Koleen:What did I wear to a situation like this?
Did I have to look cute? Simple? Not trying at all?
Do I even wear any makeup?
I don't consider this a date so...
No makeup. Shorts. T-shirt. Sneakers, and a windbreaker.
Perfect.
It's like I'm trying ,but not really.
Thankfully my mom hasn't come home yet, and my dad was napping so I had nothing to worry about when Bryce came.
They wouldn't ask me anything.
I waited for him in my living room, it was a few minutes after seven so I started thinking maybe he changed his mind about meeting me.
What if he thought I didn't matter anymore?
I thought as the doorbell rang.My heart started pounding.
Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.I opened the door and backed away quickly, not wanting to be close.
But when I saw him, my heart leaped in admiration.
He stood there, with an apologetic face, again, and roses.
Red red roses that would only be shown in Valentines Day.
I stood there astounded. Staring at them. Then I met his eyes. His freaking chocolaty brown eyes.
Is it normal for me to want to take him back that easily?
"They're beautiful." I whispered.
"They're for you." He says handing them to me.
Obviously.
I took them shakily, our hands brushing one another.
I looked up at him the same time he did too."Thank you." I say going into the kitchen to grab a vase. "I'll just go put these upstairs."
He nodded and sat down in my couch as he waited for me.
I placed them on the vase in my bathroom, starring at them. Then I stared at myself.
This is really happening.
Someone gave me roses.
Only my dad has given me roses.And I received them from someone Else.
Oh my gosh.
I couldn't believe it. I didn't expect something like this from him.
Hold it together Leen, they're just flowers.
Right.
I walked down slowly, careful not to wake Dad.
He got up as well and opened the door for me.
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