Why does it smells so bad?
Why is it so difficult to do a tie knot?
Alright. I think I got it. At least May liked it.
I feel that I dance like if there were worms all over my body. Or squirrels in my underwear. Why do people say dancing is simple? Hopefully we just talk, or hopefully she dances worst than me. What am I saying? She is perfect, of course she knows how to dance.
Before knocking her door, still in Mays car, we review what I must do and what I mustn't. I hope I don't mess it up.
Oh shit. It's late.
I took the pink flower May chose for me, well her, and my finger ringed the bell next to the white door. A tall and brawny guy opens the door, looking down at me.
"You must be Peter," his masculine voice said. "You are late," he makes room for me to come in. Nothing seems able to come out of my mouth.
"Peter," a feminine voice spoke and the owner of it greeted me. "I'll call her." And her silhouette disappeared in the stairs.
"If you do anything she doesn't like," the tall young guy started speaking once he was sure no one listened, "you are dead." His eyes, similar to hers, looked at me with a dead stare. "I hope you are more than just the brained boy." He turned his gaze to the stairs were a girl in a periwinkle dress showed up.
Wow. She is really pretty.
I want to tell her she looks beautiful, but instead of that my mouth says, "you look nice."
I can feel the dead stare of her older brother on me. Her eyes looking at me with confusion. "Thanks," she says doubtfully.
Before we can leave the house, her mother takes some pictures of us where it's obvious she looks stunning. And I must look like a scared cat.
Her brother takes us to school for the homecoming dance. It was a good ride. We talked about school and... that's all. It wasn't a nice talk now that I think about it better.
And once in side, it looks like I don't don't know how to speak. She makes effort to create a conversation but I lost the words. Something I thought I had already got over. I was already able to talk to her and now we are back to where we started.
"Do you wanna dance?" she asks after a while of just staring at the couples and groups of friends having fun in the dance floor.
"I better go for some drinks," I said quickly and vanished in the crowd.
Calm down, Peter. You can do this. You already had a conversation with her, more than one. She seems to like you. Just be you and everything will go alright. And don't forget to give her a night she wont forget.
I took two glasses of red punch and guided my self back to the more beautiful girl in the room.
But even this had to go wrong.
I stumbled with my own feet and spillover the drink in her. The red drink tarnish the blue dress.
"I'm so sorry," I left the empty glasses in the nearest table and took some napkins to help her clean my disaster. "Let me help you." But I just made it worst.
"Leave it, Peter." She sent me away. "I am going to try and clean it," she gave me a forced smile and left the decorated gym.
I can't be more stupid.
She returned after a while with a smaller and lighter stain. "I'm really sorry, Y/n." I apologized once more.
"It's alright," her sweet voice said. And after that, no other sound escaped my mouth or hers. Her attempts to make a conversation died.
And I know it was the worst night of her life. Even if once we got back to her house she said goodnight with a sweet and gentle tone, I know she is mad at me. I just smiled at her and she got inside.
I don't want her to hang up on me. Even if I deserve it. I know she probably thinks I'm mad or that I think she is boring but I don't. And I don0t know how to tell her.
And I haven't been to sleep. I've been thinking of ways to get her back.
I wonder if I'm in trouble with her older brother.
I don't think she even kept my number.
If only we could do it all again.
I wouldn't have spill that drink on her dress. I wouldn't have been so late. I would've told her, "You look beautiful" instead of, "You look nice."
God, I couldn't be more stupid even if I tried.
I bet she told her friends it was the worst night of her life. And I wish I could pretend, but we both know it was a disaster.
And if I'm honest, a second date with her is all I want. I just hope I haven't gone and blown it
If only we could do this all again.
But it's too late.
