Misty and I were at my house creating a game plan for my moment of truth with Desline. Just earlier today Desline had invited the both of us to a get together at his house, so we could decorate items for the pep rally on Friday.
"You don't have anything better to wear?" she questioned while grimacing at my clothes in the closet.
"No not exactly," I replied. "I mean it's not like I go out that much anyways, and I can definitely tell you that I don't really have a fashion taste."
"Well thats obvious."
I give her a exasperated look in response to her criticism.
"What I'm just being honest." she giggled.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. So if you don't like anything that I have what do you think I should wear? I mean its not like its a party or anything so there's no need to wear anything fancy. Not like I really have anything that nice anyways, but still."
"We should probably go over to my house to find you something to wear. I can just about promise you we won't have any luck in your closet."
"Hey! I-"
"Come on, let's go."
*****
Misty only lives a block around the corner from my house so it was walking distance and didn't take very long for us to get there. When we arrived we were greeted by her little brother Michael playing basketball outside with his neighbor.
"Hey squirt." Misty greeted him with a kiss on his cheek.
"Eww, gross!" he responded.
I laughed at the scene before me which brought Michael's attention over towards me. His eyes lit up when he saw me and quickly abandoned his friend and ran over to me.
"Hey Ricky!"
"Hey Mikey! I've missed you."
Michael blushed when I said this and looked over to his friend snickering behind him.
Misty returned back outside and called out for me to follow her.
"Well I guess I'll see you later then." I said. But before I went all the way inside I overheard Michael telling his friend,
"She's gonna be my girl someday. Just watch."
I couldn't help but chuckle to myself as I walked up the steps leading to Misty's room.
As soon as I walked in her bedroom, Misty had a huge pile of clothes stacked on top of her bed. The excited grin I saw on her face really scared me for what was about to happen next.
"Come on girl. We've got work to do."
This was going to be a long night.

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