𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐊𝐈𝐃 ᵐᵃʸˡᵒʳ

♛ .𝟏𝟑. ♛

❝476.❞ I answered. ❝thank you. I'll be there in a bit.❞ Brian said. ❝ok. bye.❞

❝bye.❞

I put the phone back on the hook, and sighed happily in relief. Now I just have to make sure I don't act odd around him.

—

I was brushing my teeth when I heard the doorbell ring.

❝shoot...❞ I muffled. I spat out the foamy toothpaste in my mouth and ran over to the front door, ❝I've got it!❞

With my toothbrush hanging out of my mouth, I got on my tip toes, and looked through the eye hole.

It was Brian.

I unlocked the door and tried to smile, ❝hello Brian.❞ I said. He laughed, ❝hey Rog. You're not ready yet?❞

I tossed my head side to side, ❝kinda sorta. Come inside.❞ I backed up, making space for him
to walk in.

Brian came in and gazed around, ❝nice bungalow.❞

❝thank you?❞ I lifted a brow, confused on why he complimented me.

❝who's at the door?❞ My mother came around the corner. ❝it's my friend.❞ I told. ❝who- what friend?❞ She questioned, lifting a brow.

❝this is Brian.❞ I gestured at the tall curly headed student. ❝oh-.❞ She lifted her nose in the air, understanding, ❝oh! This is the friend you've been telling me about, right?❞

I slowly lifted my eyes up the ceiling, wiping my face in slight embarrassment, ❝yes.❞

Brian softly laughed as he stared at the floor.

❝its a pleasure to meet you!❞ My mother smiled. ❝it's a pleasure to meet you too.❞ Brian grinned.

❝j-just stay right here,❞ I took my toothbrush out of my mouth, ❝I'll be ready in five- or maybe ten...❞ Brian nodded in response, taking the opportunity to look around, and speak to my parent.

I rushed into the loo and shut the door. I continued brushing my teeth, while I got things for my hair out.

I spit out the excess toothpaste, washed my mouth out with water. I swished around a bit of mouthwash and spat that out.

I, painfully, brushed through the knots I had in my hair.

I swear, it hurt like HELL.

Satisfied with my hair, I put the brush on the counter, dashed out the loo, and went in my room.

Luckily, I had already laid out my outfit: jeans, a plain white shirt, and my leather jacket.

I took off my night clothes, then tossed on my outfit. I sprayed on some cologne because...why not? I grabbed my all black Converses and took a short glance in the mirror.

Then I told myself exactly four words:

Don't fuck this up.

I ran out of my room, ❝ok-,❞ I breathlessly said, ❝I'm ready.❞

Brian glanced at my trainers, ❝are you going to put those on?❞ I dropped my Converses on the ground, ❝y-yes, I am.❞ and shoved my feet into the both of them.

I groaned as I was getting frustrated. I quickly looked up and saw Brian, just staring at me.

❝you might want to- untie those...❞

❝yeup...❞ I chuckled, ❝I knew that.❞ I untied my shoes—like Brian recommended—and put my feet in, once again, back in my shoes. I tied them back up and sighed, ❝now I'm ready.❞