Something Different - Skitscape and Fawdz

I Never Really Had A Love Life...

I'm incredibly excited for my date. I've never really had a love life or actually dated a guy...

Pathetic, right?

Yep.

There's been a few guys I've liked, but I never gathered the courage to talk to them. I've been asked out once or twice, but I'm fairly sure they were both dares.

Dan is really nice and funny and I actually want to get to know him better. I want to cone out of my shell, for him. I have no idea how I was brave enough to talk to him or why he would ever want to go out with me. But, I guess, this is all part of change.

I'm not exceptionally attractive. I have dull red hair and plain green eyes. I try my best to look nice, but my hair never cooperates. It's a shade of red that doesn't work with anything. I don't consider myself pretty, I don't stick out in a crowd. And that's the way I like it, being quiet and keeping to myself.

But I also feel like I want to turn over a new leaf now that I'm here. I can imagine it: All alone, no dad, at college, going out with Dan... I could start a new chapter in life. Change my personality. I really want to do this, I decide.

Maybe, if my date with Dan works, I will.

The next day is Thursday. Dan and I walk to school as normal, but there's this newfound... thing between us. Neither of us bring it up, but I like it.

We attend a few classes together, walk home together, et cetera. It continues the next day, too.

But on that next day, Friday, it doesn't stop there. When we reach home, Dan checks that I'm still up for the date, and I blush and murmur yes. Then I go to get ready.

This part is actually pretty hard for me, because like I said, my stupid red hair doesn't work with anything. I manage to tame it into a decent braid. I put on a emerald green blouse that is much brighter than my eyes, but it makes them stand out a bit. Skinny jeans complete the outfit.

After I put on makeup and attempt to mess with my hair again, it's time for the date. We're just going to a movie. But still, I'm excited.

I open the door at the sound of a knock. Dan is standing there in a t-shirt and jeans, but damn, he's hot. His blue shirt brings out his eyes.

"Ready to go?" He asks, and I grab my purse and shut the door.

He takes my hand as we leave the building. The small gesture makes my heart flutter and a grin break out on my face. How cliché.

When we sit down at the movies, he takes my hand again, and I feel those damned butterflies in my stomach. The butterflies are celebrating again-shooting off fireworks. The combination makes me feel almost as if I'm floating. Because throughout the entire movie, Dan doesn't let go.