fall • brad simpson [on hold]

eleven • dates - part one

*next Friday*

For the rest of that week, I had been constantly nagging Brad for details of what he described a 'date masterpiece', but he wouldn't budge. I was left hanging nearly everytime I asked, but if I was honest, it just meant that I was more excited.

I woke up at around 7am, far too early for a weekend. If this date doesn't go well, and I have woken up at 7 for this, then I am never going to face Brad again.

Wait, what if the date goes really badly?

I try to shake the negative thoughts from my brain, and drag myself out of bed and towards the bathroom. I take a long time in the shower, using my best shampoo and condtioner for the occasion. I used a lovely coconut smelling shampoo and a honey flavoured shower gel, and the scents blending marvelously with each other, complimenting both sweet smell.

I hopped out of the shower, dried my hair and opened my wardrobe to find the two outfits for today. The first outfit, as instructed, was casual but cute. Ok, plenty of options then. I chose a pair of light denim high-waisted jeans, jeans are cute, right?

I glanced out of the window to notice a few grey clouds, but I wouldn't let that spoil my mood. To match the weather I picked out a light grey wooly jumper with a shirt underneath, so the collars would pop out through the neck hole. For shoes I choose my black vans, and little frilly socks. This is casual enough right? But not too casual so he would question asking me out on this date.

I slid on the outfit and walk my way back to the wardrobe for the other outfit. Brad had given me no clues as to what the second part of the date was going to be, so I had to be ready for all occassions. I decided, to make sure I was organised, to pack a few different outfits and try to squeeze some more information out of Brad before we left. All I had was 'cute but fancy'. Very easy, obviously.

For the first outfit, called the 'cute sophisticated fairy', I chose a nice floaty floral dress that stopped at knee-length, with a pair of white flat shoes, and a cream cardigan.

For the second outfit, I chose a plain black bodycon dress, with a cropped lace shirt over the top. It was paired with some black pumps, and a gold chain necklace.

For outfit three, last but not least, I call it the 'classy flirt'. This has to be my favourite. I chose a tight red dress that stopped a few inches above the knee, with short sleeves. I chose to wear it with tights, just in case I bent over and my anus was on display. It actually made my bum look really good, and I don't usually say that.

To decide the outfit, I sent a quick text to Brad.

To Brad:

Can't you give me any clues as to the second part of today? Please??xx

From Brad:

Nope. I'll be round in half an hour, be ready, slow coach xx

Crap.

Half an hour.

Using the clues I was given (thanks, Brad), I decided to wear the classy slut. I folded up the outfit and placed it into a bag along with the essential make-up bits and bobs, a few tampons (hoping I wouldn't have to use them, but you can never be too careful), lip balm and chewing gum.

I put my phone into my pocket and swung my bag over my shoulder, before making my way downstairs. I walked into the kitchen, grabbed a piece of toast and spread some apricot jam all over. I quickly shoved the toast down my gob, and decided it would be a good idea to brush my teeth again. I moved my body to the downstairs bathroom and brushed my teeth, for an extra long amount of time.