“Can I borrow this band shirt?” Emily asked.
“Huh?”
“Dani. This band shirt. Can I borrow it?” Emily asked again, sticking her hand out of my closet. I glanced at the Panic! At The Disco shirt she was holding and rubbed my head.
“Oh, uh, yeah sure.” I answered. Emily backed out of the closet with my band shirt.
“What the matter? You seem out of it.” She said, waking over to where I was sitting on my bed.
“Sorry. I just…. I have a headache.” I said. Emily nodded and patted my shoulder.
“You know what would make you feel better? Texting that cute guy from the mall.” Emily smiled and grabbed my phone.
“Ugh. I hate being the one to start the conversation when if comes to guys.” I groaned, laying back on my bed.
“Oh come on.” Emily whined.
“Fine. But you’re buying me coffee tomorrow.” I said. Emily nodded while I snatched my phone away from her hands and unlocked it. I was just about to send Ross a text when my phone beeped.
“Hey Dani, it’s Ross:)” It said.
“Who was that?” Emily asked, peeking over my shoulder. I pushed her nosy face away and replied.
“Hey Ross. How’s it going?” I texted back. A few short moments later, my phone beeped again.
“It’s going. Hey, listen, I was wondering if you wanted to meet up again tomorrow?” He said.
“What’s going on? What’s he saying? Tell me!” Emily whined. I rolled my eyes.
“He wants to meet up with me tomorrow. What should I say?” I asked. Emily through a pillow at my face.
“You should say yes! Duh. I can’t believe you would even ask that, Dani. When a cute boy asks you if you want to meet up, you don’t question it. You say yes, god dammit.”
“Ok, jeez.” I said.
“Yeah, of course!” I typed in, but then erased because I sounded too desperate.
“Yeah, sounds fun.”
“I’ll text you tomorrow.” Ross replied.
“Alright, bye.” I sent.
“So? Do you have a date tomorrow with hot guy?” Emily asked. I picked up the pillow she threw at me and threw it back.
“It’s not a date, it’s a meet up and yes! Yes I do!” I exclaimed.
“Ahhhhh!” She screamed. I screamed with her because it was unreal to me.
“Shut up!” I heard Patricia shout from outside my door.
“Kiss my ass.” I shouted back and then continued to scream with Emily, because hey, I had a date tomorrow.
