Short Stories

Aesthetic Date with Friends

My name is Maya Heartgold, as simple as that. I know, my last name is cheesy, and I get teased enough about it. I have long brown curly hair. Not to mention I'm one of those lucky ones to have blue eyes. I even have tan skin because my father is Hispanic while my mother is pure White. I have a white t-shirt tucked into my black jeans with small rips here and there on them. I have on a black long cardigan on though to top my outfit off. The occasion for why I was dressed so well, is because I was going out to eat with some friends. By friends, I mean my two friends, Rebecca Thompson and Rylie Jackson.  They both are more aesthetic than I am, and they inspire me to try as hard as them. I love their clothes. I'm such a nerd, okay, calm down. Okay, I will be picked up within the next ten minutes. I at least should be, I don't know why but anxiety is flowing through me. I never go out with people, not even friends. Which is very sad for what you can say, 

That's when I noticed I got too caught up in my thoughts, and they were here. I grabbed my black tiny purse that I can just put over my head to rest on my other shoulder, which comes in handy. I heard the door knock again, even though before my purse dialogue that I didn't mention it. 

The front door which is honestly a gross brown color, is swung open. I am greeted by Rylie, who is smiling sweetly. He had his short brown hair slicked back and he wore a nice big-ish black hoodie with dark blue skinny jeans which went along well with his black converse and thin figure. Not to mention he has pretty brown eyes that compliment his tan skin well. As my best friend, I have every right to say he looks amazing tonight. "You look wonderful, you've learned well." He said elbowing my arm. I let out a sarcastic chuckle and returned the compliment. 

"Are you kidding me? You look so pretty!" I teased while wrapping an arm around his shoulders. I am glad I wore some black boot heals, that way I'm actually tall enough to do these types of things. We both walk towards to the car that Rebecca drives, which is really just her moms car. It's better than my car though. Oh wait, I don't have a car.

"Hey Maya!" I heard Rebecca yell at me form her seat in the car. I couldn't control the smile on my face that was forming, going from ear to ear. "Come, quickly sit in shot gun before I have to sit next to HIM again." She jokes while glaring at Rylie, whom was still wrapped in one of my arms. 

"Sweet, by R." I say as I quickly and gently toss him to the side, closer to the back of the car so I have a better chance of sitting next to my girl-friend. I swing open the door to the shiny black car and I sit down, buckling the seat belt over me. Safety first!

"Not fair."Rylie said while sitting in the back seat on the right, behind my seat. After a few seconds, I don't hear his seat belt buckle.

"It is very fair, now put on your safety belt, son." I joke as I turn my head around to look at him. I can see his smile plastered on his face while having his usual annoyed expression. 

Talking about and to Rylie is already too much, it's time to give some love and focus to Rebecca, who I sometimes call her Beck for short. I look over at her as the car starts driving forwards again, that way I can give you a more detailed version of how she looks. Beck has pretty blonde hair that she always is tied up into a ponytail. She always has a perfect strand of bangs that always goes well with her outfits. Tonight she is wearing a pretty pink dress with a clean white fabric belt. She is wearing her boyfriend's black Letterman, which is his favorite jacket. I glance down at her feet that are currently so focused on the pedals of the car. She is wearing some clean black wedges that show her top of her foot and has a thing black strap on her ankle to hold it all together on her foot. "Looking nice tonight Beck." I compliment while smiling at her. I notice her eyes shift to me for a moment, then back at the road. 

"How sweet of you to say, thanks. You don't look so bad yourself." She smirks while holding back what seems to be a laugh. 

After being in the car for about ten minutes, we finally saw the restaurant come into our view. "There it is!" Rylie shouts as he points over my left shoulder.