"Hey." Daniel say's when I see him passing in the hall.
"Hey," I say. "I haven't seen you around for a little while."
"Yeah I know! What's up with that?"
"I don't know. I asked you first." I say laughing a little.
"I'm sorry. No answer is coming to me at the moment."
"Ya know, I'm having the same block too."
"Hmm."
"Hmm." I hmm back.
"So what have you been up to?"
"Oh, not much. School... friend drama with my sister.... umm." Oh jeez! Why the crap to I always seem to give people, especially my life story, when I'm talking to them? I mean they only asked for one thing. They don't need to hear about my, and my sisters, personal life, and yet I'm giving him everything! Sam, just stop while you're ahead.
"Well I'm sorry about your sister. But since we haven't talked in a little while, do you maybe want to... umm, go on a date.... with me?"
Holy crap I wasn't expecting that. Ummm, what do I say? What do I say? Okay, just act calm and answer him calm. There's no reason to overreact here. We just haven't talked to each other in a few weeks and he's popping out the question. Well not the question, but you know what I mean. We haven't even known each other for very long. Okay this pause is taking way to long. He needs an answer NOW.
"Sure, I'd love to go!" I say, not even sure that I'm completely up to doing that. I mean he is definitely eye candy, but I just don't know him that well. What if it's super awkward? Breath. Just breath. Everything will be okay.
"Great, just give me your address and I'll pick you up at seven on Friday."
"So tomorrow?"
"Yeah, I guess it would be tomorrow, wouldn't it? Well thanks! I'll see you then."
Before he walks away I quickly give him my address and then he's gone, walking away in the swarm of people, and I'm left worrying about tomorrow.
***
So today is the day of the date. I am totally freaking out. School just got out, and I am in my closet looking for something decent to wear that will make me look fantabulous.
"Nope." I say again about another of my outfits. I just can't seem to decide what to wear!
"Hey, Sam. I was wondering if I could borrow your plaid skirt and belt." Mariah asks, walking into my room, straight toward the closet.
"Oh wait!" I say, quickly stopping her. "I haven't tried that one on yet."
"Ugh."
"Sorry. I need to look good today, and I can't decide what to wear."
"Why do you need to look good. Not that you don't look good already." She says, quickly catching her self.
"I have a date tonight, and I'm freaking out just a little, and he's coming to pick me up at seven, and I still don't have an outfit put together."
"You're freaking out over that? You have, like, five hours until he gets here, and you have, like, ten different outfits that you could make right now."
"Okay, well why don't you show me then?"
"Okay." And then she takes my knee length black dress, my red plaid fedora, and my maroon heels, sets them on my bed with all of my other clothes, grabs my plaid skirt, and says, "You can thank me later." Promptly walking out of the room, leaving me there, wondering how she did that so simply.
I try it on. I look fantastic.
"Oh wait. One more thing." She comes running back in and grabs my key necklace, and my silver earing's, and walks away again.
"Wow. I look hot." I say to myself.
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