It was the day of the party, and I had just gotten out of bed. I was walking along the hallway to go and get some late breakfast when I noticed that the door to the spare bedroom was open. No one would ever really go into the spare room unless we were expecting guests that night, so curiously I peaked through the door to see what was going on. I could see my mom frantically looking through the drawers for something.
"What are you looking for?" I asked.
"Sheets. I need spare sheets. We can't have people staying over and not have fresh sheets!" She declared.
"Well I could go and get some from my room. I'm just hoping that they like the color of extreme pink. I sometimes forget about the whole washing red with whites rule" I said, trying to lighten the mood considering my mother looked particularly stressed, as she always was when someome stays the night in our home. She was a perfectionist and wanted everything to always be perfect. "Who's staying anyways?" I asked.
"Brian is" she replied whilst opening the curtains, making my eyes squint from the exposure of the sunlight. "He has a flight early tomorrow, and we're closer to the airport than anyone else so I told him he could just stop here for the night if he was already coming to the party the night before"
I had no problem with that. None at all. I would enjoy nothing more than to catch a glimpse of him first thing in the morning. There was just something about a guy that had just woken up that was strangely attractive to me. The husky morning voice and the messy hair. What was not to find attractive about that?
"You okay?" She asked, standing in front of me. I have really got to stop daydreaming about this guy, I thought to myself.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I was just thinking about what shoes I was going to wear tonight that's all."
I really had to find better answers so that I was actually 'playing it cool' when I was trying to play it cool.
"Well I'm sure whatever you wear you will look fine in" she smiled at me.
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It was coming up for 8:15pm and the party was in full swing now and I was still up in my room putting the final touches to my outfit along with Kara. I put the hat on to complete the look of my sexy cop costume, and I had to admit, I felt confident about myself. I felt sexy. Exactly what I wanted to accomplish. I could hear people still turning up and filling all of the rooms downstairs and I kept peaking out of my window to see if Q had arrived yet, that was until my inner monologue reminded me to just chill and keep it cool. He was my dads friend after all, nothing could ever happen between him and myself, no matter how much I wanted him to flirt with me again like he had done previous nights ago.
"Are you ready to go down?" Kara asked.
"Ready" I smiled, walking towards the door. The sound of music and yelling were filling the hallway as soon as I opened my door, signalling that everyone was having a good time. As I walked down the stairs I scanned the surrounding room to see if I could see any of my friends when instead I saw Q in the living room talking to a group of his friends. He was dressed as some type of Zombie I believe. Either way he looked like an extra from The Walking Dead.
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After a few hours of dancing and shot taking with my friends, Kara pulls me to one side "he's alone! I just saw him in the kitchen getting another drink, go and say hey!" she says as she shoves an empty red solo cup into my hand, pushing me into the direction of the kitchen before I even had the chance to protest. "Go go go!"
