"What, no! You can't do that! You want Aiden to know what he would miss out on, right?"
I'm pretty sure those aren't her true intentions, but she does have a point. I have to let Aiden know what we could have been while also convincing Brandon that our relationship is genuine.
And to do that, I'll have to act—and wear—my part.
I exhale a resigned sigh. "...Fine."
"Yay!!" Lyn squeals in delight.
"But only because we need proof that we're dating, in the form of photos." Nothing else.
Half an hour passes (only because Lyn was being finicky), and I finally settle on a casual but pretty look: a black tank top with denim shorts and an unbuttoned shirt on top.
I accessorize with a charm necklace, a watch, and a silver bracelet. I leave my hair open; I'm too lazy to actually do something with it.
"Omahgawd, you look beautiful!" Lyn squeals, scanning me up and down. I sigh, looking at her fondly. At least she thinks I look good. I wonder what Aiden would think.
I wonder why I'm wondering what Aiden would think. I shake that thought away. I swear, sometimes my mind is completely independent of my body.
"Took you long enough. Besides, this was literally the first outfit you picked. Why try on the others if you were going to choose this one anyway?"
"I'm picky, ok?" Lyn pretends to pout. And she's not wrong. Lyn is probably the pickiest person I know. We were in an ice cream parlour once, and she spent about an hour (I'm not kidding) choosing the flavour. And guess what she ends up choosing: salted caramel, out of all flavours. But I love her nonetheless.
"I bet Aiden will fall head over heels, if he hasn't already." She adds, winking. Ok, I take that statement back.
"Oh trust me, he... he won't." The blush on my face thinks otherwise. And now my body decides to betray me as well by blushing. Amazing.
We sit in silence for a while. Katelyn is the first to speak. "So... now what?"
"Now we wait."
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"Is he going to come pick you up or something? Cuz that seems like the gentlemanly thing to do." Lyn asks. It's five minutes to eight, and we're at the doorstep of my house, ready to go out. Lyn stayed here the entire time, and gave me 'tips', which I halfheartedly listened to. Not that I'm going to heed any of those.
We don't even like each other.
"Psh, I doubt he's a gentleman. Besides, we literally live next to each other." I reply, wearing my sneakers.
And then the doorbell rings. My stomach does a flip. Am I nervous? I wave the feeling away, this is Aiden we're talking about. The one I've hated for practically my entire life. Get a grip, Ash.
Lyn looks at me and mouths a 'You were saying?', with a smug look on her face.
I really don't think thats Aiden. It could be anyone. But who could it be other than him? Mom is already at home attending an online meeting, and I haven't ordered anything.
Lyn opens the door, jumping excitedly.
"Hello, sweetheart." Aiden greets, smiling.
He's wearing... not a hoodie, but cargo pants and a black T-shirt.
Huh.
This is the first time I've ever seen him wear something other than a hoodie.
And he actually looks good in it. I mean, I never denied that he didn't look good; that's one of the reasons he's popular. Its his personality that makes me angry. As they say: 'Its the inside that counts.' (trust me, they don't in his case.)
Lyn gives me the thumbs up, winks, and leaves with a spring in her step. I roll my eyes.
"Hey, Satan. You look... dressed up." I say. He smirks in response, looking proud of himself.
"You too. But if this is your attempt at 'showing me what we could have been', I would have done better if I were you, honestly."
I roll my eyes. Still the same.
"Whatever, asshole. At least I'm not wearing something plain and boring."
"Speak for yourself; cargo pants are awesome."
"I bet this is the only outfit you have in your wardrobe that is not a hoodie. Or sweatpants."
"No its not! I don't always wear hoodies!"
I raise my eyebrow.
"Okay, maybe I do. But that's besides the point. We have a date, and time is ticking." he says, looking at his nonexistent watch.
I roll my eyes. Again.
Seriously, my eyes are going to hurt this entire date because of the sheer number of times I'll roll them.
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