Striptease

Allergy

[Everleigh]

Five minutes have gone by….Another ten if you add that to the total time of thirty minutes that I've been standing here, freezing my bare ass off for nobody.

Well, there's a small correction to be made there; I wasn't freezing my ass off for '
nobody in particular because at least then, I would have no one to blame but myself for that predicament.

Instead, however, I was waiting on a special somebody to show up before I became the life-size version of Frozen Malibu Barbie Doll.

I shivered as I tucked my hands under my arms while they remained crossed over my chest, now shifting my weight back and forth on my feet even more as I tried to keep my core temperature warm enough to not freeze over.

Why did I think it was even a good idea to wear a minidress with sheer lingerie underneath it?

I'm not a goddamn Christmas present that needs to be unwrapped or something!

Why didn't I choose something like a heavy fur coat and some UGGs boots just to stay warm?

Why did I let Mikayla persuade me, or rather rope me, into wearing something like this in broad daylight?

I could blame it on the fact that my best friend was pushy, or that I haven't been on an actual date in God only knows how long, but I didn't blame anybody.

I could only take responsibility for my actions and right now, I was currently regretting such actions like wearing the skimpiest outfit on planet Earth and freezing my nonexistent balls off just for the chance that maybe, just maybe, Charlie would actually want to date me for who I was and he wouldn't see just a charity case that he needed to take care of.

I wanted to be more than just someone he thought looked nice on the stripping pole, I wanted to be the one he told his day to while we laid side-by-side on a sofa together while the fireplace roared loudly.

I wanted to be something more….If only I could just say that to him in a comprehensive, cohesive sentence without feeling like I was going to stumble over my words or end up, you know, accidentally dialing his number while masterbating because that was totally normal to do when you liked someone, right?

I'll just make sure to butt dial him next time I decide to get off again, if I don't die from sheer embarrassment when I see his face this time around.

My face still flamed red even now days after the incident, how was I ever supposed to live that down?

Hopefully, there would be another less embarrassing accident that would occur soon which would take the focus away from the fact that I was definitely going straight to Hell now for all of my sins, that was a fucking guarantee with God's stamp of approval on the sealed envelope as well.

Kind of like a Hogwarts letter but worse 'cause, you know, nobody wants to deal with Satan when they could be flying on broomsticks, chasing after some Golden Egg bullshit.

My thoughts surrounding the franchise that has seemed to consume an entire generation of young minds and then some were oh so rudely interrupted when I heard the familiar rumbling of a car coming down the road, the tips of my frozen ears perking up as I glanced around for the familiar sight of Charlie's expensive sports car.

And lo and behold, my assumptions were correct once again. I watched with both fascination and a tiny bit of annoyance as the expensive sports car rumbled to a gentle stop before the lobby of the apartment complex, the passenger side window rolling down to reveal the anxiety ridden face of one man who could still make my heart race.