"Dear Artina #28,
I think you're lovely, lucky, and lavishing- pursed smile and all. I'm too shy, too unfortunate to even give you a call. I hope one day I'll stand in front of you leaving you flustered against a brick wall."
He's hope...
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"She's taking you out for lunch?"
"Yes."
"Before homecoming?"
"Yes."
"...You? Israel— you?"
"Yes! Now can you stop?! You're stressing me out about it and I'm nervous enough." Israel popped the ice cubes out the tray.
Putting ice in his mason jar full of orange juice, he turned to face Clyde who was laughing. He simply rolled his eyes not caring if Clyde was going to die because of the toothpick he had in his mouth. His brother was weak over Israel being so nervous for basically his first date and couldn't help but mess with him.
Clyde took a small breather, "So what time is this so called date?"
"It's not a date. She has a boyfriend, so it's technically a... a get together." Israel shrugged, "Yeah that."
Israel didn't know where Artina was going to take him. He sat on the couch in the living room and his phone lit up next to him. Licking his lips, he held his cell in the palm of his sweaty right hand.
It was her.
His crush actually texting him about her showing up in twenty minutes to go out to eat.
Artina rolled her eyes as she listened to Brandon rant on about last night once again. She was fed up with always hanging out with him every weekend including weekdays. She needed space from him-- but tonight, they would be together.
That's when he's going to get her.
So she wants to enjoy her afternoon as much as she can with somebody new.
"I hope you can still fit that dress. Been eating a lot lately." Brandon snickered on FaceTime.
Artina frowned as she straightened her sew-in, "Excuse me?"
"You have been putting on a ton of weight, babe. In the right and wrong places if you catch my drift."
"Okay and the problem is?"
Brandon groaned, "Lose some damn weight, Tina. When your ass gets diabetes, don't come crying to me because I'll just say I told you so."
Artina ended the call and hoped that Israel replied back to her message. Seeing that it was stuck on delivered, she unhooked her flat iron and left it to cool down.
