Since last night I hadn't been in the right state of mind.
Mom and dad had been sleeping all morning . All last night they were up debating about why Aunt Gretchen had fainted.
Although, somehow I managed to drag myself out of my cocoon (bed), get showered , dressed and downstairs ; to where I was now .
"You look so pretty Camilla! " Yasmin squealed , looking me up and down.
This was my first and most probably last time ever getting a compliment from Yasmin Ryanair.
I was extremely grateful.
"Thanks Yasmin." I grinned.
I watched as she opened cupboards ,taking out ingredients and turning on the frying pan.
"What are you all dressed up for anyway?" she questioned.
"I'm going on a date with my friend Kyle. "
I couldn't help but let a smile appear on my face just from the thought of Kyle.
His signature smirk, tan skin ,poems and effortless jokes.
I texted him to make sure everything was going smoothly for today:
Me: Are you coming soon ?
"Let me do your hair !" Yasmin pleaded, stopping her cooking.
I gave her one look and chuckled.
Her hair was now black with red dipdye.
It was too crazy - looking for my liking, so I could only imagine what she would conjure on my vulnerable strands.
"Maybe not ."
Yasmin rolled her eyes and began dishing out food for herself.
I breathed in the sweet aroma of what smelt like noodles of some type.
"That smells good." I sniffed.
"All mine though." She chuckled , slurping up the contents.
My phone buzzed and I quickly checked my messages:
Kyle: I'm literally 3 mins away
"It's from Kyle." I looked up at Yasmin .
"Answer then idiot."
This was the hard part of talking to a boy. What do you say ?
I was empty out of ideas and responded back simply.
Me: Okay
"He's going to be here in no longer than 1 minute."
Yasmin nodded her head , unable to speak due to her stuffed mouth.
Hastily , I ran to the wall mirror in the hallway and looked myself up and down. I seemed to look pretty good but it was just my nervousness holding me down.
The doorbell rang and I slowly walked to the door.
"Calm down Camilla." I hissed to myself.
I don't know why but I was shaking like a leaf. This was my first time ever properly having a crush on a guy, let alone dating.
"Hey." I smiled, opening the door.
"You look gorgeous." Kyle smirked, admiring my attire.
I stifled a laugh and grinned, "Same for you."
He was wearing a white and gray muscle - shirt , black jeans and black vans.
"Wanna come in or.." I suggested, pointing inside.
