I ran to the kitchen after I walked in. I layed "Hestia's Best" on the wicker table. I jogged to the cabinets, flung the white doors open, grabbed two glasses, two floral plates, and set the table.
I slipped to the refrigerator, pulled out some ranch. and took the bottle of Morgan's mango lemonade out. I placed that and a couple of napkins on the table. Then I paused. I inhaled and exhaled slowly. My chest raised up and down as I took a slow breath.
I walked to my closet and slid the doors outwards from the center. What should I wear? I pushed along each hanger. My clothes swinging back and forth as I thrusted them out of the way. I pushed more and stopped to pick out a white dress. All of the back portion of the dress was crocheted. I plucked it out and threw it on my bed. I looked towards the bottom of my closet to find complementing shoes. I had pink, orange, red, white, and black flats. All had different detailing. I grabbed the rosey pink flats and tossed in the ones I used into the closet.
I changed into my my dress, carefully, so I wouldn't ruin my fish-tail. I walked to my vanity and scanned it for pink jewelry. I had a dainty butterfly set and a noisy silver set that had pink ascents. I picked the dainty set. It included the necklace, bracelet, earrings, and ring. I left the ring out and strut my way to my bathroom.
I faced myself looking at the mirror. I look a lot like my mother right now. My mom is beautiful. I smiled at the thought. I reached for some pink lip gloss. I'm not one to wear make-up. I wear the occasional lip gloss and chap stick, but that's pretty much it. I only wear make-up when I have to look extra mature. Make-up adds years to me unlike for many people, where it knocks a few years down.
I browsed for my perfume, but couldn't find it. The imaginary light bulb went off on top of my head. Morgan!I fast-walked to Morgan's restroom.
Morgan layed down the law earlier today and insisted she was out of the house during the date. She didn't let me argue. She's over at the twin's house. I think I forgot to mention, but James and Summer are fraternal twins.
I snatched my perfume and dosed myself in the sweet peachy aroma.
The doorbell rang. Our doorbell wasn't the average, 'ding dong'. It was of birds chirping and singing. Cute, huh? I don't know how, but Morgan got the doorbell custom made. What she did tell me was that the little birdies weren't worth the price, but still got it because she thought it would be unique.
At the sound of the chirping birds, I sprinted to my room to place the perfume, and back to the front door. I took a moment, evened my breath, and slowly opened the door.
Michael stood by the door holding a long sleek baby blue vase with my favorite white flowers. Dehdrobium orchids. He wore a blue plaid shirt with the sleeves shoved up to his elbows, loose dark-dyed jeans, and green converse.
Michael looked at me long and hard, his jaw slowly being defeated by the effects of gravity.
"Shit... You look incredible." He snapped out of his lust filled gaze and motioned the vase towards me. "Umm... These are for you."
He placed the vase in my open palm. I brought my free hand to my lips and marveled the flower's beauty.
"Oh, thank-you, Mike! They're absolutely gorgeous... You're real sweet." I quickly gave him a hug, so he wouldn't see my eyes tearing up.
I know.... They're just flowers. What's the big whoop? Not only are these my absolute favorite flowers by personal opinion, but the are permanently engraved in my memories. Since I was five, my grandmother, from my father's side, would send me letters and these specific flowers every six to seven months. I never got to see her in person until her death, me, only ten years old. After her death a couple more letters and flowers came by. In one of the letters she told me she wrote a few more letters on her death bed. That in her will it said to mail the rest while she was gone on specific dates.(Six to seven months.) That included the flowers. They stopped a year ago. That's why these flowers brought tears to my eyes.
I pulled away from Michael, after kissing his cheek, and smiled at his newly blushed face, "These are my favorite. Thank-you."
"Point one for Mike!" We laughed at his remark. Point one for Mike...
I moved aside and motioned him to walk inside. I closed the door behind me.
"Hungry?" I asked as he wandered his eyes over the house. He faced me.
"Starving!" His honey eyes opened wide and emphasized his exaggeration.
"Good," I giggled at his expression. "Let's eat then."
I lead him to the kitchen and we sat, facing each other, on the table.
Sorry for the short overly-detailed
chapter. I still have no idea what's
going to happen. I hope you like it either way...