"Okay, let's do this. But if Ethan finds out then he'll kill you."
"That's a risk I'm willing to take," Aaron accepts as he uncontrollably smiles and then brings me in for a kiss.
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For as long as Mackenzie Thompson can remember, her older broth...
Everyone has some type of bucket list. Whether it's embroidered in the back of your brain, or written on a piece of paper, it's still there. My very own bucket list ranges from normal and basic, to crazy and obsessive. There are ones that I actually expect to eventually cross off , such as:
☐ Have the perfect kiss ☐ Go to New York City for the night ☐ Convince my mom to let us get a dog
But then there are ones that a girl like me could only dream of crossing off, which include:
☐ Meet Harry Styles ☐ Get into Yale ☐ Go on a date with Aaron Everett
Although, at this very moment, I can finally cross the last one off.
Sort of.
"Stop overthinking! He totally asked you out on a date, now shut up and hop in the shower," Grace reasons with me.
"He never said date though!" I exclaim, walking into my bathroom.
"It was implied," is all she says. I roll my eyes but shut the door and start getting undressed.
After a relaxing, hot shower, I decide to stop overthinking it and to just go with it. I towel dry my hair and step out of the bathroom, the cold air causing me to shiver. Jo is sprawled out on my bed, bouncing a tennis ball against my wall. I shoot her a glare as she almost hits one of my picture frames.
"Hey, I'm just here for moral support!" she replies, tossing the ball at me. I catch it with one arm, the other keeping my towel wrapped around my body. I throw it back as Grace chooses an outfit for me.
"So," Grace starts. "How does Ethan feel about this?"
"Crap. I now have to figure out a way to keep Ethan from finding out," I say as worry starts to creep in again.
"You didn't tell him?" Jo groans, rubbing her temples.
"She literally wasn't even sure if it was a date," Grace replies with a laugh.
I cross my arms and grab the outfit Grace picked out for me, a white floral top with a pair of blue jean shorts and two silver necklaces.
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When I'm dressed, she grabs a curling iron and starts to work her magic on my flat hair. Once my sun-kissed blonde hair is in gorgeous ringlets, I let it hang over my shoulders like a waterfall. Grace moves on to my makeup, which is a dab of lipgloss, a swipe of mascara, and a pat of blush.
