It was you.

It's a Date?

You woke up around nine.
"Perfect," you muttered, standing up.
You stretched, feeling that familiar 'pop' in multiple places.
You grabbed your phone, looking over the notifications.
You almost dropped your phone.
"Fuck. Fuck, fuck, dammit!" You yelled, looking at the text.
"How could I go to sleep so fast! What the hell me?!" You shouted.
Bea walked to the doorway of your room, rubbing her eyes.
"What is it this time?"
"I fucked it up! I fucked it all up," You screamed.
"Dude, you're probably overreacting over nothing," She sighed. "Like usual."
"FUCK OFF, BEA," You yelled at her, holding your phone with both hands close to you.
"Fine, fuck you too," She mumbled, walking back to her room.
She was probably right.
You probably were overreacting.
It's just like you, anyways.
You decided it was probably good to text him now.

>Hey, sorry! It is ____! I fell asleep waaaay too early last night, I'm sorry I didn't answer right away

Hopefully he could talk to you. Or at least tell you he couldn't.
He would do that.
Right?
You ran your hand through your hair and shook it around. 'Please answer, please answer!'
You felt it vibrate.
"SCORE!" you yelled.

> Haha it's fine! I was wondering if you were doing anything today? I'm having lunch and I don't want to be all alone :(

You smiled at this, and the little frowny face was the cause.

> I'm free all day, actually. I'd love to have lunch with you!

Bonding. Bonding with someone you might've left. Great idea.

> Okay, cool! How does 12:30 sound?

He probably had this set up, didn't he?

> Yeah, sounds great! Gives me lots of time to work on my face

You smiled.

> You don't have to work on anything! Shut up!

> :0

You laughed. He was still as nerdy as you remembered.

> You better believe it! Also, I'll text you the details about the place soon. I gotta go do stuff. Bye!

> Bye

Now that that was over, you went to your closet.
You needed an outfit.
You looked through the random assortment of shirts, searching for something comfortable, but not too causal.
Cat shirt? No.
Plain T-Shirt? Nope.
V Neck? Why do you even have that? Waaay too revealing.
Flannel? Yes, Yes flannel was good. The teal and black mixed perfectly, good enough for you.
You grabbed an undershirt and went to your dresser to find a pair of jeans.
You looked through the few pairs and found a nice black pair.
Underwear and a bra were no problem. Just a plain white.
You rushed off to the shower, Bea cursing at you to not use all the hot water.
The shower was quick, you focusing on washing your greasy hair mostly.
You got dressed quickly, almost falling over while pulling your pants up.
Then you did your hair. A small bun was nice enough. He hopefully thought it was. Hopefully.
You walked back to your room, putting your dirty clothes in the hamper and looked at yourself in the mirror.
Not bad. Not bad at all.
Now was the shoes.
Maybe flats would be nice with it. Maybe Converse. Who knew?
You decided to go with flats, easily slipping them on. You grabbed your basic necessities, phone, wallet, etc., and sat down on the living room couch.
You turned on the T.V. Deciding to watch the Rick and Morty episode you had missed.
Bea walked out of her room and sat next to you. Her hair was still a mess and she was still in her pajamas.
"Hi there sleeping beauty," You smiled.
"Oh, ha ha, very funny," Bea yawned. "What are you all dressed up for?"
"I'm going out to lunch."
"With who."
"Danny."
"That guy you met at the sushi place?"
"Yeah."
"Are you sure it isn't a daaaaate?" She teased.
"I'm sure. We've barely met," You scoffed, rolling your eyes.
"I'm sure he likes you."
"Mmhm. I'll believe it when I see it."
That was sure to be soon.

(( Omg! an update! Short and sweet, I'll say. Next, LUNCH. More sweetness blah blah smut blah blah super sad ending and yeah. It's gonna be a while before that though ;) ))