Dave, known disaster bisexual, is in love with Marie. But Marie is dating Dean, the handsomest guy in town.
After being gifted a magical bracelet, Dave gains the ability to transform into a totally different person...Jade, a beautiful, alluring al...
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As we got closer and closer to Marie's house, I found myself feeling both nervous and excited. The places that we passed along the way were starting to look familiar now; the ice rink where Marie practiced, the coffee shop where we'd spend our days after school together, even the Yakima farm stands where our moms would buy fresh strawberries and apples to cut for later during the hot summer days.
The weather had changed and grown colder, so everything was slightly more reserved now. Some shops had closed their doors now to keep out the blue, chilly November fog. However, their windows glowed amber yellow, casting an inviting light that made you want to come sit inside and order a hot coffee. I was tempted to pull over, but we had already stopped off at Hmart.
"Everything is going to be fine," I murmured under my breath to myself. "Everything is fine."
However, no matter how much I reminded myself to deep breathe, my heart rate remained as fast and unrelenting as ever. I coughed and thumped myself in the chest, trying to get it to calm down. But every one of my veins thrummed with adrenaline, causing my leg to shake until I press it down firmly. If we didn't get there within time, I would probably die from hypertension.
But if we got there too soon, I would also die from underpreparation.
There's no way to know if Marie hates me or not. It's been almost two years and I haven't seen face to face. What if she ignores me because I've gotten uglier?
"No, she doesn't hate you, why would she? That's preposterous," I muttered to myself.
One of the cars next to me started to speed up and flashed their left light as they passed me. I let them. They eventually switched lanes and continued ahead.
"Nobody hates you," I muttered. "You're not that important. No one has time to hate you. Nobody even knows who you are," I breathed and checked to make sure my headlights were still on. "Everything is going to be fine. Everything is okay." Just to make sure nobody heard my crazy affirmations, I turned on the radio a bit higher, letting Dua Lipa drown out my worries with sweet sweet disco music.
As I was having a mental breakdown, Dean, on the other hand, seemed completely relaxed. He was snoring loudly, comfortably asleep.
Hm. Maybe a little too comfortable, I thought to myself disdainfully, frowning when he leaned over and his head hit my shoulder. I did my best to nudge him off, but he kept putting his head on my shoulder and snoring into my right ear. Whenever I leaned away from him, he would follow me and lean in my direction, refusing to let me pull away. This is not safe for me to drive, I huffed, but at least we were no longer on the highway. I would just have to put up with it until he was satisfied.
Eventually, I worked up the courage to peel him off me and push him away. I carefully pushed his head and made him lean on the spot between the window and his headrest instead. Fortunately he did not wake up. I listened as his breath hitched, then he went back to snoring loudly.
