very nice room. There are big lace drapes hanging down, tied to the sides, to frame them in a way. It sounds weird, I know, but now that I notice how everything else falls into place, I love it. The room is bright, but now that I look around I see that the walls are painted a deep red to tone down the craziness a little. A lazy boy is set off to the side in front of the TV, and a large couch sits right next to it. A small brown polished coffee table is in the middle of the room, accenting the area to look very classy. I almost feel as though I have walked into a 1930's movie. Almost.
Daniel sits down on the couch and says that I can sit too. I think that he noticed that I was just standing there. That's a little awkward.
"Who decorated this room? It's beautiful." I sort of wish that I could have taken those words back because they are just so... so.... Scripted.
"My mom did. She is really into the whole interior decorating thing. She believes that every room has a personality."
"That's pretty jazztastic." I say. And once I say it, I don't feel as embarrassed because he starts laughing.
"Your a pretty funny person. In elementary I remember you were more shy than anything. I guess you've just grown out of that."
I pause, smiling, "Hmm, maybe. I don't know. I still think that there are several times when I could be a little less shy. I kind of hate how I am so shy sometimes. Along with my deep voice." At the word deep, I lowered my voice a little more.
"What are you talking about? It fits you perfectly."
"Thanks." I say shyly.
"No problem. So what should we start on in your math?"
"Umm. I honestly don't know where to start."
"Hmm, a girl who knows what she wants. How much homework do you have?" He asks as I hand him my binder.
"Uh, better just to look for yourself."
"That bad?" He laughs.
"That bad." I laugh with him.
As he flips through the stack he finally looks up at me and says, "Maybe we'll just do three today."
"Yeah," I say agreeing, "sounds like a good idea."
