just one touch

Three.

Previously: "Thank you Andrea." I slam the door behind her, making it known she's not welcome. I lay my tickets on my dresser and see if she took anything from my vanity. Everything is where it's at except for my perfume, the one my mother gave me for my 16th birthday. Why that one?

I dismiss the thought and start dialing David's number.

"At last, my love has come along-"
"David stop, I have important news that involves you."
"My lonely days are oveeeeeer"
"Hanging up in 3,2-"
"What's up babe?" I can hear his laugh as he says something to Marla which makes me smile.
"I got tickets to One Direction, one for you and me."
"No you didn't." He's quiet now, shushing Marla in the background.
"I did, Dad got me them for my birthday. That reminds me, you still coming over tomorrow for my dinner?"
"Of course, why wouldn't I be there? Proof or it didn't happen. Gotta go watch Marla, love you."

He hangs up, leaving me smiling. He's changed so much since when I first met him. He was never this confident before.
When we first met, it was in 7th grade. He had braces and acne and I had Bobby Jack clothes. It was a friendship made in heaven.

People would make fun of his acne and braces and I called them out on it. That day at lunch he came and sat next to me and we ate in silence. At the end of lunch he looked at me with his blue eyes and said "Tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow." Eventually people stopped picking on him. The girls who made fun of him later wanted to date him. Instead, he focused his attention on his family and my family.

(hope you're enjoying this so far, it's been fun to write it! if you like it let me know! don't be shy. the picture is David btw)