Him & I (On Hold)

3.

I hurried all the way home. 3:54. Just perfect, I thought.

No one was home so I was glad I'd have some alone time to prepare for "The Date".

I climbed up the stairs and went to my room.
I impatiently slammed the door behind me and started thinking of what I would wear.

I had never in my life gone through so much trouble for boy related things, not since Tyler, but I guess there's a first time for everything ,and this was the first of the series of 'Firsts' that I would have because of Dylan.

I was just trying to decide between a crop top and a sweatshirt when I was interrupted by a knock on the door.

I ignored and heard a knock again.

"Come in already!", I heard myself yell. Where's that from? , I asked myself, I never knew myself to be that irritable

The door opened a crack and I saw Ohpal's face through it. She'd apparently returned him and I was too occupied to notice. Bewilderment was drawn all over her face.

"Krys? Can you spare a moment?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

"I'm busy!" I blurted.

"Please just a minute?", she pleaded. The look on her face showed that she was close to tears. I'm sure she was surprised. I never spoke to her this way before.

"When mom gets back, you can tell her whatever you want. I truly am busy ," I told her.

She surrendered and left me without a further word.

I finally decided on my grey sweat shirt,after all I wasn't trying to impress him or anything. Or was I...

I wore fitting jeans and my All Stars and I was good to go. Or maybe a little makeup... I thought. I decided to do a little touch up on my face which ended up redefining my looks.

I was a bit scared that he wouldn't recognize me but I let go of fear. What exactly was I scared of?
I'll just go, honor his request, grab a snack and be on my way, I told myself.
But why was I acting and feeling weird?

I ignored the feelings clouding my head. It will be fine, I reassured myself. But would I be fine?

I grabbed my purse and phone and headed down the stairs. I got a sticky note out of my purse saying, Heading out, be back later, and stuck it on the dining table. I looked at the mirror one last time and set out.

***

I got to B's & T's about 5 minutes later, and saw him even before I stepped in. Oh wow...

He was sitting at a booth alone and scrolling through his phone passively, probably reading messages .

I realized that I had never actually noticed what he looked like. I was always too busy staring.

He had dark brown hair that looked soft to the touch even though it was tousled, probably because he always ran his fingers through it.

And his brown eyes were currently fixed on the screen of his phone so intensely. Those eyes...

He saw me arrive and stood up to welcome me.
The ridges of his lean, well sculpted body was so obvious through his black T-shirt.

"Hi there. I thought you would never come ," he said with a bit of cheer.

"Hello. I'm sorry I'm late. I had so much to do," I started to explain.