Sleepwalker

Chapter Nineteen

"I wouldn't say you're a princess right now though." A sigh fell out of her. "You're a queen.." Then she must have looked at the time, because her eyes bulged a little bit, leaving me little time to relish in her sweet comment. "Okay put your outfit on! Quick, quick. Chop, chop."

Thankfully we already chose my outfit days ago. We actually went shopping for about two hours looking for a good skirt and top combination that wasn't overly expensive. The skirt was pretty and flared out to about my mid-thigh. It was a soft pastel purple, which happened to be my favorite color. The shirt hugged my chest and cropped right below my belly button, exposing a small hint of flesh. It was nothing too much, nor too little. It was perfect and made me feel perfect. 

"Now take a look at yourself, girly." 

I wasn't expecting too much when I turned around towards the mirror. In fact, I thought I'd look like my ordinary self with a little bit of makeup on. But in a way, I didn't fully appear like myself. Instead I looked older -- much more mature for my age. Don't get me wrong, I still looked youthful and fun, especially with the berry lip color, but I appeared more like a young woman. 

For so long I had feared growing up and becoming an adult, graduating high school, and having to go to college. Yet when I stared back at myself, I felt that fear in side me dwindle the tad bit. 

"Wow. . ." That's all I could muster out. 

J.K. held a smirk up. "Damn straight wow. That's my best friend!"

I would have laughed at that, but the doorbell sent a shiver down my spine. 

He was here. Clayton was here. 

Before I could even press my skirt down and give myself another once over, J.K. began pushing me out of my bedroom towards the front door. My parents were sitting in the livingroom, both sending knowing grins my way. 

"Well, don't you look nice." My mom sent me a wink. 

My dad just smiled, but his eye looked to have twitched. "This must be a date."

J.K. and I glanced at each other, but I ended up just remaining silent. 

"This is definitely a date, Mr. and Mrs. Walker." J.K. blurted out, giggling like crazy. 

Rolling my eyes, I headed towards the front door to open it. The butterflies in my belly were especially present during that time. It almost felt like I was suspended in air, falling and falling.

"Hey, Clayt--"

Instead I was met with a stupid smile and boy holding his leg in the air, jokingly reaching out to shake my hand.

"Jacob?" I exasperated.

Jacob crossed his arms the best he could with his prosthetic leg in grasp. "Well, I don't feel very welcomed back."

J.K. thankfully stepped in front of me while peering towards the driveway. "You're so annoying, ugh. You're supposed to be Clayton! They have a very important movie and dinner date tonight."

Before Jacob could even say anything, Clayton's car pulled into the driveway. J.K. squealed, Jacob was wallowing in whatever emotion he was feeling (I didn't really care), while I stood there frozen. It took all of my courage to swing that door open, yet it wasn't even Clayton. Of course I loved having Jacob around, but it felt like he was just there. Sure, it might have been around three weeks ago, but still. I thought a monthly dose of Jacob Walker was enough every now and then.

"Shit, okay. Um, move, you." I swatted past Jacob.

Clayton and I needed to leave as soon as possible before Jacob gets his hands on him.