day: Sunday August 22, 2015 time: 12:38 AM setting: the basement of the Richard's household
"So are you going to tell him?" Claire Judy asked Holly Richard (our main character)
"T-tell who wh-what?" Holly sputtered spitting chip crumbs from her mouth fearing the answer to her question.
"Come on Holly!" Grace Winters scream/whispered, "You have to tell him before you leave, I could never be able to move away, not knowing when I will come back. And never ever knowing if my crush felt the same way!" This was their last sleepover before Holly moved six states away.
"Fine sure I'll tell Austin (Gates), any ideas how I should?" Holly had liked Austin since 5th grade, never saying a word to him but a casual hello every once and a while.
"You should try to set up a blind date." Claire suggested.
"Okay but how do I get his number?" Holly questioned, Claire shrugged.
"Oh! I have it!" Grace yelled out whipping out her phone. Claire and Holly stared.
"We were in a group working on a social studies project together and we all swapped numbers."
"OK, Where?"
"Starbucks!"
"When?"
"3:00 today"
"Fine but most of all what the hell should I wear." Grace and Claire stared at each other, and shouted in unison:
"Make over!!!!!!"
Holly was grabbed by the arms and pulled (against her will) up the stairs and to her bedroom. Grace and Claire ransacked her closet throwing shirts, pants, shorts, skirts, dresses, shoes, and makeup products. They settled on a flowing white tank top, denim high rise shorts, black converse, natural makeup, and a necklace with an owl on the end.
Holly was practically shaking when Claire handed her the phone the text message went something like this:
Holly: Hey can you come to Starbucks today at three?
Austin: Sorry. Who is this?
Austin: I think you have the wrong number.
Holly: No I have the right number, you are Austin
Austin: ok........ how do I know you are not a stalker or something.
Holly: I'll point myself out when you get there.
Holly: PPPPLLLLLLLEEEEEAAAAAASSSSSSEEEEEEE!
Austin: fine. fine, but at the first sign of trouble, I'm out of there.
"Crap I might have a heart attack at 2:59."
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Dream
Teen Fictionsorry I know this story is really cliche and sappy and romantic and kinda not like me. I like to write about the truth. This is nothing like the truth. But whenever I felt alone I would add another paragraph to this story (my dream situation) and it...
