Ugh im nervous. My mom asked her out... My mom... Wow. Well, the point is, despite that, she said yes... And now, i have an hour to get ready...
For possibly the biggest night of my life so far. Am i ready for this? No. But that won't stop me.
Should i be scared? Yeah, she scares the hell out of me... But it makes her so perfect.
I should shower, i stink. But then again, cologne fixes everything. I wonder if i have it to bad, or if i can get away with it.
Nope, wow, holy hell. Strong. I need that shower, or she is gonna have her eyes watering by the end of the night and wont touch me. Not how i want this night to end at all.
I turned on the water, and stepped in, feeling the rain slowly run down my back. I thank god i live in Florida . The rain is beautiful. And the storms are perfect. When we were younger, she would sneak in to my room and cuddle up in my bed, she hated storms. I thought it was adorable and always pretended not to be awake when she climbed in, or left. I knew of she found out i was awake, she'd never do it again. It was the closest i had gotten to a girl until 10th grade prom, where i had a bit to much fun... Im lucky she didn't end up pregnant. If she had, i would have lost all of this. I would have lost my chance with her.The water started getting cold, and i realised i had accidentally bumped the shower handle.
Ouch, dammit, soap in my eyes... This is why i should pay attention in the shower. Atleast i didnt crack my head open (yet.) but ouch, they burn.
Maybe i should let my hair grow out a bit... Nah, she likes me clean cut. And tonight, i will be just that. For her.
I got out, nursing my pride as i searched for something to wear.
Plaid shirt, yes. But which one?
Red and black, deffinately. And pants? Wranglers, not to tight but not to loose.
Perfect.
It's 6:40.
Now, i watch tv and wait for them to get home.
Wait... To shave, or not to shave? That is the question.
To shave. It's time. I need to be 100% clean cut.
Ugh... I hate shaving.
Here we go.
Shit. Cut my face. I knew it would happen. Thank god girls are brave enough to shave their legs.
What time is it?
6:57, shit, better go to the door.
Ugh, im nervous... Does she like me, or just feel bad?
No, i think she likes me... I hope so...
I guess I'll find out.
Here she comes, i here the truck.
It's already dark... It will still be beautiful as long as she's there.
The truck stopped.
Lets see how this goes.
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RandomCharlie has been left more times than she cares to count. She was raised, parentless, with her brother in fostercare, abused, ignored, starved, and unloved by most. Safe to say, she's strong... Or she was, but now she's found herself in an abusive r...