Shades of Yellow

Panic

  You looked into the dingy mirror taking up most of the bathroom wall, smiling at the shirt you were sporting. Thinking back on the idea of a stranger innocently giving you their shirt after making yours a mess was cute and endearing. And there you stood. Sock monkey shirt, jeans, and a bashful look on your face. You weren't just admiring the worn out and likely vintage shirt, you were planning your next move.

In the past, you never had any luck with guys, not even as friends. That was in part due to your outgoing nature, as most guys in your small town couldn't handle the energy or attention span. The only guy who tolerated you was Nathan and he, well, had an inkling for guys too, so you two were best fit friends.

While your hopes weren't high, there was still a part of you hoping for a chance such as this one to get to know a guy better. In more ways than one. Ted, not only opportune, seemed to be a sweet guy from what you could tell, and was built in a way that got you going. Maybe it was the way he carried himself, but you weren't too sure. Either way, you wanted more, not just out of curiosity, but also out of pure interest. Both combined made the idea of you under the man's arm delectable.

Now, all you had to do was wait. Well. Easier said than done. It was hard to wait without pacing around your cramped dorm every couple minutes, making your roommate stare at you in annoyance. Your phone, sat on your bed, buzzed, indicating a text. You jumped over to your phone to check, only to be dissapointed at the sender.

Normally, you're glad to get texts from Nathan, but right now he wasn't exactly who you wanted texting you. You sent a text back whining about not getting anything from Ted, and Nathan simply reassured you.

"Ugh, you have GOT to stop moping around,

[y/n]. You're giving me a headache just watching you. Do something productive." Your roommate stood up and exited the dorm, probably in an attempt to avoid the cloud of panic hanging around you.

"Right I'll just take a shower and-" You were cut off by the sound of a phone call, sending you back into excitement. Scrambling for the phone, you trip over a rug, and pull yourself up onto your bed before answering the call.

"Hello?" Your heart beats in your ears, waiting for an answer.

Someone breaths a sigh of relief on the other line. "Hey! [Y/n], right? It's Ted. From the museum." He was speaking nervously in choppy sentences.

"Yes!" Your attempt to control your enthusiasm wasn't really working. "Hi Ted! Thanks a lot for letting me borrow your shirt."

He laughed a little before pulling the phone away and telling someone something. "Sorry about that. Hey, uh, how about I make it up to you. There's a little place I like that, uh, maybe I could take you to-"

"Of course!" You interrupt, feeling a little too giddy. "I mean, sure."

You smiled as you closed your phone, feeling slightly better. Then it hit you. YOU'RE GOING ON AN ACTUAL DATE. You quickly reopened your phone to text Nathan.

Nathan he called.

FR?!

YES!

How'd it go?!

We're going out saturday !!

OMG [y/n]!

A DATE

IK!