The Bad Boy's Weakness

24- Date Night

"You can't blame gravity for falling in love." ~Albert Einstein

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I can't stop thinking about Emily. We spent a lot of time together and the air was always filled with joy, laughter, and mischief. Everything seemed perfect until Ethan and I made our relationship public. Since then, a hollow distance worked its way between us. A hollowness that can't be filled with the strange physic connectivity that we share. Emptiness now resonates within me. I realize that our friendship was slowly and steadily slipping away, but there wasn't anything that I could do to save it. It's like trying to hold water with your bare hands. It works at first, but then it quickly drips away leaving you with nothing.

My mind drifts to Ethan, now leaving me in a barrage of thoughts. It feels like a hammer is beating in my head, giving off a loud throbbing sound. It's weird how Ethan and I doesn't really socialize over the phone. I'd get random messages from him expressing how much he loves me or one hour phone calls, but that's pretty much it. We only see each other at school or when he visits.

Hell. Is that even normal?! The struggles of having your first relationship.

I'm brought out of my thoughts when I hear my phone ringing. I check the caller's ID and realize that it's Ethan. A smile plasters on my face.

"Hey." I answer, in a soft, but longing tone.

"What are you doing now?" He asks. His tone sounds as if he's hoping that I'm free.

"Nothing." I respond.

"Great." He squeals from the end of the line. "Get dress, preferably in something nice and formal."

"Okay?" I respond in more of a question than a statement.

"I'll pick you up in a hour." He says before ending the call.

Did Ethan just ask me out on a date?

I quickly stride over to my closet and scan through to find something nice to wear. I rummage through and turn everything upside down. My clothes are either too loose or too long. I let out a sigh and run my hand through my hair feeling hopeless. If I actually knew where we are going, maybe I actually could find something to wear.

"Liz?" Asks mom with a benevolent tone and a quizzical look on her face as she hovers at my room door.

I turn to face her. "I didn't hear you come in." I was totally distracted from ransacking my closet.

She folds her arms over her chest and takes small steps in. "Looking for something?" Ask mom, gesturing to my messy closet.

I let my arms fall helplessly, lower my head in downcast as I begin to pace the room. I glance occasionally at my closet and ponder for few seconds before speaking. "Ethan asked me out on a date. I don't have anything to wear."

Am I the only one who gets like this!? Yooo this thing is stressing me the hell out!

My mom's eyes bug out as if she just gets a bright idea. Her lips stretches in a small smile. "I have the perfect dress. Go and shower, I'll lay it on your bed." She says and exits the room.

I quickly take a shower remembering that I'm working with time. After taking my shower, I'm slipping on my underwear garments when I'm suddenly astonished by the sight of the beauty lying on my bed. My mouth drops in awe of the dress.

I quickly slip into it, eager to see if it will look just as good on me as it looks lying there. I look in the mirror, unable to recognize the person staring back at me. This is not my style. I look like Regina, but more modest.