Stewart stood in front of the mirror and stared at his frizzy curls in annoyance. Once again, they were being a pain. Some days they were compliant and on other days, like today, they were like a tumbleweed.

The teen huffed out a sigh and dunked his head beneath the bathroom faucet, wetting his hair before attempting to fix it.

The sound of the doorbell reached his ears and the yells of his siblings commanding each other to open the door played after. Stewart let out a grunt as he patted a towel on his head and fixed his curls.

Stepping out of his bedroom his sister greeted him with a shocked look. The twelve-year-old girl pushed the other back into the room.

“You didn’t tell me you had a date.”

Stewart arched a brow, “Probably because I don’t?”

“Stewart Amar Plakat, you know we do not lie under this roof.”

“Okay, Emely Marian Plakat. I’m not lying, there’s no need to quote Mom.”

“Well, that’s not what Riggs is saying downstairs. And he’s not lying because he’s most definitely dressed to impress.”

Stewart chuckled, “Come on Em, it’s Riggs. He always says stuff like that.”

“Yeah… to his dates. Dude, you look like a wet chicken nugget, are you sure you’re read–”

“Ready for our date, Beautiful?”

Stewart’s eyes were wide as he stared at his friend. The teen was indeed dressed to impress. The faint scent of aftershave drifted into the room. This is where Stewart began to question every word the other had said since they had first planned the “manly date”. His anxiety wasn’t liking it.