Angry at Love

chapter 15

<<<CASEY>>>

Things had been going pretty good. We talked and decided that we didn't really want to come out to anyone, we would just do our thing and people could think whatever they wanted. However, he told me that his foster father couldn't find out.

He held my hand at school sometimes. And every time he did, my heart and mind soared with glee.

Tonight was a friday, and I was laying on my bed after a rather long day at school when my phone dinged. I picked it up and read the message.

From Miles: hey. Want to go on a date?

I grinned and immediately responded,

To Miles: YES

A new text came seconds later, Are you free today or tomorrow?

I'm free today. The sooner the better. Maybe around five?

He confirmed the time and I threw my phone onto my bed as I raced to my closet, grinning so wide I probably looked insane. I frantically went about finding a suitable outfit which took longer than I'd like to admit.

I felt like I had to rush even though it was hours off. Eventually I settled on a plain black shirt and a flannel, paired with jeans

I also fixed up my hair to look nice, blasting music the whole time in order to try and get myself to stop thinking. It didn't work

I brushed my teeth. I fixed the tiny strands of hair that were ever so slightly out of place. I flossed my teeth(something I never do). I cut and filed my nails(I've only filed my nails like, twice). I took off the outfit I had on and changed it. And then I took that off and ironed it. And then I changed the outfit again. And then I ironed that. I checked my hair again. I checked my teeth again. I checked my phone. And then I checked my phone again because I hadn't actually paid attention when I checked the first time. And then I paced for what could've been seconds or minutes but most certainly felt like hours. I thought of possibilities. What I would say, what I would do. Should I hold the door for him? Would he want me to do that? Should I pay or should he? I took my wallet either way. Where were we going? Was I dressed too formal? Not formal enough?

I checked my outfit in the mirror. I changed the shirt. Then I restyled my hair.

What if I ruined the date?

Eventually I went downstairs because there was nothing left to do. My brothers noticed my distress and decided to tease me relentlessly.

Eventually it got to the point where I got full of it. I shifted out of (names) grip and turned quickly, tackling him to the ground. We were rolling on the floor when the doorbell rang.

I froze, and the twin's grins grew.

I moved to get up and run to the door before Evan could, but Ethan held me down by the waist. "Hurry! Get the door!" he yelled to Evan as I struggled to get away.

Evan nodded with a troublemaker smile and ran out of the living room.

I could hear the door open and talking, and then he rounded the corner with miles right behind him. When he saw my predicament, a smile graced his lips.

My face heated up and I struggled harder, elbowing Ethan in the stomach as I said, "let me go!" That finally got him to let go, though I'm not sure whether it was me or he just let me up anyway.

I sighed and brushed off my clothes, giving miles a sheepish smile. "Hey."

Miles grinned and said, "hey. Mind introducing me?"

"Oh! Uhh . . . Miles, that's Ethan and Evan. Ethan and Evan, that's Miles."

Miles, still grinning, nodded at the twins. "I'm his boyfriend. Nice to meet you."

This made me go a deep red. It's not like he outed me or anything, but I hadn't told them I was dating anyone yet. Honestly I didn't mind, I was just extremely embarrassed. I also knew what came next

The twins gasped dramatically and turned on me.

"Why didn't you tell us!?" They both shouted at the same time, running over to me.

They smothered me in a hug and gushed about how cute it was and whatever else. I locked eyes with Miles and saw that he had a sad smile on his face. A thought came to mind that he's never had a family like this. I smile at him and give my brothers a quick hug and ducking out of their arms.

As I walked over to Miles across the room. "Nice hair," he commented, nodding to my head.

Hesitantly, I touched my hair and grimaced. It was a mess, sticking up every which way. The gel I had put in there only made it worse.

I laughed, embarrassed as I said, "just . . . one second. I'll be back." then I ran up the stairs, yelling behind me as I went, "don't toture him!"

I rushed into the bathroom and when I saw the mess, I groaned in annoyance. I had spent so much time on it, and now I have to fix it all over again. After a few minutes of rushed hair doing, I ran back down the stairs.

"Ok, let's go."