TANGLED PLANS

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I'm excited for the weekend that cannot roll around fast enough, even though it's two days until then. When it does come, it's like I can't wait to be able to get ready for the date. It may seem exciting with the amount of dancing I had been doing today in my room due to my excitement, but this date was finally happening.

It took us a long time to get here. There was no way I wasn't excited about it. After I walk out of my shower, having done all the things that I needed to do, I'm standing in my closet looking for something to wear. There is a slight problem; Max hadn't told me where we would be going. He had only texted me this morning that I needed to be ready before six p.m.

So with only the time in my mind and the location still not given, I'm not sure what I want to wear. Even with all the thinking I had done earlier today, I still hadn't gotten an answer. I move toward my closet and toward the items of clothing I don't regularly wear. I don't wear dresses, as I believe that even dressed down, they are too much.

So I gravitate toward the dresses. I look at the array of dresses I have bought in the past year. The one that my eyes draw to is the one that is my favorite color. When I pull it out, I find that it is as pretty as I remembered it was before I put it away. It was a flowy dress with a tiny V-neck. I liked that it cupped my upper chest area well enough, as the rest of the dress was the opposite.

I liked the way the dress fit, and with the material being so comfortable, I was drawn to it more. I slip on the dress and look at myself in the mirror. I liked the way the dress looked and headed over to my vanity to get started on my hair. I decided to do a full blowout on my hair with the new tool that I had been able to get as well.

After I am done sectioning off my hair and running a round brush through the pieces in a way that makes my hair have both volume and structure, it has almost been thirty minutes. I hadn't known that I would spend this time doing my hair. After making sure that I really wanted to sit a certain way, I headed over to do my makeup.

I keep it light, and when I get to putting on the blush part, I have to stop doing so because I remembered the way it felt to have Max nibble on my ear lobe. How could one thing feel so good? I wonder what other stuff could make me act like a fool in my room as well. As I ran the brush over my face, dusting off the makeup to ensure that it was really blended, I thought about how it would feel to have him kiss me.

We haven't kissed again, and for some reason, I haven't made any moves. I didn't think that Max wanted to kiss me right now, so I didn't. I only sat in bed and wondered how it would feel, though. A few times, I was tempted to just run down the stairs and steal a kiss from him while he was playing video games with my brother. Would that be so bad?

"Stop," I whisper to myself once the image of Max and I kissing from earlier comes into my mind. I had pushed it away from my mind, but now it's on its way back to me. Once I am down with doing my makeup, I grab extra lipgloss, slip it in my purse, and then head out of my room. I'm early by twenty minutes, but when I round the stairs, I find Max standing in the living room talking to my brother.

He was wearing a quarter-zip sweatshirt, a nice shade of green that stood out against this brown hair. The rest of his outfit was the usual, with some black or blue jeans, and this time it was black. He looked pretty casual, and I had wondered if my dress was too much. I mean, I didn't even know where we were going, and it put me in a weird spot.

"Max," I call out to the guy who was going to be going on a date with me. Max turns around as soon as he hears his name. His eyes travel down my face and toward my body, where he smokes when he notices my dress. "You look so pretty, sweetheart," Max says to me.

"Told you we should've banned the nickname," my older brother says out loud, and I cut my glance at him with a glare. He only puts his hands up and says, "To think I fell for the friendly bullshit."