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dinner (javon)

fem!bodied character (she/her/hers) & this part includes you having siblings, and a doggg. not proofread, m' lazy.

readers point of view 

"y/n, come down here please." The authority in her voice scared me (no but literally). I got up from my desk and peaked my head out my door. I seen my siblings standing in their door frames. "Are you in trouble?" Asked one of them. "I don't know." I said while shaking my head.

I opened my door all the way and seen my mom at the bottom of the steps. I walked out of my room with a nervous look on my face, I walked down the steps and stopped 2 steps in front of her. "We're going out to dinner with javon's family, get dressed will you?" She said, I sighed in relief and turned back around to head up the stairs. "And dress nice." She called up to me.

"yeah, yeah." I nodded back to her, I closed the door behind me once I had entered my room. I went to my closet to find something to wear. I'll just stick to something, casual but nice?? (it's not ugly, promise) I picked out a pair of black jeans and smoothed them down because they were a bit wrinkly. My eyes flicked over to my shirts, this was hard. 

I picked out a dark green long-sleeve, I set my clothes down on the bed and went to grab my phone. 7:45 PM, I checked the weather, just incase. It was 35 degrees, which is fucking cold. I should probably bring a jacket. I grabbed a jacket hanging on the back of my door and set it down on my bed, I looked at the outfit I had picked out and realized it was missing something.

Socks, why didn't I grab socks? It would suck if I forgot them. I put on some deodorant and some lotion, I put on my clothes and looked at myself in the mirror. Eh, good enough. I sprayed some perfume and looked for a pair of shoes to wear. I didn't want to wear white shoes, if I wasn't wearing white. I choose a pair of low-top black converse, pretty basic. 

"y/n!! are you ready?" I heard my mom yell, I put on my shoes and rushed over to my desk. "Yeah, almost ready." I put on some of my rings and put my favorite necklace in my pocket, i'll just ask my mom to help me. I grabbed my phone and my jacket, and rushed out of my room. 

I ran down the steps, my dog following close behind me. I walked over to my mom and held up the necklace. "You need me to help you? And did you brush your hair?" She asked. holy shit, my hair. "Yes and.. yes?" I said hesitantly, she looked at me plainly. "I can tell your lying, i'll do it for you." She said, "Am I that obvious?" she nodded, damn it.

She grabbed my necklace and clipped it around my neck. "Sit down please." She pulled up a chair and I sat down. "Before you ask, I want a ponytail." She started to brush my hair, but I stopped her once she pulled too hard. I grabbed the top of the brush, "You know what, maybe I should-" I stopped talking as soon as she slapped my hand away. Okay, well nevermind. I rubbed my hand softly, maybe to take away the slight stinging sensation.

"Alright, all done." I stood up and stretched slightly. "Alright, time to go." She said, I went out the garage door and got in the backseat. I put on my seatbelt before my mom could lecture me about it, I went on my phone and texted javon.

jj❤️

did your parents schedule this dinner?

idk tbh, maybe? 

they did want  to meet your parents though, so probably.