Saturday morning, July 27th.
I woke up feeling refreshed, eager to invite Cassidy out to dinner. The memory of our sunset moment lingered in my mind; she looked stunning. It felt reminiscent of middle school days, obsessing over any girl who showed me attention.
Heading to the shower, I made sure to clean up thoroughly, you catch my drift. I washed my hair and body meticulously, aiming to smell fresh and look sharp.
This girl even got me starting a skincare routine. Moisturizer, creams, lotions—you name it! She has me absolutely down bad.
After cleaning up, I decided to spray on my favorite cologne, Versace Blue Jeans. Finally, I mustered up the courage to text her, "Hey, Cassidy. Do you wanna get dinner tn?"
I closed my phone and immediately went to make coffee and toast to distract myself, feeling anxious awaiting her reply.
As I was buttering my toast, I heard three dings in a row.
"hii andrew! i'd love to :)"
''youre paying tho"
"since u invited me, duh"I was so happy. I was excited to dive into a possible new relationship. I was already crazy about this girl, and I couldn't truly grasp why.
As I was eating my breakfast, Camila came angrily downstairs. I chose to ignore her, because when is she not fucking angry?
Entering the kitchen, she poured herself coffee, shooting me a hostile glance for no apparent reason. Nevertheless, I refused to let her sour mood ruin my day. "Good morning to you too, Camila."
Taking a big sip of her coffee, I noticed her red, puffy eyes, indicating she had been crying. Catching my stare, she snapped, "Fuck off, Andrew."
I begin, apologizing, "Hey, I didn't mean t-"
Interrupting, she slammed her coffee mug onto the counter, her tone sharp, "Look, Andrew. Just because you've moved on from dad's death doesn't mean I HAVE. Not everyone can just dive into something or someone to forget everything."
Filled with frustration, I retorted, "You have no fucking right. I've mourned him, and I still do."
She glared at me with resentment before storming off in anger.
I sighed, thinking to myself, "It's always something with her." Nonetheless, I refused to let her negativity ruin my day.
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The date.I picked up Cassidy at 7:00 PM from her apartment. While waiting, I replaced my car freshener and made sure everything looked clean for her arrival.
Wanting everything to be perfect for her, I took a deep breath and texted her to let her know I was here. She replied, saying she'd be down shortly.
During the wait, I sprayed a little more cologne and used hand sanitizer. The butterflies I felt for Cassidy were remarkable.
As Cassidy approached my car, she wore a light blue long-sleeved top, ruffled at the top, revealing a hint of cleavage. Paired with a black skirt of moderate length and black platform boots, she looked absolutely gorgeous. Her hair was braided into a bun, complemented by red lipstick. Meeting her halfway outside, I walked her to my car and even opened the door for her.
Once Cassidy was seated, I immediately noticed her scent— coconut and vanilla. Her skin looked clear and soft, making me want to kiss her right then and there. I held back.
As we both buckled our seatbelts, I pulled out of the driveway.
Cassidy smiles while staring at me, "Wow, Andrew! You clean up nice."
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when i turned 18
RomanceMature audiences only. This story follows Andrew Pierce as he faces the challenges of adulthood after turning 18. Struggling to come to terms with the sudden loss of his father, Andrew finds himself torn between conflicting love interests, each repr...