What They Did

Date Clothes or Casual Clothes?

The next day, Heather tried to remain calm until a half hour before Ryan was due to pick her up.
Heather stood in front of her floor-length mirror, holding clothes against her body before frowning and throwing them down.
Heather could hear her mother, Fiona, come upstairs since the stairs in the old Victorian house creaked. Fiona was the type of laid back mother who rarely got angry. She wasn't pleased at Heather's choice in music as she preferred rock but supported her daughter after growing to classical.
"You okay?" asked Fiona, opening Heather'd bedroom door and peeping her head in.
"No," moaned Heather, holding a blue dress up against herself.
"Bunny Rabbit...What's up?" asked Fiona, entering the room and leaning against a wall.
"He's the first guy that I've gone on a, maybe, date with and I dunno if I should wear date clothes or casual clothes,"
"Wanna have a look in my wardrobe?" asked Fiona, pulling a red mini-skirt out of Heather's wardrobe.
"Your wardrobe is terrifying..." sighed Heather, throwing the dress down and sitting on the floor, "I don't even wanna go," 
"It doesn't matter what you wear, if this Ryan dude doesn't see how amazing you are then he's a complete shit head,"
"I can't go naked...He'll probably be dressed in the smartest outfit ever and I'll be in a hot-dog suit," sighed Heather, watching Fiona pull clothes out of the wardrobe.
"Just wear something you feel good in," said Fiona, pulling out a black and burgundy striped t-shirt and a burgundy skirt.

Downstairs, Heather's father, Graham, waited in the hall for the doorbell to ring since Heather had assigned him to door duty. Graham had been quite like Ryan in high school, he had had his own band and knew what boys were like which worried him more than ever.
When the doorbell did finally ring, Heather still wasn't ready. Graham opened the door to see Ryan in a dark blue velvet suit and a satin tie. 
"You must be Ryan, I'm the old man, Graham," smiled Graham, opening the door wider for Ryan to step inside.
"Yeah, I know, you were in Puss-Cuts, right?" asked Ryan, smiling.
"You're the one," smirked Graham, closing the door after Ryan was standing in the hall.
"I have your CD's," said Ryan, watching Graham.
"They make great place-mats right," chuckled Graham, before peeking upstairs to an empty hall, "RYAN'S HERE,"
Ryan wandered down the hall a little and stopped beside the photos of baby Heather, "Is that Heather?"
"Yep, that was her in my band days, she was the original groupie," smiled Graham, listening to footsteps on the stairs.
"Oh God, is he telling you old war stories?" asked Heather, blushing.
"Hey," smiled Ryan, as Fiona came down and joined Graham's side.
"We should probably go," said Heather, as Ryan stepped towards her.
"You kids be careful out there, I hear it gets pretty reckless at these things," giggled Fiona, as Heather opened the door.
"Bye," chuckled Heather, stepping out into the cold air.
Ryan came out after her and smiled as he put his hand around her waist, "Your parents seem pretty cool,"
"So they tell me," smiled Heather, glancing down at Ryan's hand which was resting comfortably on her hip.
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At the symphony, Heather and Ryan sat in two seats which had a perfect view. The pianist had been playing for almost half an hour and had already covered the piece Heather had been working on faster than she ever would. Ryan seemed into it to begin with, but as the symphony proceeded, he became less and less interested, almost every time Heather looked at him, he was almost asleep. 
Until Für Elise began playing. It was the most known and basic piano piece, in Heather's opinion, but it forced Ryan to sit up straight and pay close attention.
Without noticing, Ryan gently took Heather's hand into his own and held it firmly. When the piece was over, Heather's eyes widened as Ryan let go of her hand. It was over, the symphony anyway.
In the busy foyer of the building, Ryan grabbed Heather's hand again and led her through the crowds of people into the colder, darker night. 
"Wasn't that something?" asked Ryan, letting go of Heather once they were outside.
"You looked a little bored there," smirked Heather, wandering down the pavement.
"No, that snoring was the lady in front of you, I loved every minute of it," chuckled Ryan, turning the corner which led to a small war memorial.
"Aha, shut up," giggled Heather,  as Ryan put his arm around Heather's waist again. 
"So how did your parents end up with a kid like you?" asked Ryan, walking at a slow pace.
"Well, I was certainly brought up to be a rocker. I went to all of my Dad's shows and heard rock music wherever I went. In primary six, we started music lessons and I took a liking to the piano, the teacher noticed and gave my parents a heads up, they got me a crappy keyboard and found a tutor for me and I rehersed day and night, I now have a proper piano and don't a tutor now," explained Heather, looking at the ground, "What about you?"
"Uhm...When I was eleven, I seen a video of The Smiths playing 'Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now,', and I just instantly had this need to play the guitar, my uncle gave me his old bass and yeah, that's my life," explained Ryan, stopping outside the war memorial at the end of the pavement.
Ryan turned on his heel to face Heather who was staring up at the memorial.
"I love the way you get into music," said Ryan, making Heather turn to face him.
Heather blushed as Ryan took both her hands and pulled her in close to him.
"Erm...I have my curfew," lied Heather, she had never been kissed before and didn't know what to do about it now that she was moments away from it.
"I'll get you back," smiled Ryan, staring down at her.
Heather felt herself go up to her tiptoes as Ryan bent down a little. Soon, his lips crushed hers, creating a source of heat in the cold weather. She felt him suck on her bottom lip as she opened her eyes and pulling away, ending the little moment of perfection.
"Home time," smiled Ryan, letting go of one of Heather's hand and leading her back down the pavement.
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Photo On The Side: Heather Farrow//Taissa Farmiga
Video On The Side: 'Until We Get There' by Lucius//i chose this bc it suited Heather and Ryan's little conversation after the symphony.