Alyssa
Iget off work at four, and race home. I try to relax on the drive, blasting some tunes but nothing seems to ease the bubbling nerves in my stomach.
“Hey…?”
“Hey.”
“Tonight’s the big night, huh?”
“I guess so.” Oh god, he knows. One glance from across the room and Cam knows exactly how much of a nervous wreck I am.
“Wow, I’ve never seen you nervous before. It’s refreshing.” That earns him a glare as I shrug off my jacket and sling my keys on the entry table. I grunt in response before disappearing down the hall to my bedroom.
I only had two and a half hours to get myself ready, I did not have time to be the subject of Cam’s entertainment. Any other night, the jabs about my lack of a love life wouldn’t bother me. Hell, I might’ve usually played along, did a little song and dance about still being a virgin at the age of eighteen - and how that’s apparently a big deal.
It’s not. It should be a bigger deal that losing your V-card before you’re sixteen is the norm. That’s gross.
But no, not tonight. I have enough on my mind, like what the hell am I even supposed to wear on a date?
I am not wearing a dress, that much I know.
I’ve been on exactly two and a half dates before. One in middle school to the movies, the other was my second year of high school where we went to his cousin’s bar mitzvah. The last one I can only count as half a date because he left before the food arrived.
Okay, maybe my love life was a viable source for a good laugh.
Heading to the bathroom, I take a quick shower. Lathering my body with my favourite strawberry & grapefruit shower gel I feel the enticing scent fill my senses. Quickly jumping out of the shower, I wrap a towel around my body and tip toe back to my room.
Drying myself and slipping on underwear, I open my wardrobe doors. Inspecting all my clothes, I search for my favourite skinny jeans, pulling them on I search for a shirt to wear. I think I have too many clothes; I can’t even pick out a shirt!
“Cam!” I call, followed by a loud sigh. I’m hopeless.
In situations like this I wish I had a girlfriend to help me out.
A second later, the door opens slightly and Cameron’s head pops through, “yeah?
“What do I wear?”
Without a thought, he walks in, picks a blouse from the rack and hands it to me. As I hold it up in front of me in the mirror, I realize it’s one that Cam picked out on a shopping trip last month.
It’s fitted up top, then there’s an off white sash an inch under the bust before it flares out. It’s also made up of two layers, top layer being light pink lace while the bottom layer is a maroon colored singlet. It’s not something that I would have chosen.
Pulling it on, I turn and look in the mirror. It looks nice but is it date worthy?
I turn to Cameron, who is now slumped on my bed, “what do you think?”
“You look good.”
“Thanks.” I say as I begin messing with my hair. I didn’t wash it in the shower because it would have taken too long to dry but now I’m second guessing that decision.
“I still can’t believe that you’re going on a date, and with Asher of all people.” His words have me whirling around, hair straightener in hand, to give him the stink eye. What did he mean by that?
“What do you mean ‘with Asher of all people’? What’s wrong with Asher?”
He shrugs looking bored, “Nothing’s wrong with him. He just doesn’t date. And I really didn’t picture him as your type.”
“Well, don’t start planning the wedding just yet, it’s just one date.” I sigh at him as I swipe the mascara wand over my lashes.
“Do you know where he’s taking you?” I almost laugh at how cute he is sometimes, as if I don’t know his tricks.
