TANGLED PLANS

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I need help.

I'm freaking out; I had never spent time with anyone after school. Max didn't count considering he was hanging out with my brother initially and then me. What I'm freaking out about is the fact that I'm going to a party tonight.

I'm wearing my favorite colored shirt that is a long sleeve with flowing arms. It falls right under my belly button so I paired it with high waisted black skirt. This is my first time wearing leather skirt and I wasn't going to be buying anything else in this fabric because it was already uncomfortable. I check my outfit in the mirror for the hundredth time.

It wasn't that I thought the outfit was bad; it was just that I didn't know if my body looked good in it. Just because I had new outfits now didn't mean that I was suddenly over my body image issues. This was my first time ever showing my legs and I wondered if I did a good job with my shaving routine.

I shaved a hundred other times but now that others would be seeing it, I wondered if I got every part of the leg. Once I check again, I smile in pride of my own work. I made sure to lotion my whole body but mainly focused on my leg. I even put oil to make sure it was not at all dry in some areas. My legs looked good but now I was wondering if I was comfortable enough to go out in it.

I definitely wasn't considering I haven't left my room even though Max would be here to pick us up any minute now. My brother was going to the party as well and all he knew was that I had begged Max to take me along. He didn't need to know that my mission tonight was to find myself a new suitor.

That term was kind of funny for me to be using considering everything but it was the closest one. I was looking for a new guy to have a crush on and in order for that to happen, I needed to be social and attract. I shake off the fact that this quest sounds crazy and look back at my outfit.

I liked this, my body looked good. Only I needed to now get it stuck in my head. There is a knock on my door as I'm staring at the space in between my shirt and skirt and I turn around so abruptly I almost get whiplash. I push my hair off my face and almost break out into hives when I notice that it's Max who was standing in ny doorway.

He has his arms crossed across his chest and he is leaning against the doorframe. I try not to find that obviously hot and look up at his face. Max gives me an once over before saying, "You look different, Daise."

I play with the hem of my shirt and say, "Different, like, good or like bad?" I had stammered through the sentence but I hoped that he didn't think I was too wierd. I had felt my body warming at his eyes on me and now that I asked him wether I looked good or not, him looking over me makes this so intimate. For me, I cross my legs over each one and put my hands on my back.

I was definitely blushing when his eyes make their way back up to me and he says, "Different good, Daisy." That makes me smile but then I start to feel self conscious in the outift I was wearing. I should've opted to wear pants but the girls I was finally friends with were going to be wearing skirts. Skirts were more appropriate for an outting anyway.

I place a hand on my stomach and find his eyes drop down to it. I move over to my closet and pull out a hoodie and I'm about to throw it on when Max stops me. He grabs the hoodie and holds it up, "Don't."

"I think I need it", I say to him with a frown as I stare at the item that I desperately needed. I felt weird in my outfit. Max shakes his head and says, "You look good, sweetheart. This look is totally for you."

I'm hearing his words but I'm not noticing the meaning behind them. He was telling me I looked good but my head was telling me other things. It was hard to have a brain that constantly doubting you. I knew that these things would take time but didn't know it was going to take this long.