that was how love-struck
fourteen-year-olds were supposed to act when the hottest guy ever asked them
out.
"Where's
he taking you?" She asked.
If
possible, I smiled even wider, "Hell if I know! Have you seen him ?
Because I'm pretty sure right now, I don't care if he buys me a Happy Meal at
McDonald's." We laughed until tears rolled down our faces -- or maybe we
finally stopped when Tim walked into the room and shook his head at us as
though we had both lost our minds.
"You
better go start getting ready," she said. She planted her hands on my
shoulders and turned me toward my room. "You can't go out for a Happy Meal
looking like that."
"It's
not even four o'clock yet, Shell. He's not coming to pick me up until six,"
I protested weakly.
Going
out with Seth would be the first real date I'd been on in a long time. Not to
mention it was the first one I ever remembered causing butterflies in my
stomach. I tried to keep a handle on my feelings but I wasn't sure that was
possible. I had a feeling that the walls I'd built around my heart were about
to crumble into dust and I don't think I even cared.
"Let
me help you with your makeup," Shelley offered as she looked over my
shoulder in the bathroom mirror. I started to pull my thick hair back into a
knot at the base of my neck and she swatted my hands. "Leave your hair
down. Trust me on this."
I
twisted my mouth into a half frown, "Okay. I think."
By
the time Shelley had worked her magic; she'd managed to erase the dark smudges
of purple from beneath my eyes and had given my pale cheeks a boost of color. She'd
even been able to coerce my hair into something manageable that we mutually
agreed upon. I let her have her way with the makeup and hair, but when she
suggested I wear the short jean skirt she held out to me, I crossed my arms in
front of me and told her under no uncertain terms would I leave the house
wearing that thing. I brushed past her and slipped into my favorite pair
of faded jeans instead. She only pouted for a little while.
Seth
arrived right on time and when I walked into the kitchen where he waited I
think I almost swallowed my tongue. Hot didn't even begin to describe the fine
specimen of the male species that he was. His piercing blue eyes widened
beneath a fringe of sandy blonde hair when I entered. His mouth tipped into a
crooked smile and two deep dimples carved into his cheeks, "Hi Jaq,"
he said softly. "You look great."
While
trying to find my voice, I stared into his eyes. I had never seen two more amazingly
expressive eyes in my entire life. They were bright blue and had a dark, nearly
black, ring encircling them. His lashes were long and fair, matching the color
of his hair. "Hi, thanks," I managed to say. My inner funny girl wondered: boxers or briefs tonight ?
Our
date was completely unconventional. Yes, we did go through a drive -thru
to grab something to eat, but I didn't care because it gave us a chance to talk
as we sat in his truck and ate.
"I have to be honest with you, Jaq.
When Shelley called, I'd sort of already promised the guys I'd meet them at Cemetery
Hill Road and go four-wheelin'," he said. Stealing a glance sideways at me,
he added, "But if you don't want to, we can do something else."
"Seriously? Cemetery Hill Road is the best place to do it," I said, immediately feeling my cheeks heat into a
nice shade of stop sign red. "I mean the best place to go
four-wheelin'."
His dimples showed up again and he said,
"I knew I liked you. Let's do it then."
We finished the rest of our food and
headed south out of the city to meet up with several of Seth's friends. Cemetery
Hill Road was a rutted, low maintenance gravel road that dead ended at the
entrance to an old graveyard
fourteen-year-olds were supposed to act when the hottest guy ever asked them
out.
"Where's
he taking you?" She asked.
If
possible, I smiled even wider, "Hell if I know! Have you seen him ?
Because I'm pretty sure right now, I don't care if he buys me a Happy Meal at
McDonald's." We laughed until tears rolled down our faces -- or maybe we
finally stopped when Tim walked into the room and shook his head at us as
though we had both lost our minds.
"You
better go start getting ready," she said. She planted her hands on my
shoulders and turned me toward my room. "You can't go out for a Happy Meal
looking like that."
"It's
not even four o'clock yet, Shell. He's not coming to pick me up until six,"
I protested weakly.
Going
out with Seth would be the first real date I'd been on in a long time. Not to
mention it was the first one I ever remembered causing butterflies in my
stomach. I tried to keep a handle on my feelings but I wasn't sure that was
possible. I had a feeling that the walls I'd built around my heart were about
to crumble into dust and I don't think I even cared.
"Let
me help you with your makeup," Shelley offered as she looked over my
shoulder in the bathroom mirror. I started to pull my thick hair back into a
knot at the base of my neck and she swatted my hands. "Leave your hair
down. Trust me on this."
I
twisted my mouth into a half frown, "Okay. I think."
By
the time Shelley had worked her magic; she'd managed to erase the dark smudges
of purple from beneath my eyes and had given my pale cheeks a boost of color. She'd
even been able to coerce my hair into something manageable that we mutually
agreed upon. I let her have her way with the makeup and hair, but when she
suggested I wear the short jean skirt she held out to me, I crossed my arms in
front of me and told her under no uncertain terms would I leave the house
wearing that thing. I brushed past her and slipped into my favorite pair
of faded jeans instead. She only pouted for a little while.
Seth
arrived right on time and when I walked into the kitchen where he waited I
think I almost swallowed my tongue. Hot didn't even begin to describe the fine
specimen of the male species that he was. His piercing blue eyes widened
beneath a fringe of sandy blonde hair when I entered. His mouth tipped into a
crooked smile and two deep dimples carved into his cheeks, "Hi Jaq,"
he said softly. "You look great."
While
trying to find my voice, I stared into his eyes. I had never seen two more amazingly
expressive eyes in my entire life. They were bright blue and had a dark, nearly
black, ring encircling them. His lashes were long and fair, matching the color
of his hair. "Hi, thanks," I managed to say. My inner funny girl wondered: boxers or briefs tonight ?
Our
date was completely unconventional. Yes, we did go through a drive -thru
to grab something to eat, but I didn't care because it gave us a chance to talk
as we sat in his truck and ate.
"I have to be honest with you, Jaq.
When Shelley called, I'd sort of already promised the guys I'd meet them at Cemetery
Hill Road and go four-wheelin'," he said. Stealing a glance sideways at me,
he added, "But if you don't want to, we can do something else."
"Seriously? Cemetery Hill Road is the best place to do it," I said, immediately feeling my cheeks heat into a
nice shade of stop sign red. "I mean the best place to go
four-wheelin'."
His dimples showed up again and he said,
"I knew I liked you. Let's do it then."
We finished the rest of our food and
headed south out of the city to meet up with several of Seth's friends. Cemetery
Hill Road was a rutted, low maintenance gravel road that dead ended at the
entrance to an old graveyard
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