A/N: DOUBLE UPDATE YES
Me: where are we going today
Loser Luke: um either the Cheesecake Factory in the mall or that Italian place
Me: oh fancy
Loser Luke: I’m so fancy
Loser Luke: :-)
Me: …hell no
Loser Luke: :-( meanie
Me: anyway…
Me: should I wear something nice or…
Loser Luke: idk why are you asking me
Me: YOU ARE THE ONE PICKING THE PLACE TO EAT FOR THE DATE AND I NEED CLOTHES TO WEAR So give me a hint pls
Loser Luke: I would say something but you would kill me
Loser Luke: you don’t have to wear something fancy but not too casual I guess
Me: what were you going to say?
Loser Luke: nothing I’ll tell you later
Me: *insert middle finger emoji here*
Me: WHY ISN’T THERE A MIDDLE FINGER EMOJI FAMMIT
Loser Luke: lol ‘fammit’
Me: I meant dammit, now I need to go
Loser Luke: k
Me: don’t ‘k’ me
Loser Luke: kk
I rolled my eyes and locked my phone, quickly plugging it in as Merida and Eli yelled bye to me as they left for Eli’s dorm room. They’re getting ready for the party there. I sighed and instantly ran to the closet in search for something to where. After a bit of searching I grabbed some black tights, some heels that you have to lace up at the tops of the feet, a maroon colored skirt and a black top. I quickly put those on my bed and checked my phone to see if I had any messages and the time. It was five fifteen meaning that I had a little more than an hour to get ready.
I quickly put on my clothes and then made sure that my nails that I painted yesterday night didn’t need another coat, and thankfully they didn’t. After that I went to the bathroom and took my time doing my make up while also letting it sink in that I’m going on a date, an actually date; it’s something I haven’t done in over a year and this time it’s with a guy I thought I would always hate. I mean, I still kinda hate him but then I also don’t hate him. That makes no sense. Dammit. All I know at the moment is that I’m nervous, my hands are shaking and there are butterflies in my stomach.
I have no idea why I’m so nervous. It’s just one date and there might not be another, but there most likely will be another one. I paced back and forth in my dorm room freaking out about the date and I kept going to the bathroom to make sure I looked decent. After a while I just put my half up-half down and then started pacing again. Eventually I checked the time and saw six twenty-seven show up on the screen, plopping down onto my bed and putting my shoes on. I then went to the bathroom and checked my makeup and everything once more just when there was a knock at the door.
