My Coffee Boy

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Mom was such a teenager sometimes.

It was an hour before my date with Grayson, and I was stressing out. I nearly cancelled, because I was so nervous.

"Let me help," Mom had said. She decided to do my makeup. She was acting as if she was going on this date herself.

"Just a bit of eyeshadow." She whispered to herself as she brushed a light tan across my eyelid.

"Crap." She looked through her makeup bag. "Where's my lipgloss?"

I pointed to the top cabinet where I put it last.

"Thanks." She applied the gloss to my lips, then spun my chair around so I could see the result.

"Mom." I admired the makeup in the mirror, and smiled. "How come you never became a makeup artist.

She chuckled. "Beverly, go get dressed honey."

I changed into the dress Jenna and I picked out, and gasped when I saw it in the mirror.

It was stunning, the way it flowed and twisted with every moment. I grinned, happily.

A few minutes later, after putting sandals on, I heard the door bell ring. My head dropped to the floor. I was so nervous.

"Hi ma'am, I'm Grayson." I heard the sincerity in his voice.

"Hello, Grayson." Mom sounded pleased. "I'm Beverly's mom, but you can call me Mary Margaret."

"Nice to meet you," Grayson said.

"Hey!" I smiled as I came into view from the doorway.

"Hey." Grayson grinned when he saw my outfit. "You look stunning."

"Thanks," I said. "You look nice yourself." I looked at his buttoned down shirt and jeans, which looked very put together.

"Should we get going?" Grayson asked.

"Of course." I kissed Mom on the cheek, and took Grayson's hand.

We got into the truck and Grayson immediately played country music.

"Country boy?" I smiled.

"I have southern roots," he said, winking.

"So what's the plan for the night?" I asked.

"I made a picnic and we're going to eat it by my favorite spot," Grayson said.

"Aw." I smiled, putting a hand to my chest. "That is so sweet."

"I try," he said. I laughed.

We got to Grayson's "favorite spot." It was a small lake, and when I followed Grayson through a clearing of trees, my eyes widened in shock. There was a large cushion in the grass with fluffy pillows and blankets. There was a picnic basket, and I saw it was filled with amazing food. There were fairy lights hanging off of the lattice fence that surrounded the cushion.

I pushed the gate of the fence open, a hand over my mouth. "Oh my god," I whispered. "Oh my god!" I said louder, a huge smile on my face.

"Do you like?" Grayson said, stepping into the enclosed area.

"It's absolutely stunning." I sat on the cushion, a smile still hanging on.

"I made a pretty basic southern dish," Grayson smiled. "White beans and honey baked ham."

I must've guffawed, because Grayson laughed at me.

"I promise it will be the most amazing food you've ever had," Grayson said. "Plus, there's fruit and bread in case you hate it."