Trapped in Ophelia's Body

Not today

Song: One day you will by Lady Antebellum

I hear a light knock at my door and my mom walks in. "So how did it go?" she beams.

"It was just a milkshake...nothing more." I avoid looking up at her.

"So who is he?" She continues to barge on in to my space but not all the way into my personal bubble.

"No one...just...just a boy." I dig my face deeper in the book that I am reading.

"A boy, our Ophelia with a boy," my dad chimes in and I know he has been listening. Just great, how much worse can this really get.

"Oh...my...god...it's no big deal." I say a little louder than I should have.

"Well, if you want to go out again with this boy, who is not a big deal we expect you to introduce us."

"Seriously?" I say more annoyed than anything.

My dad now stands in the doorway to my room. "Ophelia we don't want you hanging out with some boy we don't even know. So yes, have him come over to meet us."

I pull the covers over my head. "First of all we only had a milkshake...nothing more...it's not going anywhere...no need to talk about this." I feel my face heating up and I wish they would just leave me alone.

"So when are you seeing him again?" She continues to beam.

"Mom!!!"

"What? I'm just happy that's all. Its nice to know you are doing things."

"MOM!!!"

"Okay...okay...goodnight."

"Good night pumpkin," my dad says as he leans in and barely kisses me on the forehead.

"Good night," I tell them. When my door closes I wait a few minutes before screaming into my pillow.

Do you have any idea how hard it is to sleep with him on my mind? He says he only wants to be friends but he would like to be more than that. He wants to hang out with me. Why me, I have got to be the most boring person on this planet. And of course I don't get much sleep because now not only I have him on my mind, my parents are also in there nagging me about meeting him.

The next day, I put on three different shirts before picking out the very first one all over again. Why does it even matter what I choose to wear everyone is going to me staring and looking at me anyway regardless. I know someone had to see him get in my car yesterday.

I sit in front of the mirror and apply makeup then brush my hair out exactly twenty times on both sides, making sure I get every single strand.

"Ophelia...you're going to be late if you don't hurry up," my mom yells from downstairs.

"Okay!" I yell back.

When I come down she is still smiling. "So this boy...what is his name?"

I roll my eyes, goodness gracious she'snot going to let this go. "Kodiak...why?"

"Kodiak." Her eyes go wider and she raises her eyebrows up and down a few times. "What a very unusual name; what's he like?"

"Mom...he is a boy...just a boy...nothing more...mom please."

"Just a boy and you look like this today." She steps in close and plays with a strand of my hair.

I swat her away. Does she realize how long it took me to brush it out. She knows I don't like when she or anyone for that matter touches my hair. I start to panic. "Like what...do I look that bad...what...do I need to change?"