hey guys so im actually considering making this a book?
be honest, would u actually read it?
Ik this is annoying but I really rely off of reads/comments for inspiration. if I know people are enjoying it based off of feedback, I’ll continue.
if u want this to be a book, dm/comment some plots I could use. should it be a classic lovestory or should it have some twists?
obviously I need to write out an exact plot for this so I’m well prepared for writing so she won’t come out until like, the end of August if I’m quick.
COMMENTTTTTTT PLZZZZ.
i love them. :)
QOTD- tv show that you’ve watched over twice all the way through?
AOTD- The Office, the fosters, drag race.
***
“Are you nervous? You seem nervous.” Kirstie asked with a hint of sarcasm and a cocked eyebrow.
Mitch sighed, fixing his hair in the mirror, seeming to not get a piece to stay in the same place.
“Of course i am! I have no idea how I was so confident when I ran into him, I channeled my inner Kirstie. What if I’m nervous and he doesn’t like it?”
Kirstie scoffed, rolling her eyes at him. “No way! If he only likes you for your confidence, then leave the date and don’t call him. But he doesn’t seem like that! He seems so sweet and cute!”
Mitch sighed harshly before groaning and giving up on trying to get his hair perfect.
“You’re right. You’re right? Yeah, you’re right.”
“Yep, I’m right!” Kirstie exclaimed. Mitch turned away from the mirror and faced her.
“You got this. Just be yourself. If you’re feeling confident, great. If you’re nervous, even better. That means there’s something about him! And if it goes badly, text me a breakfast food and I’ll call you and say your cat died so you’ll be able to leave.”
Mitch giggled before leaning forward and kissing her forehead.
“Thank you. Okay, I’m going to head out.”
Kirstie gave him a thumbs up and a smile. He took a deep breath before opening the door.
***
He fidgeted with his hands, looking down at his lap as his mind raced.
“Don’t overthink, don’t overthink.” He whispered to himself.
Although soon his train of thought was cut short.
“Hey, you!” He heard. He looked up and saw Scott.
God, he looked great.
Too great.
Perfectly great.
And Mitch couldn’t even get his hair right.
“Hey,” mitch said as he released a deep breath. He didn’t know if he should shake his hand or hug.
Maybe both? The handshake and then hug thing?
Oh god, think quickly. He’s coming.
Mitch, out of pure instinct, reached his hand out.
Although he didn’t notice that Scott had his arms out for a hug.
Mitch sighed, letting his hand fall down.
“Sorry... im incredibly nervous. I haven’t been on a date in months. Wow, that was embarrassing. I’m better at this when I’m either drunk or hungover.”
Mitch laughed awkwardly.
Although, Scott found it sweet.
“Well, it’s only been a minute and I think you’re doing great.”
