I woke up late at 11:36, I looked under the sheets and found something poking my foot. It was a book and it was my algebra homework I completed. I went downstairs and found a note on the fridge. 'Went grocery shopping in the city, be back this evening at around eight.' I had the whole day to myself.
I ate Eggos and watched tv and got bored so I got my running shoes on and looked at my newly cut short hair. I pulled it up, leaving half of it down because it was too short for the ponytail. I went for a run, and saw Timothee get into his car. I stared at him for a while. He saw me all sweaty and running again, and waved. I stopped and took deep breaths. "H-hi!" I said loudly. He laughed and waved for me to come to his car. I ran over. "What are you doing?" He said. "Running." "Uh where?" "Just for fun." "You run? For fun." He said laughing. "I ate a lot of waffles." "You're so sweaty. You need to shower." "Did you think I didn't know that?" I said leaning on his car. "You're a cutie." He said. You replayed it in your head a few times. "Not right now." I laughed. He nodded. "Uh instead of just meeting in real life, I need your number so this doesn't happen ever again." I laughed. "Yeah, it's (insert a bunch of numbers)"
"Okay, I'm gonna shower and we can hang out whenever." "Yeah. Maybe after you sho-" He said and you ran off before he answered.
I ran my hands through my hair and I looked at my arms. I had more freckles on them since I ran. I got out and immediately felt that the room was colder. I saw that I turned on the fan, and it was blowing my way. I went over making the tile wet to turn the fan off. I got dressed and made my hair look tousled in its natural waves. It was only two in the afternoon, so I texted Tim.
You: Sorry I was in a hurry. Wanna go out somewhere or just hang out at home?
Timothee: I kinda wanna go out
You: okay, when and where?
Timothee: Is the Steak place decent? At five.
You: Yeah see you then
Timothee: HYPE
I didn't want to dress nice but I was wearing jeans and a casual school volleyball shirt that I'm kinda proud of. Four thirty rolled around and I had zero makeup on. I wasn't ever wearing makeup ever again. I started to get ready to drive I connected my Bluetooth or my phone and listened my music until it was four fifty. I drove to Timothee's place and he was sitting on his porch. I walked out and met his parents. We got into the car and he heard my music.
"Logan's Roadhouse?" I asked. "Sure, they have peanuts for free so.." he said. The Chain by Fleetwood Mac started playing and he tapped his hand on his leg. "Classic song." He said looking over. "Yeah, I'm surprised at how many people hate Fleetwood Mac." "They're not people that's the problem." He laughed. He saw it and did a scream. "Someone likes meat. Oh that sounds so bad." I said. "Oh my god." He laughed. We parked and went inside. We were in the corner in a booth. It was quiet for a while and it was really awkward. "So, where were going earlier?" He asked. "Nowhere, I just needed to move. I'm one of those people where watching a lot of tv, really makes me wanna run." "I used to run, but I have really weird knees."
"Ah." I said. I looked at him and he was really suave looking. Like he can just roll out of bed and look like this all the time.
After dinner we went to his house and watched movies. I picked Gremlins, and he was freaked out by it. I felt really tired and I guess he did too, I leaned my head on his shoulder. He put his arm around me. I felt really at peace.
I fell asleep and his parents put blankets on us. They were soft and cold so they felt really nice. At about four in the morning he whispered "y/n" I heard him and my eyes opened really fast. He leaned over and kissed me on the forehead. I smiled and layed down to go back to sleep.
