Ethan and Erin

Date

Date

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After me and Ethan talked at the coffee shop we've been texting nonstop. And he finally had the courage to ask me out on a date tonight. I just have one problem. I have nothing to wear.

I lay in my bed looking up at our ceiling and question what I'm going to do for tonight. "Are you okay?" My roommate Ashley asked. I bounce up off my bed and hit the floor face first. "Nope."

I look up from the floor and see that Ashley is holding back her laughter and is looking really creepy. "You can laugh as long as you don't ever make that face again." I say chuckling to myself. Ashley laughed for about ten minutes then came to me asking the same question that she asked when she first got here.

"I'm fine, just worried about what to wear on my date tonight." I say with a worried expression. "Well I can go shopping with you to find a dress. Oooh a cant wait. I'll be doing your hair and makeup too!" She says clapping her hands together. I pick myself off the ground and raise my eyebrow at her. "What?" She says curiously. "Nothing." I say smirking.

"Well come on get ready so we can go."

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I sit at a bench in front of my college waiting for Ethan to pick me up. I straightened out my red maxi dress and play with my loose curls that Ashley made. I mentally thank Ashley for doing all this for me in my head for the hundredth time today.

I have probably been waiting here for thirty minutes and I'm about to give up. I frown when no car is driving here at all. I decided to scroll through my instagram feed while I'm waiting.

Ugh!  I should just give up. He's not coming, and if he did he would've been here by now. Maybe he is standing me up. Oh no! Wait why would he do that? He's so sweet and kind.

He's so standing me up.
No he's not.
Yes he is.
No he's not!
Yes he is!
Wait what am I doing?! I'm so bored out of my mind that I'm arguing to myself.

Just as I was about to get up a black car stops in front of me. Ethan gets out of the car and rushes towards me with a sad frown. "I'm so sorry that I'm late." He tries to take my hand in his, but I pull away. "I'm so sorry. Can I make it up to you?" He asks with a look that I can't decipher. "Fine, but it better be good." I say.