Mr. Cinderella (5SOS) {discontinued}

(11) Roses Are Red . . .

Creeping quietly past Brandy's room, I peek in through the door, which has been left slightly ajar.  She claims it gets too warm in the room otherwise, but that could always be resolved by opening the window on the wall to the left of her bed - I think it's more of a comfort thing, like how I have to have all my sheets and blankets completely tucked into my bed.  If I don't, I normally end up tossing and turning, or waking up at regular intervals throughout the night.

As expected, Brandy is fast asleep; her blonde hair is sticking out slightly from under the covers, which cover more of her head than her feet.  A black wire leads from the plug socket next to the wardrobe up to the bed frame, where her Blackberry has been tucked in as it charges - the earphones that are permanently plugged into the phone are slightly buried under blankets, so I assume Brandy was listening to music as she fell asleep last night and forgot to remove the earphones.  I tiptoe carefully into the edge of her room, slipping a note I wrote about five minutes ago onto the desk.  There's no guarantee she'll see the post-it (which reads: 'Asking T about date today.  Will text you & Calum any details -Yasmin.  P.S Stocked up on Reese's.  Check under kitchen counter') but I position it by the mirror on the desk, hoping that will make the message more obvious - she seems to be used to leaving notes and reminders on mirrors anyway, so I hope she doesn't miss this one, especially since it's to do with the double date.

After last night, I have convinced myself that it's probably best to get this date over and done with.  I mean, obviously, Brandy and Calum are both probably pretty nervous about the whole thing.  Excited, too, but mainly nervous.  The difficulty lies in arranging a date soon enough that any potential relationship doesn't end the second it begins because one or both of them have to leave the area to go back home - it slightly reminds me of (dare I say it?) Romeo and Juliet in that sense; the time-frame for the early stages of this relationship has to be condensed slightly, otherwise they'll be having their second date the day before Brandy flies back home.  Long-distance relationships can work out, of course, but they aren't ideal - especially when they are only just starting out.

The other reason I'm eager to sort out this double date is the whole Tyler/Mystery Kiss situation.  As Kat pointed out, it might be a good idea to wait a while before breaching the subject, but it's wearing me down.  It's like this whole situation is corrosive, and I'm paper thin - I'm not going to last much longer.  Actually, I find it quite surprising that I've managed to keep my mouth shut to everyone other than Kat for two whole days so far.  Still, it's not just unfair on me to continue keeping this quiet - Tyler surely isn't going to benefit from going too long without hearing about any of this.  The possibility of there being something more going on with him does make me stop and consider what I'm doing, but I need to end this all before it turns into something more.  It may appear somewhat irrelevant to the double date, but that's just it:  It needs to be a double date.  Both Brandy and Calum are getting kind of jittery - I could tell from Calum's short messages on Skype and Facebook last night, and Brandy's not that difficult to read.  I don't think going solo would do many favours for either one of them in this particular instance (although I could be wrong).  Of course, I could try to set Ashton and Kat up and send them off on the date instead of Tyler and I, but first dates can be uncomfortable - especially if you've only known each other for little over one week.  Surely setting up two new pairs and sending them on a double-first-date would just equate to double the opportunities for awkward silences, vacant stares and empty conversations?

Or maybe I'm just over-complicating things.  God knows it wouldn't be the first time.

I just wish this could all be over already, I think as I stagger down the stairs, my school bag slung over one shoulder.  Grabbing my lunch from the fridge and stuffing it into my bag, I hastily snatch a banana from the fruit bowl and rush towards the front door.  As I hurry towards Car Corner to meet Kat - I'm running late this morning - I pull my iPhone from my blazer, surprised to find notifications for seven text messages already littering my screen: one from Kat, three from Calum last night, two from Ashton (one sent last night, one sent this morning) and one from Anna last night, asking about Maths homework.  I answer the messages from Kat and Anna as soon as the lock screen disappears, but stay staring at the messages from Calum and Ashton for a while longer, debating whether or not to read them.  Either one of them could have been the person that kissed me on Saturday.  Either one of them could be the reason behind my ambivalence, and the possibility of Tyler breaking up with me and maybe never even forgiving me.  Sighing, I tuck the phone back into my pocket, deciding that it would probably better to wish that none of this had ever happened in the first place.  That it ended before it could start.