'What was a girl to do when she no longer had school?' I thought, looking through my closet for something to wear. "Probably wear something nice, just in case I see him again." I said aloud, almost embarassed. ''Why am I thinking about a stranger?' I asked myself.
I shrugged and pulled the closest thing out of my closet; a pair of jean shorts, a black tank top with a white over shirt. It had been warm enough, but I grabbed a light jacket and pulled it on before reaching for my purse and heading down stairs. "What does a girl have to do to get some food around here?" I asked aloud even though no one was there to answer. My mom still had to work and Logan still had school.
I opened the cupboard and grabbed a poptart, munching on it slowly. "Hmm.. What to do?" I giggled and sat down on the couch. "TV should keep me busy for a bit." My finger kept searching for something good to watch, finding nothing of the sorts with all the reality TV and people just making a fool of themself.
'Maybe go out for a bit?' I though, jumping up from the couch. After I shut of the Tele I worked my way to the bathroom, picking up my toothbrush. "Gotta have fresh breathe.." I laughed, applying the tooth paste and getting to work. When I finished, I realized how much of a mess my hair had become. I bite my lip, picking up my phone and turning on some music before getting to work.
It had felt like hours before my make and hair had been handled, when realisticly it had not even been 40 minutes. I grabbed my things from the bathroom counter and put them away, pulling my purse over my shoulder.
My phone suddenly buzzed as I opened the front door. My stomach curled. It was some random number, but I felt compeled to answer.
"He-..Hello..?" I answered, unsure.
"Hey Fawn!" The voice answered. "It's uh.. Dante.. We met a few days ago..?" He chuckled, he sounded a bit nervous.
"Uh.. Hey! ..Dante.. Uhm.. H-how'd you get this n-number?" I stuttered, biting my lip. This was incredibly surprising..
"Fa-facebook." He said, laughing. "Please don't think I'm some sort of stalker.. I just.. really want to see you again, if that's alright with you of course?"
He sounded so different then the first time we met.
"That's fine." I said, smiling. "I was actually quite worried I wasn't going to get a chance to get to know you." I admitted, feeling my cheeks heat up.
"Great." I heard his lips turn into a grin. "What are you doing right now?" He asked.
"I was actually just about to head out and find something to do." I giggled. "Though I don't really have friends.."
"Alright. I'll be over in 10." He said.
"You don't know where I live." I replyed.
He laughed. "Actually I do. Facebook is like an open book." he continued. "Might want to change those privacy settings, love."
I felt my cheeks heat up again. "Er.. Yeah.. Probably should. See you soon." And with that the call ended.
Suddenly I was worried. 'Was I good enough to be seen with this sexy being?' I rushed to the mirror, running my hands over my hair. I needed to be good enough for this man.
'Why does this stranger's opinion matter so much to me?' I really didn't know.
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