Is This the Right Way?

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My mom picks me up on Sunday afternoon and on the way home, we talk about Cole and his family. We were invited to go out to dinner with them tonight, she tells me, so the first thing I do when I get home is get an outfit together. I'm so excited to see Cole. To see his chestnut brown eyes and jet black hair. I pick out a knee length flowy dress to hide my knee brace. The top of the dress is black lace, with hints of sparkles here and there. We are going to a fancy restaurant after all. I go to the bathroom and wash my hair, so my natural bouncy curls can have their turn in the spotlight. I go back to my room to do my makeup. I kept it pretty simple, except for a dash of bright lipstick and some extra mascara. I take a step back and look in my full length mirror. I look stunning. I don't say this to myself often, but my nerdy glasses are actually the perfect touch to the outfit. I place my heart locket on and walk down the stairs like I'm a model. I feel like one anyways. It's 6:00, so it's time to go. I'm finally going to see him. There's a knock on my door, and i get up to answer it. It's him. He looks just like I remember. Our eyes lock and we pull into a hug.
"I missed you so much" I mumble into his shoulder.
"I missed you too." He says pulling away. He gives me one if his stare downs. From head to toe, he inspects every inch of me.
"You look beautiful" he finally says.
"And you look stunning yourself" I respond. Our parents are all already in the van, and cole walks me out to the van where we climb into the back seat. The front two seats are our moms, then our fathers in the next row. Coles eye catches my knee brace and subtly points at it and asks "what happened?"
I forgot that one minor detail when I talked to him on friday night. Should I tell him the whole story, or what was medically wrong with me?
I decide to take the easy way and just tell him that I tore my acl an had and operation. He didn't ask any other questions so that was a good thing.
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Dinner was amazing. Back home, I get my pajamas on and crawl into bed. This was a crazy weekend, I thought.