Wishful Thinking

Starting Again

Me: Do you think it'd be weird?

Him: No. I'll just have to find a way!

Me: Ha ha

Him: What?

Me: I think you're funny is all

Him: Why? Because I'm willing to go up there and see you?

Me: Yes! Do you know how far away we are?!

Him: So? I said we'd see each other before science fair!

Me: I remember.... I just didn't think we would....

Him: Do you not want me to come? I won't if you don't want me to

Me: No! No! I do...it's just....

Him: Just what?

Me: Nothing. I have my dress. Get a black or cream colored tie, then we're set!

Him: I'll try! Do I get to see the dress?

Me: Nope! It's a surprise! Sh! Don't tell my date!

Him: I wouldn't think of it! I bet he's going to be amazed! Ha ha!

Me: I bet he will be! Ha ha

Um...how are you getting here?

Him: I'll drive. I got my license

Me: Congrats! I'm so happy for you!!

Him: Thanks!

Now that I realize this is actually happening I have a serious question for you.

Me: Yeah?

Him: Where am I staying?

Me: You can stay at my house. We've got a guest bedroom

Him: One more thing....

Me: Yes?

Him: I hate to ask but...can my parents come?

Me: Of course! My mom would end up asking about them anyway!

Him: We'll all sleep in the guest bedrooms then!

Me: We only have one...but we have lots of couches and chairs!

Him: Sounds good!

Me: Yeah it does. Goodnight.

Him: Goodnight to you too!

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I stare into my reflection, my face coated lightly with makeup, my hair curled around my face. I blink my mascaraed eyes and stop myself from licking my lips, knowing I'd ruin the lipstick.

My mom fuses over my hair as my leg bounces worriedly. What if he doesn't like me? What if I do something wrong? What if I say something wrong? I feel my forehead beading with sweat as the list goes on and on. It is only interrupted by a knock at the door.

I stand quickly, almost knocking over my chair. I start wringing my hands as my mom greets him. I swallow and walk into the living room. He smiles at me and I feel my mind and body relax.

I rush to him and wrap him in a hug. He swings me around and I run my fingers through the hair at his nape. He sets me down and I turn to see my mom staring at us with that motherly look. I clear my throat and introductions begin.