Typical - A Lesbian Romance [NaNoWriMo 2013] // ON HOLD

Chapter Four

Author's Note: For anyone that is following this, Sorry for the repost! Somehow I managed to make this whole chapter an entire different story last night but now it's back where it belongs.

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Last weekend I thought that the idea of hanging out with Chelsea wasn’t that bad at all. I kept telling myself what could possibly go wrong? It’s just a simple meet up at a local concert; no big deal or anything just simply hanging out .A hundred and forty four hours later though, on Friday night, I actually realized that it was probably the single worst thing that I could have possibly done to myself. I could keep telling myself that we were just going to hang out and listen to the possibly awful music until I ended up blue in the face. We both knew that it wasn’t just possible friends hanging out. This was a date; my absolutely first date with another girl.

That was the fact that made my skin crawl uncomfortably as I looked myself up and down in my floor length mirror. I felt like I simply didn’t look good enough to even go outside, never mind to go on an actual date. My long raven hair wasn’t curling right today and it blended in at every intersection it created with my black cardigan. My sweater seemed almost too tight and in my opinion clung to the little amount of chub I had on my stomach that I didn’t want absolutely anyone to see, period. The bright blue tank top that I chose to wear under the black material made my blue eyes look dull by comparison and the dark blue jeans I chose to completely the outfit simply made me look far too pale. The barley thick eye liner that I put around both of my eyes just added to the mixture of pale white skin and dark colored clothing and all of my eye lashes clumped together. Plus to top it all off I ran out of light pink lip gloss halfway through painting my lips so now they were just their natural hue with an almost blinding sparkling sheen. I was convinced I looked absolutely awful. You don’t have to do this Sophie I kept telling myself. I really didn’t think that I could go through with this and every second longer I spent in front of that mirror made me feel more and more uncomfortable.

“ Wyatt what should I do I look awful?” I wined as I finally turned away from the mirror. My long arms crossed across my barley average chest, if you could even call C cup breasts average.

“ I don’t know. I think you look fine but you won’t agree with me anyways” Wyatt said from the middle of my bed with a slight shrug. He had been sitting there for since 4:30, telling me the same thing over and over again the whole time, my mom even made him popcorn while he watched me get ready because she thought that for some reason it was necessary to keep him fed; as if that boy ever needed anymore food. I honestly didn’t believe him when he told me that I looked fine; everyone always did. They’d tell me that I looked fantastic, that I was beautiful, that I didn’t even have to try to look nice but I never believed a word of it. They were probably just trying to inflate my self-esteem anyways. Eighteen year old girls weren’t supposed to be full of themselves in my optinion.

“Wyatt  I so don’t though” I argued. “ How do I fix it?” I really actually just wanted him to give me an answer of some sort. I had been stressing myself out about this all day and now all I could think about way how utterly awful I actually looked.

Instead of just responding to me Wyatt placed the bowl he had been eating out of like a savage animal gently on my night stand. After he was sure that it wouldn’t topple over, god forbid he lost any of that food, he yanked the blanket off of my perfectly made bed and practically shoved me out of the way of the mirror. He looked at himself in the mirror for a second before he threw the blanket over the top of it. Somehow he managed to get it to cover the entire front of mirror for the very top to the freestanding base. “ The problems solved now” He exclaimed before he dove back onto my bed; the bowl of popcorn back in his lap in under ten seconds.