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𝓐𝓷𝔁𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼
(𝓪𝓭𝓳.) - 𝓔𝔁𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓻𝔂, 𝓾𝓷𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮, 𝓸𝓻 𝓷𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼, 𝓽𝔂𝓹𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓪𝓷 𝓲𝓶𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓸𝓻 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪𝓷 𝓾𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮.

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You're going out on a date with someone. Oh no, not just any someone. It's the person you've admired for a very long time now.

So, that's why you're in this situation.

Curled up into a ball, laying down on your bed.

Having a mental breakdown.

I mean, I can't blame you. The love of your life finally asked you out and you're trying to find an outfit that suits you to impress them.

And unfortunately, you couldn't find anything.

Your breathing suddenly became sharp and your vision went haywire.

You couldn't think straight, the pressure on finding the best outfit for your date became extremely heavy.

And the fact that the time is getting near for your date to pick you up is not helping.

"What if they don't like my outfit? W-would they leave and never talk or look at me again? Ahhhh! this is such a pain! I don't like this!" You exclaimed as you tugged on your hair while quietly repeating 'what do I do'.

You have no choice but to pick yourself up and try your best to find a decent outfit.

It's not the best, but it's quite decent I guess, so that's a point.

"Hopefully, my date doesn't mind going out with a trash." You said as you slowly got up from your curled up position.

You tiredly walked to your closet and pick the outfit you're think that is most decent.

After wearing your outfit and putting your footwear on. You walked in front of the mirror to take a look of yourself. 

"Ah, I look horrible." You quietly mumbled while helplessly looking at your reflection.

Your heart nearly popped out of your chest when you hear the door bell ring.

"Ah! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckー"

"Helloo! Are you home?" A sweet melodic voice asked outside your door.

"Y-yes! Please wait for a bit." You answered.

"Oh, alright then. Take your time!" They replied as you, once again, looked into the mirror.

"Ok, ok, ok, I got this." Assuring yourself as if it will bring your confidence up.

You then walked in front of your door holding the knob, yet hesitating to turn it.

"What the fuck? I  thought I got this? I'm such a wimp." You insulted yourself, again.

You finally opened the door, presenting you the perfect embodiment of beauty.

I DON'T GOT THISー

"You ready?" They asked you with a beam of genuine smile laying upon their flawless face, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"Oh, u-uh yeah! Let's go." You blurted out loud, causing them to look shocked then suddenly turns into a grin.

"Alright then! Let's go! "

'Are they looking at me? I feel like they are? What are they thinking? Do they think I look unsightly? This is going to be my first and last date with them. People are starting at me. I know that I look dumb you don't have to rub it in my face. I wanna go home.' letting your head run wild again as you averted your gaze to your date.

Unknown to you, not really, but your date is looking at you. 

Not in the way you're thinking, but rather in a fondly way.

In short.

They think you're adorable, looking anxious at your date when there's nothing to be anxious at. They chuckled at the sight.

That seemed to caught your attention, so you turn your head to them, only to meet their gaze.

"Hey." They started.

"Uh, h-hi?" You questioningly answered back.

'they're going to end the date aren't they? What was I even thinking? I knew that I didn't deserve themー'

 Your thoughts were interrupted when two soft hands squished your face.

You heard an adoring laughter, made by the angel themselves.

"Am I dead? Is this an angel? Holy shit, I'm in heaven." You thought, or so you thought haha get it?

The laughter seemed to get louder, that's when you realized that you said it out loud.

Yeah, you said it out loud. What a dumbass.

"Man! You're really adorable." They said as they took  their warm hands off your face and pulled you into an embrace.

You couldn't help but voice your early thoughts.

"But I look like trash." You said, when they heard that, they pulled out of the embrace and hold both of your shoulders.

"Trash? I don't think so! You look amazing! You look extravagant! You look breathtaking! You look-" they paused locking eyes with you. "Perfect." 

Feeling overwhelmed by the sudden compliments you never thought you'd get. You burst into tears.

"Shit! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make you cry! I just want to make you feel better!" They said, panicking, thinking that they messed up the chance to ease your anxious state.

"No. It's just that. I don't think I deserve your compliments. W-while walking around, I noticed that people were staring at me. I bet th-that they we're thinking why I'm going out on a d-date with someone as beautiful as you." 

"Don't think like that! You look fine! In fact! You look perfect! They we're looking at you because you look outstanding!"

"I'm not even wearing a great outfit."

"Yet, you still pulled off your current outfit amazingly."

It became silent, just the two of you looking at each other.

You spoke up "I'm sorry I ruined the date with my thoughts."

"You don't have to say sorry, you didn't do anything wrong." They said softly pulling you again to a warm and loving embrace.

"You look just fine, alright? Any outfit you wear looks great on you." They compliment you while softly squeezing you.

"In fact, you'd look amazing without any outfit." 

Cue your fuse blowing.

"Hahaha! It's not a lie tho! I'm not taking it back." They said as they snuggled their face to your neck.

"Don't be anxious on our next date ok? I like you just the way you are. Just wear something comfortable, don't push yourself to wear an outfit you're not comfortable with just because it looks great." They whispered in your ear as they pushed back the hair that is covering your forehead, kissing it.

You smiled, thinking how lucky you are to have someone to pull you up on your feet when you stumbled down into your demise.

"Alright."

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𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝔂 𝓪𝓼 𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼.

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