You don't even want me

31.

[Camille]

I woke up, actually feeling pretty nervous to go out with James that day. We'd spent so much time together already, but in my mind, this was totally different.

I quickly got out of my bed, went downstairs to have breakfast and saw my sister was already sitting down at the kitchen table, slowly and absently eating a bowl of cereals.

I made my own bowl and joined her at the table, gaining a cheeky smile. I raised my eyebrows, waiting patiently for her to explain the look she'd given me, but I rolled my eyes when I realised she was just going to be annoying about me and James.

"Nervous to go on your date?" she asked curiously, and I sighed, pursing my lips while thinking about my answer.

I was definitely nervous, but the question sounded weird to me. Usually, I'd answer annoyed that it wasn't a date, but it was; he'd said so himself, and to be honest, I wanted to see it as a date myself.

I sighed and brought my spoon to my mouth, staring at the white colour of the milk and the bright, different colours of the cereal.

I nodded as an answer to my sister's question, and she put her hand on my arm, making me look up.

"It's going to be just fine, he's totally into you" she assured me with a conforting nod, and I bit my lip, processing her words. James was into me. The thought of it still sounded magical and almost surreal to me.

We quickly started talking about something else and what we were going to do for the rest of our free week, and before I knew it, Chloe was loading everything in the dishwasher so that I could go upstairs to take a shower.

I got in the bathroom and put on some music, smiling happily when the sound of the first few notes of Sultans Of Swing by Dire Straits filled my ears.

I quickly undressed and switched the handle in the shower so the water was running down, fiddling with the second handle to get the temperature perfect for me; not too hot, not too cold.

I washed my hair and body, nodding my head and humming along to the songs that were playing.

I got out of the shower again and rubbed my face dry with a towel before wrapping my now dark brown, long, straight hair in it to dry.

I grabbed another, bigger, towel for my body and when I was completely dry, I wrapped it around me and stumbled over to my bedroom to search in my closet for something to wear. I ended up picking a white longsleeve with black stripes and some brown jeans; after I'd put that on I went back to the bathroom to dry my hair and put it in a ponytail, like always.

I sighed and looked at myself in the mirror, hesitating before putting on a bit of mascara.

I quickly gathered everything I'd want to bring, like my wallet, my ID, a bottle of water and much more stuff I'd never need but still wanted to bring, like a hairbrush and deo.

I put everything into my backpack and checked the clock before rushing downstairs with wide eyes, cursing under my breath that I always had to be late. I quickly shouted that I was leaving for Chloe, not waiting for her reply as I grabbed my jacket from the hanger and slammed the backdoor behind me.

I ran to the garage, struggling to put on my jacket in the process and when I'd finally succeeded, I jumped on my bike and drove to his house.

When I got there, I noticed he was already waiting for me next to his bike on his driveway, and he smiled widely when he saw me.

"Goodmorning Millie" he greeted me when I came to a stop in front of him with squaky brakes. I sighed, being out of breath from biking too fast and after I'd greeted him back, we left for the bus stop.