❁ When You Were My Firsts ❁

Anticipation

"What was I thinking!" I paced in my black and white aesthetic family room.

Pulling on the ends of my hair, I kept turning my head to see the clock at 5:56pm.

I had four minutes to panic before he arrived. It took three hours to pick an outfit. Two hours to clean my room, six hours questioning my life choices, and one hour to clean the rest of the house.

Even for just moving in for a couple months already my house was a pigsty if I had no cleaned it up.

"What are we gonna do?" I talked to myself.

I thought I'm a pretty boring person considering I only read all day. Asides from working at a dance studio.

I sat on my black leather couch jerking my leg up and down out of anxiousness.

Why did he have to put it that way?
"Are you asking me on a date?" Like seriously? I mean some part of me wanted it to but I thought, maybe that's too fast.

I heard a ring of the doorbell.

"Okay, everything going to be fine."