Darkness of Kinds

GWENYTH

Ever since a Barbie doll graced my four year old hands, I have dreamt of a pretty dress which would caress my skin and wow Cinderella. Now as I looked into the mirror and see the turquoise gown grasping for dear life around my chest, I knew today was the day. I jumped giddily and twirled around in my bathroom to watch the waves run through the dress for the hundredth time.

My bathroom was small but I couldn't complain. The mirror glued to the half of wall not occupied the the sink only showed me what I looked like from the waist up so very often I had stand on the toilet seat opposite to mirror to catch a glimpse at my lower half. Never once did it with any of the four other family members watching.

Knocks came from the bathroom door and the sweet sound of my mother's melodic voice called, "Hurry up or else your date will arrive and be left talking with your father. You know how he is around boys."

I laughed at the image of Michael scratching nervously at the back of his head while Dad "chatted" with him about his grades and whether or not his future plans included me. If I didn't finish up soon, Dad would scare him off before we could reach our one month anniversary. Poor Michael. He was sweet but in the meek-ish kind of way.

I doubled checked my eyelids and hair. I tried putting on eyeliner. Failed badly. The black encompass spawned fear rather than impress. I tried using Mom's curling iron. Burned myself. Twice. I gave up on both and wondered why the "makeup" gene skipped me but was passed on to my 15 year old sister who would rather attempt crossing the Grand Canyon on tight rope than apply lipstick.

I scanned the skin around my brown eyes. Luckily, my eyelashes were long enough so that I looked like I applied eyeliner and mascara. I brushed away a stray curl dangling near my nose. "Achoo!" I groaned. The slightest irritation whether it be from dust or hair erupted a fit of sneezes. 

"Ding... Dong."

"Coming!" Dad yelled.

"Gwen, hurry up. I'll see if I can get to the door before Charles does and distract him." Mom warned.

Mom never used Dad's name unless it was urgent. I looked at the mirror once more and pointed at my reflection. "This is a big night, first prom. Don't screw it up." I inhaled and saw a silly grin tug at my lips. 

"Gwen, your date is here!" Mom called in a singy-song tone.

"Coming!" 

I pushed open the bathroom door and ran down the the hallway leading to. I continued sprinting until my feet hit the foyer. Without having to think, I leapt into Michael's arms. He froze for a second, probably shocked by my excitement, then proceeded to return the gesture.

"Gwen," Mom said in a chiding voice, "you will wrinkle your dress."

Michael chuckled awkwardly.

"Sorry." I mumbled into his shoulder and released my grip. I retreated back a few paces so I could examine Michael's suit. It was a plain tux but it looked uncomfortable because every second or so, he would tug at the bottom of his jacket.

"Hey." I waved to him, my voice breathless from the run.

I shifted my weight from foot to foot. The dress now felt like it exposed too much. The draft that drifted from the open door sent chills down my exposed back.

"Well, Michael? What do you think of my daughter?" Mom questioned.

"Mom..." I groaned, feeling a blush rise in my cheeks.

"She's..." Michael roamed his eyes up and down, "beautiful."

"That's it?" I teased and punched his arm.

"Uhh..."

"I'm kidding," I said and leaned close to his ear to whisper, "Let's go before my parents start talking."

He nodded appreciatively and took my hand in his. He waved at my parents saying, "It was nice to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Rosen." I ran before him and tugged him along. "Bye Mom. Bye Dad. Love you!"

Their figures blurred and blended in with the rest of the navy colored house as we ran further. Once the house integrated itself as one of many houses on Stone Oak Street, I stopped. Michael, still looking back at the house, didn't notice and crashed into me. 

"Woah!" I yelled. 

One foot became friendly with the other and I tripped on the back of my dress. Michael hooked my waist to him just before my head touched the ground. My breath was harsh against my throat but our synchronized heart beats drowned all other noise. It was fast, shot with adrenaline. I could feel his lips brush past mine. I could taste the mint in his breath.

I coughed. "So are we going to get up or... I mean your arm is going to get tired before the main event."

Micheal lifted me straight back to my own two feet. He threw his hands to his back and patted his jacket. Clearing his throat, he revealed, "I was going to get a limo but you said not to so I got the next best thing."

I raised an eyebrow. He pointed at the lone car farther down the block. Under the flickering street light, it appeared suspicious. It was short and slim but as we came closer, my eyes bulged out if its sockets. "A-a Ferrari?" 

And a red one at that too.

I snapped my head back at him, "You got a Ferrari?"

I cast my eyes to the plain grey concrete sidewalk and shook my head. He remained silent so I looked back at him. His eyes were cast onto the ground and his palms rubbed on his pants nervously. He reeked of panic.

I laughed. "I said no to the limo because it was too fancy and old school. Plus, I'd rather spend the money on a date but I never imagined, thought, about a Ferrari. I'm shocked!"

I threw my hands in the air and walked to the outrageously lavish vehicle. Michael followed suit but he dodged my gaze. After retrieving the keys from his pocket, he pushed a button and the car beeped, it's door rising up like a water fountain.

I hopped in the car and glided my hands across the smooth leather seat. Even the car's touch felt expensive. Michael still avoided my eyes when he jabbed the key into the hole and turned on the engine. The engine roared with it's full ferocity. His hands trembled as they moved to sit on the wheel.

"Hey, "I cooed, guiding his face to look at mine, "Thank you."

I leaned in and placed a peck on his soft lips. His eyes instantly brightened and his whole posture perked up. I chuckled at how adorable he was.

I slid back into my seat, wiggling slightly to achieve the most comfortable position. I smirked. "Now, let's drive this bad boy."

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A/N: I'm looking for someone to make me a cover. Please message me if you are interested. :)

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