Weekends

21- Excitement and Endearment- B

Dall 🎨: Hey Small Boy, do hang want to hang out at the library tonight around like 6? I could use your help on the chemistry homework

Bren 🌻: Sure which library

Dall 🎨: Is Springville okay? I'm pretty sure it's like a 30 minute walk from your house

Dall 🎨: Also, I can't pick you up because my mom is dropping me off because she has to take my car to get my oil changed. It's okay if you don't want to go

Bren 🌻: That's okay. I'll see you in like two hours

Dall 🎨: Awesome! See ya then, precious

Bren 🌻: See ya then, Dally Boy

Dall 🎨: Why do you call me that

Bren 🌻: Because it bothers you

Dall 🎨: You're lucky I like you

Bren 🌻: Yes I am

Dall 🎨: Go get ready, B

Bren 🌻: I have two hours

Dall 🎨: Yeah. You also take forever to get ready

Bren 🌻: Thanks

Dall 🎨: No problem, hun. I'll see ya

Bren 🌻: See ya

I jumped up over the back of the couch as soon as Dallon and my conversation was over because yes, Dallon was very right. I take forever to get ready. I rushed to my closet and looked at myself in the mirror on my door. I sighed aloud. "Okay, Brendon, it's just the library. Dallon will be there if anyone wants to um if anything like happens to you. Oh my god, Dallon's going to be there. What in the heck do I wear," I said to myself. Steve and his friends liked to hangout outside the library, so I nervous for two reasons: 1) Steve might be there, and 2) Dallon was going to be there and I wanted to look nice for him.

I'd never been so nervous and excited to see someone. Something about him asking me to the library as an impromptu get together made me feel really special. He didn't expect me to go; he asked. I felt a smile spread across my face as I thought about that. He really cared.

I grabbed my favorite pair of nice black slacks and a pink Killers shirt because I know Dallon likes them too. I held the clothes up in the mirror and decided that this would do. It didn't take long for me to shower, get dressed, and pack my bag, but it was taking forever for me to do my hair. I couldn't seem to blow dry it right, and I only had five minutes until I had to leave in order to get to the library on time. I wanted to look perfect.

With a heavy heart, I dried my hair down and let it rest on my forehead. I checked myself in the mirror once more and realized that the collar of my shirt was a bit stretched out, so I ran to the closet and picked out a green and white tie dye and was about to walk out the door, but I caught a glimpse of a stain on the shirt and ran back to my closet.

I pulled a light blue tank top over my head, check for stains and wrinkles, and decided that this was good enough. "You look fine. Dallon's not the type of person to care if your hair looks bad. This shirt is good. Shoot, your hair looks bad. Dallon won't care. He won't. Come on, Brendon," I tried to convince myself that Dallon wouldn't care if I looked a mess. Soon, my glasses were on, and I was out the door with my leather jacket hiding me from the breeze.

The walk was nice. The feeling in my chest was nice. I was walking as quickly as I could without it counting as running. I couldn't wait to see Dallon and feel like myself for the first time since he'd dropped me off at home after school. I was excited to hug him and see how he'd styled his hair.

Stepping up to the library door, I felt my heart pounding. Dallon was behind those doors. I checked my appearance in the reflection of the glass. The wind had blown my hair so it was sticking up instead of resting on my forehead like it had been when I'd left the house. I groaned in frustration and pushed my hair down to my forehead. It still looked too wispy, but I figured that I had been staring at the doors too long. I glanced at myself once more. I smiled at myself in the reflection to see what I'd look like with a smile on my face because I knew that I'd be smiling when I was with Dallon. He never failed to make me happy. My hair looked awful and I was sure he'd notice, but there wasn't much of anything that I could do to fix it before walking into the library.

I walked through the glass doors and waved at the receptionist quickly as she greeted me. Then, I saw him, the reason why I'd walked a half hour and stressed about my hair. Dallon was sitting at a table in the center of the nonfiction section. He didn't see me stopped in my tracks by the entrance to the section as I stared at him. My mouth watered, and my cheeks grew hot.

His leg was bouncing. It didn't do that normally. He kept checking his phone. He didn't do that either. I don't think I'd ever seen him check his phone unless a notification went off and even then, that sometimes didn't get him to look. He'd set a personalized ringtone for when I'd call or text him so he'd know when to answer. I loved that he did that. It made me feel important.

I found myself almost laughing at his anxious expression. He was having a rough time looking at the textbook longer than 5 seconds. He was nervous, but I was too. I felt butterflies in my stomach every time I saw him.

I walked toward the table after catching my breath but lost it as soon as Dallon looked up at me.