Your My Other Half

Chapter 3: Nervous

     It seems like I had to wait for ages for the spring dance. Me and Diesel hand out lots during this month of time that we had to decide whether we were going or not. There is something different about Diesel and I really like it, especially how he took the time to get to know me. I can't wait to go with him. Lately I can tell my old friends are jealous that I am friends and that Diesel likes me and that he wants to take me to the dance. I don't listen to them anymore, all they do is make up lies about my life. All that matters is that I know that it's not true and I do not let them bring me down at any time. I won't let them disturb me, because I can say things about what they have done to my life. I won't though, because I don't believe in revenge, I just move on and continue to be nice to everyone that I come across. Diesel compliments me all the time and I like that, although my usual reply is something like "Thanks, but I doubt that is true." with a smile. Diesel sometimes frowns at that, he always says "You don't understand how special you are Hazel. If you give me a chance, I'll remind you everyday." he always says that with a smile. I am looking forward to the dance tomorrow. Yesterday I went to the mall and picked out a new outfit that I liked. I have always liked to go shopping, even if it is just with my mom. My mom and I hang out all the time, she is my age at her heart. She is always buying the new fashion styles and getting the new raved about makeup. She is 49 years old, and she is a really happy person, never afraid to be herself and yes, that means going up and dancing when there is no one on the dance floor. I want to be like her. She is an amazing nurse, she has been a nurse for 11 years now. I had my heart set on a registered nurse but now I want to be a Obstetrician-Gynecologist also known as a Ob/Gyn.

     I slept great that night, dreaming of what it will be like to be social again, and have fun. It's a Saturday and the dance starts at 8:30 and goes to 10 tonight. Diesel said he would pick me up around eight so that way we would not be late. I look at the clock and it says that it's nine in the morning. I guess I should get up and grab some breakfast. So I get out of bed, in my shorts and t-shirt and thump down the stairs. On the fridge I a note that reads WENT TO THE STORE, I WILL BE BACK LATER, DAD IS AT WORK. LOVE, MOM. I grab an oatmeal packet and empty it into a bowl, I put it into the microwave and set it for a couple of minutes. While that cooks I go into the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. I eat my oatmeal and watch YouTube ideas for what makeup I should do. I go up to my room and pull out my workout clothes. I put them on lace up my tennis shoes. I head out the door into the chilled air, wishing I would have brought a sweatshirt out, but I start jogging anyways. I like running cold. All I can hear is my feet patting against the asphalt, I love it. The breeze blowing my hair in my face. I run for a mile and then turn around. I get back after about 20 minutes and I feel great, I can hear my heart still pounding inside my chest. Running always makes me better, and keeps everything  off my mind.

     I hear the front door squeak open, then footsteps on the wood floor in the mud room and into the kitchen. "I'm home! Can you help me put these groceries away Hazel? I would appreciate that." My mom shouts. "Yeah, sure. I'll be down in a minute!" I shout as I put my slippers on and head down the stairs. I help my mom put the groceries away and I ask "What's for dinner?". "I was thinking of seafood quesadillas, how does that sound?" My mom asks. "Delicious, I would like to eat dinner an hour early so that way I would have time to get ready for my dance." I say, hoping she won't mind the idea of eating before dad gets home. "Yeah, that will work. I can make a batch for us and when your father gets home I'll just make a few more so that he doesn't have to eat leftovers after a hard day of work." My mom says, with a smile. She takes care of my dad really well, especially when she doesn't work. Sometimes I cook for my parents because they do a lot already and I really like to show my appreciation.

     As I finish up, I put my plate into the dishwasher and rush up the stairs. I am so excited! Only two hours until Diesel picks me up. I open up my closet doors and take out my dress. It is a beautiful dark teal, the style is cold shoulder and it's really free. I find some spandex shorts to put under my dress so I won't have to worry about my underwear showing. I find my new shoes that are black, have two inch heels and are open toed. I don't need nylons because I actually have nice legs. They might be short but they are toned. I put them on, making sure everything looks okay. I rush into the bathroom and do my makeup, I don't want to be dramatic so I use all neutral colors. I brush my hair and leave it down. It's dark brown curls flowing down my back. My mom comes upstairs, excited to see my new outfit. "I love it. Your so beautiful honey!" My mom says in adoration. "Thanks mom." I say. I got it from her, although between my parents what could go wrong? I hear a knock at the door and I hurry to grab my phone, purse and a dress coat that is black. I hurry down the stairs and to the door. I open it up, and I see a dressed up Diesel, he takes my breath away. While I admire him, I see him also staring but at me, widemouthed. "What?" I say, checking my coat to see if I spilled something on it. I look back up and smile. "You look amazing, you should dress up more. Your a very beautiful young woman. Like I mean drop dead beautiful." Diesel smiles and takes my hand. "Why thank you. I was also staring because you are a very handsome young man, and I mean that." I say with a smile. I turn around to see my mom wave good bye to us and I wave back, I shut the door. I don't know why it feels like prom! It just feels nice to have someone who cares about me I guess. Diesel opens the door for me and then get's in the other side.

     I feel nervous all of a sudden. I start going over the scenarios that could happen. What will my old friends do? Will they make fun of me? "Earth to Hazel!" Diesel says, laughing. I snap out of my daze "Oh! Sorry, I was just...thinking." I reply, with a hesitant voice when saying the last part. "What wrong Hazel? Don't tell me it's nothing because I can read your emotions just from your eyes." Diesel says, glancing at me for a few seconds. "I was just thinking of my old friends and what they might do. It makes me nervous." I say.