The last two periods of school seemed to last forever. When the last bell rang I couldn't wait to go home.
Soon enough I hopped out of Maddie's convertible and walked up my driveway.
“Hey, Kitten,” I heard my dad say as I walked through the front door.
“Hi, daddy,” I planted a kiss on his forehead and walked up to my room.
As I laid down on my bed, I let out a deep breath. I was exhausted. I closed my eyes and pulled the sheets over my body. I drifted in and out of consciousness for about fifteen minutes. Right as I was about to fall asleep, my phone vibrated. I groaned and reached for my bedside table.
One new text message.
Hey. Noah said.
Heyy. I replied.
I set my phone on my stomach and waited for his reply.
What's up? He asked.
Nothing, you? I replied instantly.
Nothing. Wanna do something? He asked.
I grinned like an idiot at my phone.
Like what? I asked.
Actually, there's somewhere I wanted to take you... Noah replied.
I'm in. When should I meet you?
I'll pick you up in 20? He asked.
Sure. 20 Redwood Drive. I told him.
See you soon :) He replied.
I set my phone on my bedside table and stood up. I wobbled back and forth for a little bit. I had stood up too fast and I got light-headed. I wondered where Noah was going to take me. I smiled and turned on my favorite playlist. Sweet Nothing by Calvin Harris popped on first. The beat made me feel happy and full of energy.
I took my long blonde hair out of my ponytail and ran my fingers through it. I started singing and dancing along to the song. As I was singing, I put on mascara and a light pink blush. I quickly changed into high waist shorts from Urban Outfitters and a droopy, white shirt. I pulled my hair into a messy bun and picked a few strands of it out to hang loosely around my neck. I looked in the mirror and tried to think of what else I needed to put on. Lipstick. I rummaged through a drawer and found a red lipstick that once belonged to my mom. I remembered it was her and my favorite lipstick and we would always argue over who got to wear it. Eventually, we would both decide to be matching. One night, after getting dressed up for a dinner party, I slipped the lipstick into my drawer and insisted that she had lost it. I smiled at the bittersweet memory. I would give anything to have her next to me. I shook off the feeling and smacked my lips together to blend the color.
The next song on my playlist was I Knew You Were Trouble by Taylor Swift. I had about five minutes to kill before Noah would be picking me up so I decided to blast the song even louder. I danced around my room and sang as loud as I could. The song ended and I grabbed my phone and trotted downstairs.
“Daddy?”
“Yes?”
“Is it okay if I go out for a little?”
“Sure. You have your phone, right?”
“Yes, father dear,” I told him after quickly kissing his forehead.
“Okay, be home by eight,” He smiled.
“Love you, Dad.”
“Love you too, Kitten.”
