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Blue
I need help. True medical help. How does one juggle all the stress that goes hand in hand with college and the stress of actually going on a date with the biggest baseball player in the MLB?
The answer is, you cannot handle it. At least, I cannot handle this. It's been about a week since the game happened, where we were treated like absolute celebrities, and Livvy and I still have moments where we question if we are truly alive. Turns out we are.
No, I haven't seen Styles since then. He has been traveling. He had two games in California, so the team has been away for a couple days. But, they arrive back in Houston tonight and a couple days ago Styles asked me out to dinner for after he gets off his flight. Somehow, Livvy convinced me to go.
Not that I don't want to go, I'm just a nervous wreck and have come to terms that this is probably gonna be the highlight of my entire life, so I might as well go. The only thing is that I already have grown a liking for him, so if he cuts things off after today, I will still probably get hurt and I just don't want to have to deal with that.
Despite my nerves wanting to dictate my actions, my gut is telling me this won't be so bad, so that was the only thing I was focusing on while I got ready. Luckily we aren't going anywhere fancy. I'm sure he isn't going to want to wait a long time for food after getting off his flight so I understand, and I think being in a relaxed setting will help me calm down a bit.
I feel like he was able to figure out it was anxiety that caused my mood to shift after the game last week, which I think might've also been another reason he chose a chill place for our date. Which is so adorable.
If my previous actions are brought up during dinner I think I have decided that I will explain to him my anxiety fully just so he understands. I can be so carefree and goofy after I get used to people, but my anxiety is just always prevalent in the beginning, although when I was with him it seemed to dial down a bit.
Having both boys around me was just a lot to handle, since it's just us two tonight I think I'll be fine.
"Blue, you should wear the black crop top and those high waisted jean shorts that you always wear. It's simple but makes your asš look great."
"Livvy! And I have that on! He is gonna be here in a minute. Gosh this is crazy."
"Yes, but it's great! Just know if you mess up and puke all over yourself and his shoes, you never have to see him again!"
"Don't even get that image in my head, Liv. Why are you out of breath?" I could hear her breathing through the speaker of my phone.
"You know the blue elevator at my complex that we always see the cute blonde boy in? Well it's broken, so now I have to walk all the way up the stairs, but there was this stray cat running up, I swear this cat wanted to race, so I ran up them. I won."
"You are the craziest person I know." My laugh resonates through the whole room, and was interrupted my a knock at my door. Oh my. He is outside my door.
"Okay he is here! I gotta go, love you."
"Love you too! It's gonna be great babe! Just remember that it is important that he pleases you too, don't be afraid to let him know what you like when y'all start getting frisky, I wouldn't wan-"
"OK! Bye!" I cut her off, and she giggles before she hangs up.
I grab my purse and head to the door, swinging it open to be faced with the most handsome man in Houston.
He's dressed in a thin burnt orange sweater and dark blue jeans tightened with a black belt. His hair was curly and a little bit longer than the last time I saw him. Somehow with his tired eyes, he was still more handsome than any man I have ever laid eyes on.
