Waking Up Sucks (Sometimes)

Seventeen.

Is it wrong for me to anticipate our meeting (date) this weekend?

I mean..

My body can't cooperate with me.

I literally sleep like a chicken, afraid that if I'll lose track of time, I'll screw our first...

Date.

Dang, sounds freaking good to my ears.

I have nothing so much to wear.

What if..

I'll wear nothing, and walk in my naked glory?

"Gross. What are you even thinking, Kana."

I shook my head as I'm trying to erase the nasty (sure he'll love it anyway) idea that randomly popped in my mind.

Exactly three pm, I've decided to took a shower and prepare myself for the said 'date.'

I mean...

I don't want to embarass him and I need to look decent since I'll be by his side for who knows until when.

Once I'm done with my attire for today, I've decided to inform him that I'm ready thru text.

Yes..

We've exchanged numbers.

Gulf:

P? I'm settled.

Mew:

Alright, wait for me at the bus stop.

Excited to meet you, Gulf.

Gulf:

Me too. See you, P.

If you're curious about my attire, well, I settled into a white sweater, faded jeans and rubber shoes.

Since I don't have any single clue about our whereabouts later.

Plus, it's basically the most comfortable one I have in the closet.

Mew's

Today is the day.

Actually..

To tell you honestly...

I was just casually spewing some random words to him.

Not until my mouth spoke faster than my mind.

Well.

If my hunch was right..

My heart wanted this too.

Not that I'm complaining though.