Short but Sweet

5! Hollywood's Own

5! Hollywood's Own

I threw open my closet and threw all my clothes out onto my bed. I shifted my weight from leg to leg as I contemplated what outfit would impress Logan the most. I don't want to come off as a slut, I had decided. I want to come off as cute and interested, but not enough to wait around forever.

Satisfied with the mood of my outfit that I had in mind, I began to dig through my clothes for the perfect match. My arms started to ache after a while, from pulling and taking clothes off without even a minute break in between.

The discarded pile of clothing was growing and growing as the option pile was shrinking quickly. I sighed as I pulled on my last shirt, trying to weed through the throw away pile for jeans that would match it, but it was hopeless.

Thanks a lot, Uncle Wayne, I thought bitterly. I put my hands together as I glanced at the clock. I've got thirty minutes left. I could make an outfit in fifteen.

I found a pair of gray leggings that were thankfully normal looking. I paired them with some chesnut uggs that I wore to Seattle, just to make sure Uncle Wayne didn't take them away. Now, I was thanking myself over and over for being one step ahead.

I put on a black tank top and grabbed a plain red t shirt. I took a knife from the kitchen and hacked off the top part of the shirt so that when I pulled it over my head, it'd be an off the shoulder top. I found a long, ankle length black skirt.

Snatching it up from the ground in distaste, I used the kitchen knife to cut it so that it'd stop at midthigh, with random, 'natural' looking frayed edges. I glanced at the clock again. I blew out a breath. Ten minutes left.

I loosely braided my bangs and pinned them to the side of my head. Spritzing perfume, I couldn't help but grin in the mirror as the doorbell rang. Right on time.

Grabbing my phone and tucking it into the elastic band of my now miniskirt, I flew down the stairs, said goodbye to a snoring Hue, and opened the door with as much calm as possible.

He made it obvious that he was checking me out as his head moved up and down, looking at me with appreciation. "You look great," he said.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "That's what every guy says. Would it kill any of you guys to be any different?"

My eyes widening, I put my hands to my mouth and tried to form words to apologize for being so rude. He didn't give me a chance though. Logan started to laugh, and as I was calming down from my blurp, I took the chance as a time to freely look at him.

He was wearing a maroon v neck with darkwashed jeans. White vans covered his feet, and his blonde hair was stylishly messy. The fact that he was laughing with his white teeth glistening under the porch light made him just that much more attractive.

Fighting the urge to sigh, I waited for Logan to calm down before stepping outside and closing the door behind me.

"On our next date, I'll think of a more creative way to greet you," Logan promised as we walked to his car, which was parked in the driveway.

Compared to Logan's yellow Nissan 360z convertible, Hue's faded blue pick up truck looked like a piece of dirt in the road. As he hopped in without even opening the door, I took a minute to compose myself. He had said "On our next date"!

Overjoyed for some reason, I got into the car and sank into the soft cushion seats with a content sigh. Logan glanced over at me, laughter glistening in his eyes. "Comfortable?"

"Mhmm," I murmured, closing my eyes and letting the breeze glide over my skin and ruffle my hair.

We cruised down the street for a bit before Logan broke the silence with, "Is it okay if we have dinner at my house?"