You belong to me

Chapter 17

Saturday noon arrived soon. I'm biting on my nails and staring into my closet. I have a few choices for that matter, but I pick a nipped-in waist mini dress in black. It's simple and comfortable, but still playful and elegant. I toss the dress on my bed and make my way to the bathroom for a long hot shower. I need to ease my nerves because I'm going to make a fool of myself. It's not like it's a date. We are just good friends that like each other's company, nothing more.

I shaved my legs almost five times to make sure all the hair was gone. After half an hour of showering, I wrap my wet, long hair in a towel and look in my small makeup bag. What am I going to wear? Red lipstick or a nude color? Red is too much for this occasion. A nude color gives my lips a little more attention, but not too much. For this occasion or not, maybe Michael is right. I don't need to hide from anyone. I deserve equal attention from everyone.

I apply a little foundation to minimize the freckles on my nose. While applying my mascara someone knocked on the door of our bathroom. "Yes?" I ask. "Can I come in?" Mom her voice came from behind the door. "Sure," I reply quickly, knowing it's mom. "What do you think?" I question her, turning myself toward her. "Gorgeous." She gushes. "Do you need help with your hair?" She questions me with a hopeful look on her face. "Yeah, can you style it for me?" I question her with a small smile. "Of course." She smiles brightly. "I'm so proud of you." She tells me while combing my hair first. I frown at her in confusion. "Why are you proud?" I ask her giggly.

"Because it's your first date with a boy." She admits softly. "Mom, this isn't a date," I whine for the hundredth time since I asked for her permission to go to Michael. "If you say so dear. Why are you dressing up then if it doesn't mean anything?" She smiles victoriously. "You always begged me to be more girly and I think it's time to listen to my wise mother," I tell her, flashing a massive grin. "It's about time you're going to listen to your mother," Mom admits with a bright smile, showing the wrinkles around her eyes. She's maybe not perfect, but she leans close to perfection though. I hope I can be so patient and loving with my children one day.

After fifteen minutes my hair was styled perfectly. "Thanks, mom. I appreciate your help even if I sometimes don't say it, but you're not only my mother, you're my best friend as well." I admit softly. "Thanks, you're so sweet my lovely daughter. Please enjoy today, but be safe okay?" Mom instructed me with a sneaky smile. "Mom, we aren't dating!" I tell her firmly. "Yeah, yeah, not yet." She chuckles before leaving me alone in the bathroom.

Almost everyone believes this will be a date except for me. I sigh and look one last time at my makeup. Who am I trying to fool? Of course, this is more than friendship. Why would a guy like Michael want to invite a girl to his house? I'm not sure what to think of it, but I try to shake it off. I trust him, I need to trust him because he's the only one around my age that gets me. He has told me he liked me in so many ways, not by words but by deeds, and that says enough. I do trust him.

I knock on the massive blue door with shaky legs. What if he thinks what I'm wearing or the makeup is too much? Come on Sofia, man up now. The door swings open to reveal Michael in black skinny jeans and a white dress shirt. He looks so hot, his messy hair tamed backward, but one stubborn stray of hair fell back its place. "You look gorgeous." Michael eyes me up and down in appreciation. "Thank you, you look handsome yourself." I smile shyly but tried my best to jack myself up. I can do this. This is only Michael my friend, I thought to myself to ease the nerves in my stomach.

I step into his big hallway, and he takes my jacket out of my hands. "I was thinking that I can cook something you'd like?" He questioned me a little unsure all of a sudden. "Alright, on one condition," I instruct him with a slim smile. "Please tell me." He instructs me with a grin. "I'll be your right hand in the kitchen," I tell him playfully. "Deal." He smiles at me before walking to his kitchen. I follow him on foot, not trying to lose him in this huge house.

Entering the kitchen, my mouth falls open in astonishment. The kitchen is bigger than my living room. "This kitchen is enormous." I gushed. He chuckles only at my silly reaction. "What? I'm just a regular girl, living in a regular small house." I inform him with a cocky grin. "There's nothing regular about you Sofia and you know it," Michael explains to me in a serious tone. I smile but avert my gaze from his penetrating gaze. Is this flirting? I've never done that before, but I have got a feeling that this is more than just teasing each other as friends do. This is something else, something new and exciting.

"So what's your favorite dish?" He questioned me while flashing his teeth. "Uh, I'm a huge fan of fries with a burger." I smile at him. "Really?" He questioned me with one brow up. "Yes, but we aren't going to make that though," I add. "Why not?" He asked me curiously. "Because it's too easy for you." I tease him a little more. "Alright, I'll make you something special, let me think." He tells me, his expression deadly serious. I start to laugh, seeing his worried expression. "I was just kidding Michael. I'm an easy eater. It doesn't matter if you cook something easy or difficult. I was just messing with you." I giggle.

He looks at me with a confused expression at first and then his face just lightens up. A big, wide smirk spreads his face, his dark blue eyes shining with joy. "You're impossible." He chuckles. "I know." I giggle. "So, what is the gentleman going to cook for the lady?" I ask him playfully, laying my palms on the marble kitchen counter. "I'm going to cook you fries with a burger." He tells me with confidence. Then he turns his back to me and starts to rumble in his drawers and fridge. "You're going to make a salad and I'm going to make the burgers and fries." He orders me. Skillfully he shoves all the vegetables on the kitchen counter with a knife. Michael turns his attention back to cutting the fries in even slices.

I've to admit I love that bossy side of him.