In Love With My Best Friend

Chapter 25: The Date

•Kacey•

"Mom I need your help." I say timidly as I walk to her position on the couch.

Today is my date with April and I'm nervous as hell. Apparently I need to dress nicely. I pointed out to April that I didn't own any formal wear and she instantly sent Clarity to my house with a dress that I'm not even allowed to look at until time to get ready later. I have never been on a date in my damn life and I have no idea how to act or what to do on a date.

"What is sweetheart?" my mom asks me nicely as her blue eyes bore into me questioningly. Oh no I'm not sure how she will react to this.

"Well you see I have a date tonight and I don't really know how to act." I state just getting straight to the point. There is no need in beating around the bush when it comes to this. I really need some advice and I'm serious about April so she will find out anyway.

"Oh my gosh. Are you serious? You're fist ever date! This is just amazing. Who is the lucky guy who has finally got my little girls attention?" my mother questions excitedly. Oh no.

"Well you see mom, my date isn't actually a dude." I explain rubbing the back of my neck nervously.

"Oh so April finally worked up enough courage to tell you how she feels. That's just great. It took her long enough. But anyhow on as far as advice, just be yourself. April likes you for who you are. You two have known each other for years now so just be true to who you are." my mom says shocking me. She acts like that me going on a date with April is totally normal and expected.

"Wait. How in the hell did you know that it was April?" I question my grinning mother as I stare at her in disbelief.

"Well I mean I knew that the girl liked you just by the way she looked at you and always made sure that you were safe as well as happy. As for you I believe I knew before you that you would begin to return her feelings in due time." she shrugs her shoulders nonchalantly. I have nothing to say to this. Are all mothers just psychic like that or is my mom an exception to the rule?

"You are really something else mother. But thanks for the advice and supporting me." I say as I smile happily at her.

"Don't mention it sweetheart. Love is love and it only matters that you're happy." my mom replies and a warm feeling spreads through my heart. I love my  mother so fucking much.

With a quick hug and a soft smile I head back into my room to get ready for tonight. I'll be doing my own makeup to go along with my outfit so I'm not sure how that will turn out, but with any luck I'll look some what decent.

Apprehensively I walk to the dress bag and unzip it. I smile at the black material of the dress. At least it's a color that I'm comfortable with. I strip of my jeans and t-shirt before slipping on the dress. I look in the mirror once I have it situated properly on my body.

The dress is sleek and form fitting. The straps cross in the back, leaving my shoulders and the small of my back bare. The dress is pretty damn short for my liking because it just covers my thighs. But all things considered I don't think it looks that bad on me. Due to April making me eat more here recently I have definitely been filling out a little more to a healthy weight. Without that I would never be able to fit my skinny ass into this dress.

I do the best that I can with my makeup, as I'm not the most experienced in that field. I just settle for a nice smoky eye and a bright red lipstick. Nothing major but I like it. Let's just hope that April feels the same way.