Morgan's POV
"A date two days before New Year, really?" Jason asked me through the phone. He had gone with his parents to his grandparents place for New Year so he won't be here.
"Yeah what's wrong with it?" I asked while I played Formula 1 on my playstation.
"I didn't say there was anything wrong with it relax. Do you know where you are taking her?"
"I thought about dinner at the new Italian restaurant near Joey's."
"I haven't been there, I think it was opened while we weren't in town."
"Most likely."
Jason stayed silent for a while until he finally spoke again after several seconds, "You know this is kinda weird for me still."
I put the controller down once I won the race and gave my attention to Jason. "What's weird?"
"You and Hayley... I don't know I never expected it since she kind of hated your guts during all of high school."
I laughed at that.
Yes she kind of did but then I learned the reason behind it and even if it's not an excuse— now that I know the way Hayley is and why she is like that I don't really care about the past. It never bothered me much. Hayley was the mean girl who loved to mess with me and lock me up in a locker—of course I retaliated in my own kind of way but I'm over all of that.
How we were in school didn't affect how I feel about her because I'm over all of that. We were kids and that's in the past.
"I understand why you find it weird—but to me it makes sense."
"Whatever floats your boat dude, I'm glad that you're happy."
"Thanks Jase."
"Love you Mor. I need to get going though, my grandpa wants me to check out his truck."
"Sure, talk later."
"Bye."
I slumped on my chair thinking of what am I going to even wear for tonight.
I'm nervous, I'm not going to lie.
A part of me tells me I should be nervous because it's Hayley—we have hung out before. But the other part doesn't want to screw it up even if she does know me better than many. That's not the point though, I want it to be perfect, for her to have a good time.
I'll make sure this date is perfect.
—
I looked at myself on more time on the mirror of the elevator— assuring myself that I looked good with my white oversized button up shirt that's under a beige knitted sweater that's a bit bigger than my size as well, accompanied with light blue jeans and black boots.
In on of my hands I held a bouquet of flowers—a bit cliche I know but I'm a sucker for some classic romance gestures.
I'm not sure if I look good, I mean— I thought of wearing dress pants and a blazer instead but I didn't feel like wearing the one I have at home since I already that one the night Hayley and I kissed. And the other I brought here Hayley is yet to return it to me. So I thought that the sweater would be... cute?
I'm just rambling, at this point it doesn't matter.
The elevator opened and I steeped out it and walked down the hall to my date's door. I took a breath before I knocked—not intending to just barg in as I usually do.
I then heard a 'coming' from the other side so I waited.
I looked at the flowers in my hand—the lady at the shop had recommended them for me after I told her it was for a first date. They were violet primrose, she told me they had a meaning like every flower does so I could search it up later if I wanted to.
