The Two of us

The rink

 The next morning I wake up around 9:30, and almost forget Anthony stayed in the tree house last night, until I open my eyes and see my light pink curtains gently blowing from the almost summer air outside. It almost felt like a fever dream. I pull the bedsheets away from my body, and take a quick walk over to my mirror. A bit of mascara has been brought to the under of my eyes, and my hair looks messy. I don't plan on seeing anyone however, my parents are probably out together trying to make up for last night. Just in case they are though, I close my window quietly, and tip toe outside of my room.

"Mom?" If she was here, she would have come over and greeted me with a giant hug and a war of kisses, but she didn't. Neither did my dad.

Knowing they weren't here, I grabbed my phone and sneaked outside to the back.

12:00, ice vault? A text from an unknown number, and I was guessing it was Anthony. I'm guessing that the text meant that he had left, but there was still a slight chance he might still be here. As I creeped over to the treehouse, I began to text back.

Sure, I'll see you there! I smile as I type.

When I reached the treehouse, I peeked inside. No Anthony, just a ball of the blanket I let him borrow, and the pillow on the other side of the house. I know he probably did that just to annoy me.

I just saw the mess you left in the tree house. You're such a loser! Joking like that with Anthony has always been easy. Neither one of us gets upset about it. I begin to replay last night like a strange movie in my head as I walk across the lawn back into the house. It's almost 10 now, so I should definitely have enough time if I don't move like a literal snail. Getting ready is one of my favorite parts of going out. I think it builds up all the excitement for me.

Once I'm back into my room, I slide open my closet doors. I'm greeted with numerous colored shirts and sweatshirts. Shorts and jeans, any kind of clothing I could imagine. I want to wear something flattering that will definitely make me pop, but I want to wear something that won't make him know that this was my intention. He has to think, wow that outfits really cool, and it looks like it barely took any time to get ready. Even if it's just Anthony who I'm seeing, I don't care. I do this with all of my friends except for Maddy and Chanel. My two closest friends, who have seen me at all of my worst times. As I search through the piles of clothes, I decide on a grayish brown low cut top from a super expensive shop in the mall, and a pair of V-cut leggings. I'm not sure why but those kinds of leggings always just make my figure look so much better than normal leggings. Once I have my outfit ready, I make my bed. It had a beige and white theme on it, comfy beige leopard prints on the half of it. It's one of those fluffy but not super fluffy comforters that make me feel the best, even if it's years old I will never get a new one. I finish up my bed by decorating it with my plushies. One side is more neutral colors, while the other is more colorful colors. The next part of my routine is my hair. I decided it looks good and naturally wavy today, but I feel like it's missing something. I settle on two mini braids on each side, even though I'm really not the best at braiding my hair, or anyones. It doesn't turn out horrible however. Last for me personally is my makeup. I don't do much, but it still manages to flatter me more than anything else. Just a bit of concealer, highlighter, mascara, and blush is all it takes. Once that is done, the last final steps of my routine is to eat a small snack, and brush my teeth. I decide on having avocado toast, my bread toasted perfectly, and the avocado spread topped with numerous seasonings is almost perfect. I don't mind though, because it still tastes amazing.

I flop onto the second living room's beige couches, and check my phone. 11;30am, almost time to go! Almost time to have Anthony officially back into my life. A wave of small fear goes over me as I think about this more. What if he stands me up? What if my parents find out he vapes now? I push them out of my mind though, and remind myself that I only live once. And things like rejection and being yelled at are normal things that are just going to happen. If I can learn to deal with them now I should be okay when I'm older.