She was all I can think about. I wasn't one to believe in love at first sight, but it wasn't her appearance I was falling for. I was falling for her. Only her. It took me a second to realize I was obsessing over a girl I just met while cuddling a pillow. How manly of me. I pull out my phone, a piece of paper with purple ink scratched onto it on my chest. I threw the pillow on the ground anxiously if I should text first or if she's not interested. Being that outgoing little thing I call myself at the moment, I decide to text.
"Heyyyyy. :D"
I hear my phone ding a few minutes later and I sigh in relief.
"Hi. o3o"
"Lol. That's cute. Are you going to read TFIOS without me?"
"Haha. No, I'll wait."
Thank god, I thought.
"Awwee. Thanks!"
"Yupps."
"So, do you want to meet at Visas tomorrow around 1?"
"Are you asking me on a date?"
I didn't think of it that way. I thought maybe just a hangout, but if she wants--
"If I am, would you say yes?"
"Yes."
I grin happily.
"Then, yes."
"Haha, awesome. I have to go. Bye."
"Bye. :'C "
D-does this mean she wants to be my girlfriend? My hand trembles, causing me to drop the phone on my stomach. Not only do I suddenly feel nervous inside, but my outgoing traits seem to fade like smoke. I of course did not expect all of this to be rushed like it was, but I guessed that I could deal with it as long as she was ok. Soto mewed, jumping up on the bed and laying beside me. I pet behind her ear, but right now she was not on my mind, but Chloe sure damn was. I wondered what she was going to wear instead of myself, and for my selfish little mind, that was terrible. What disease had fallen onto me to make me attracted to any female that comes my way? Whatever sickness I was under, I knew it was uncurable.
I walked infront of my mirror, looking at my reflection to see myself wearing a button-up, collared shirt and thin pants. After rummaging through my closet, I figured that this was the outfit I would wear. It was comfortable than skinny jeans I attempted to try on earlier. It wasn't very fancy either when the shirt wasn't tucked in.
I woke up on my bed, slobber on my pillow and my arm hanging off the side of the mattress. Apparently I fell asleep without even realizing. I instantly checked my phone, which was on the nightstand beside me. No texts or missed calls. I checked the time: 9 AM. I was always early to wake up. I never stayed up that late, even when I did I usually still woke up before noon. It was strange, but I didn't bother questioning it. I opened up my contacts and sent a message to Chloe, who was now "Mrs.Olson" in my phone.
"Good morning.~ "
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Very short chapter, but I didn't have much to work with. -points to kittycat678-
Next chapter will be longer!
