Ready: Part 35

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It's the day of and I hear my alarm going off. I groan and stay in bed for five more minutes then my alarm goes off again. I get up and get ready.

I get dressed and put on my usual amount of makeup which is just foundation and mascara, I brush my hair and brush my teeth. I put on a dark blue champion hoodie and put on black skinny jeans. I put on my shoes and walk out the door.

I leave my room and knock on Thomas' door

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I leave my room and knock on Thomas' door. In less than a minute he opens it.

Thomas opens the door and he doesn't have a shirt on. He is wearing flannel pajama pants. I laugh and say "Someone just woke up"

His hair is all messed up. He laughs and rubs his eyes. His arm muscles flex and I'm left wondering if he was flexing them on purpose or not. Before he can say anything I say "I'll be waiting in the lobby"

Thomas giggles and nods. He runs his hands through his soft, perfect, beautiful hair.

His arms flex again and I mentally roll my eyes. I have been looking at his face the whole time since he opened the door. "Take your time"

I turn around and head for the elevator. I wait for the elevator to come. I wait for about two minutes for the elevator to get to me. There must have been a lot of people waiting. The doors open and I walk inside the elevator. I press the lobby button.

Thomas walks in when the doors are just starting to close. I laugh and say "You made it just in time"

He laughs and says "Good morning to you too"

Thomas is wearing a nice gray sweater.

His hair isn't crazy anymore like it was when he opened the door

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His hair isn't crazy anymore like it was when he opened the door. "You got ready really fast"

He nods and says "I got lucky the elevator was slow"

I giggle and so does he. He looks at me then at my sweatshirt. Thomas scrunches his face "Is that Dylan's hoodie?"

I shake my head and he asks "Whose is it?"

I giggle and answer him "It's mine"

Then I add "The mens section has better sweatshirts, it's just a fact"

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