First Love (David & Liza)

Chapter 12

It's almost 9 PM and I'm finally done with my homework. It took me the whole afternoon and evening to do it. I flop on the bed, exhausted and close my eyes. I've been struggling with my anxiety for two days, because of the date with David. Also I find it extremely hard to focus and make a simple decision even on a small thing, such as what to eat for dinner. I can't even imagine how I'm going to feel tomorrow.

A date! The word itself is so formal and nerve-wracking. And the worst part is that I don't know what to wear. I sigh and open my eyes. I haven't heard Gabbie today, so I decide to call her. She always gives me the best advices and is the only person who can calm me down right now. Plus, she knows every piece of clothing I have and can help me choose my outfit.

"Gabbie, how are you? I miss you so much. School is even more boring without you." I cry out as soon as she answers the phone.

"Oh, Liza, you always make me feel good! I'm getting better and I miss you too. I've watched all 13 seasons of "Grey's anatomy" and I think I'm already educated enough to operate on somebody. Who needs a degree in medicine when we have TV?" She laughs. "What's going on with you? Tell me everything!" I sigh.

"Ok. I will, but promise me not to scream or freak out too much."

"TELL!!!" She shouts and I immediately take the phone away from my ear.

"Why did you do that? Now my ears are ringing. I may actually need a doctor, do you have any available appointments?" She laughs.

"Sorry, I'm just excited! Please, tell me!" I take a deep breath before I speak again.

"I have this thing on Friday and I don't know what to wear. Any suggestions?"

"It depends on the event. Where are you going - to a dinner or a party? Is it a formal or a casual event? And most importantly, why am I not invited?"

"Actually, it's a... Ummm... A date."

"A DATE!?" She yells and squeaks. "Who is the lucky guy?"

"David." I say his name quietly and instantly feel the warmth creeping all over my cheeks.

"Can't hear you! Louder!" She says and I roll my eyes at her childish behavior. Why do I have this weird feeling she already knows and now she just enjoys torturing me with questions? Is it because she can read my mind?!

"I have a date with David. It's not..." She squeaks again and interrupts me.

"Liza, this will be your first date with a boy. And not with any boy! With David! You two are going to be the cutest couple ever! Oh! My! God! I literally can't breathe right now. I'm so happy for you! And don't you dare say that it's not a big deal! Where is he taking you?" She says everything without making a pause for breathing.

"We are going to a pizza place and after that for a walk on the beach." This time the squeaking is louder and I have to pull the phone away from my ear again.

"Gosh, it sounds so romantic and adorable that I'm going to die. Did you decided what to wear?"

"A few squeaks ago I asked you the same thing. I can't do this on my own, Gabbie. I'm freaking out and I'm in desperate need of your help! You are the expert when it comes to such events, not me."

"Uh, yeah, you do! Now, open your closet and tell me what do you see." I stand up and do as she say.

"Sweatpants, shirts, hoodies, the dress from the party, jeans, T-shirts, crop tops..." I let out a loud groan. "You know, it would be a lot easier if you were here with me?!"

"Oh, I'm aware of that, but we have to adjust with the situation. Ok, ummm... If you are going to the beach you should definitely wear something more comfortable. You don't want sand everywhere, trust me it's more than gross. So that means no dresses and skirts. Ugh, like you have any!" She says the last sentence quietly, like she is making a note to herself to fix that gap in my closet.

"Hey, hey, I heard that! Do not criticize my style. I'm already losing my mind and this isn't very helpful!"

"Sorry! I'm trying my best, but with your wardrobe, I don't have many choices! Oh! I'm sorry again, but you know it is true." Unfortunately, I do! "Ok, I have an idea! Pick your favourite 2 pairs of jeans, a shirt, a crop top and a T-shirt. Match them so you make different outfits, take selfies and send me the photos. I'll be waiting by the phone, so hurry up!"

"Fine, but it may... Gabbie?" She's already hung up and I sigh again, putting down the phone.

I throw a few clothes on my bed and start trying them on. Why do people have to go on date? It's more stressful to choose the outfit for the date then to go on the actual date! Why will somebody voluntarily put himself in such a tense situation? I don't get it! 

For the last 30 minutes I made more selfies than for the past year. I send them to Gabbie and she picked the crimson crop top and the high-waisted jeans. I take a look in the mirror and couldn't agree more. I take the clothes off and put my pajamas. I will be nervous tomorrow, but at least I will wear something I feel comfortable in. As I make my way to the bathroom suddenly my phone rings.

"What are you doing, princess?" David says and a smile appears on my face. Oh, welcome butterflies, come on in!

"I'm going to bed. But a stalker should already know that." He laughs. "Why?" I smile and sit on the bed.

"I wanted to hear your voice. And also, to make sure you haven't changed your mind about tomorrow night."

"You mean for our date?" I say the last word bit slower.

"Yes, our date!" I can't see his face, but I can sense he's grinning.

"Nope, I haven't. The pizza better be as good as you say it is or you will be in big trouble."

"You will see for yourself. Now go to sleep! See you tomorrow morning!"

"Night!"

"Sweet dreams, princess! I can't wait to date you!" He says before he hangs up.

I'm so glad right now that we were talking on the phone, so he couldn't see me blush. I put the phone on my night stand and go to the bathroom to do my evening routine. After that, I get under the covers. I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling. It's not like I'm the first girl in the history who is going on a date with a guy. And if the others can do it, so can I! Yes, I can do this too! And it will be great! I hope... At least the butterflies are still here, keeping me company.