Innocent Rose

12. Alive

"I don't think I ever dreamt anything so ghetto in my life." Sammy face palmed as the girls and I laughed our asses off.

"Who the fuck would name their twin daughters Novemba and Decemba?" I was on the verge of tears from how hard I was laughing.

"Listen," Sammy chuckled, "I've only been able to wake myself up once and that was because I had a dream I drank McDonald's sprite and I woke myself up because who the fuck actually enjoys that crispy ass drink? This dream was the second." The girls and I continued laughing.

I was originally working on the song list for the band for when we do a live stream during break, until Sammy sat with us and told us his dream. I closed my laptop when I heard the names and it caused us all to start laughing all at once. That's when I smelled him.

I looked at the time and saw it was 1:55. Anthony should be here any minute, and ever since I went to the Seekers, I have been able to sense Anthony through smell.

I exhaled deeply through my mouth as I put my laptop away.

"You ok, girl?" Elizabeth asked.

I looked at her. "I sense Anthony is close and I am just so nervous for this date." I scratched my cheek roughly until Sammy pulled my hand away.

Layla quickly pull out some perfume and slide it over to me. "Here, spray some of this."

I grabbed it and looked at the bottle label of A Thousand Wishes before I looked at everybody.

"Why? Do I smell?" I sniffed my armpits. I put deodorant on and took a shower. I even made my curls have the best product I have that leaves an amazing scent even after it dries.

"No, it's just an added boost."

I sniffed the spray area and scrunched up my nose before coughing. "I'd rather not smell like a grown woman. Or trigger my asthma."

Anthony's scent was really strong so I turned to my right and looked out the window, seeing his car inside the parking lot before looking back at everybody. "Do I look ok?" I stood up, twirling around, showing them my outfit.

"You look fine." Sammy said.

"You look cute." Elizabeth added.

Layla playfully slapped my butt. "The ass looks good in those jeans too."

"You should wear jeans more often, they look nice on you." Jasmine added. "Especially dark blue fitted jeans with that shirt. It looks amazing on you. How come you never wear jeans like this?"

I smiled awkwardly. I don't think I'll ever get use to this; trying to see if my outfit for a date looks good on me. I'm not that good at pairing what type of clothing fit eachother and what matched best, so it's a good thing I have an 11 year old sister who knows how to dress better than I do.

She chose fitted blue high rise jeans with a fitted tan sweatshirt and old white adidas that have seen better days that I had to scrub the shit out of interest order to properly clean (for the most part). Then she paired the look with a blue winter jean jacket (at this point, the stuffed ones are a signature look for me since it's either the blue or the black one I wear) and a black zip up.

I sighed and sat back down in my seat. "I don't think I'm ever going to get use to this."

"What? Dressing up for a date?"

"Going on a date. Especially one that was told was going to be a surprise. Well, he gave me ideas on what he wanted to do but still, I have no idea what we're doing and it makes me even more anxious about it!" I started flapping my hands while ranting, but quickly stopped when I realized.