Innocence Lost

Butterflies

I have been waiting for this day for a week now! James and I are finally going on a date. I have no idea what he has planned, which makes me so nervous! We both have liked each other for a while, but now we get to dig deeper, learn about what we like, dislike, and all of that stuff.

It's four in the afternoon, so I decided that I should get ready. I wasn't sure what to wear because I didn't know what we were going to do, so I sent him a text:

Hey! I don't want to ruin the surprise, but I am not sure what to wear! Help me out and give me and idea!

I texted, and moments later I hear *Ding!*

I open his text to read 

I'm a romantic, dress in whatever makes you feel like a queen.

I'm not quite sure what that means, but I decided I would wear my favorite outfit. I went to my closet and picked out my favorite outfit. I had only worn it once on my past birthday. 

I put on some music to listen to while I got ready. I had shaved the night before, so I didn't have to worry about that. I decided to put on some make up. I didn't wear much make up because I didn't want to learn how to do it, but I did do a little.

I went and sat at my vanity while Spotify played a shuffle of R&B throwback songs. I started to put on mascara when my best friend burst into my room. This startled me, making me mess up my mascara. 

"Rachel! What the heck!" I yelled at her.

"What Pipes? It's your first date with your future baby daddy, I need to make sure you look stellar."

"Thanks a lot for the confidence in me." I said sarcastically rolling my eyes, turning back to the mirror trying to fix my mascara.

"Oh my goodness, you know that's not what I meant. It's just that you don't always hmmm, how do I say it? You don't always take advantage of what you have."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, for example, what are you going to wear tonight?" She asked.

I pointed to my bed where my outfit was laying out.

I watched her walk over and shake her head.

"Seriously? Are you trying to be single or something?" she asked.

"Hey! I love that outfit, my grandma gave it to me!" I yelled trying to defend my clothes.

"Exactly!" she laughed at me. 

"Well, what do you suggest I wear then hoe?" I laughed.

"Hmmmm, let me see." she replied, going to my closet. 

As I was finishing getting my mascara fixed, she seemed to find an outfit.

"Here, this is perfect." she said.

"I don't think I am comfortable wearing that!" I exclaimed.

"Why not? Because it will show your sexy curves and is the cutest outfit you will ever wear?" she teased.

"Fine, let me try it on." I sighed.

As I got undressed, I was thinking about what she said. Are my curves actually sexy? Also, how did she even put this outfit together? 

Once I put on the clothes I looked in the mirror and couldn't help but smile.

"Seeeeeee, this pencil skirt is for more than just school speeches." she pointed at my maroon skirt.

"And this tank top is more than just an undershirt." she pointed again at my skin tight cropped tank top.

"I guess you're right. I feel hot in this." I agreed.

"Here, don't forget the heels and hoop earrings." she said.

"Thanks dude, hey, do you maybe want to do my make up too?" I asked helplessly.

"Of course I do! You'll be lookin' like a snack." she winked at me.

"Shut up!" I laughed. 

As she was applying contour, highlight, mascara, and doing my eyebrows, I began to feel like a queen. She applied a little more make up and looked me up and down.

"Almost complete!" she looked at me happily. 

"I will do my own hair, but how do you think I should do it?" I asked her.

"Part it down the middle and give it some nice beach wave curls." she replied immediately.

"OK," I said plugging in my curling iron.

"Actually, I'll do your hair. You need to clean up your nails!" she said.

As the curling iron was heating up, I grabbed my clippers, nail file, and nail polish remover. about thirty minutes later, I was finished. My nails were looking good and my hair was perfect.

"Lets go outside and let me take pictures!" Rachel said.

"OK" I laughed again.

When we went outside, it was about thirty minutes before James was supposed to pick me up. The sun was resting behind some clouds, giving the perfect lighting. 

Rachel did a mini photo shoot of me which included some posed and candid photos. Five minutes early, James pulled up in his car. Rachel gave me a hug as he got out and whispered in my ear

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do... which is nothing... so have fun and don't be shy. Text me if ya need something." 

She pulled away as James was walking up to me. I smiled and said love you as James took my hand.

"Have fun you two! Love you hoe!" she yelled out.

"Love you too!" I yelled out and laughed.

James opened the door for me and got in on his side.

"Wow, you look absolutely stunning baby girl." he said when he got in.

"Awww thank you. You're looking mighty handsome yourself." I smiled.

"Well, shall we start our evening?" he asked me.

"You bet!" I replied as we drove away from my house.