I grabbed my foundation and started applying a layer on my face. I started to think about how it was just last week when Truman to me on my "perfect date". This time he was surprising me with something romantic. I put down my foundation and then picked up my blush brush and swirled it around the blush, then applied the blush on my right cheek. I saw Derek sneak into my room.
"What do you want?" I exclaimed annoyed.
"Oh…nothing." Derek said as he lay on my bed.
I sighed, rolled my eyes, and continued with my makeup.
"I-I…don't think you should go on this date with Truman." Derek stated matter-of-factly.
"What?!?! Why do you care who I date?!?" by this time I was trying to get off the stool but I tripped.
"Well Klutzilla" Derek said as he laughed "Let's see he gave you a 6 ½, he poked you with a jousting sword, he got you kicked out of fencing, he dated your best friend" we were standing face to face and every time he listed something he poked my shoulder "and he took you on the worst date of your life." He stormed out of my room as I stood there shocked.
Did Derek just sound like he cared? Is he trying to ruin my date? Wait…where did this come from, he never cared before?
I shook it off and finished my makeup with those thoughts repeating in my head, it was getting hard to focus. I finished my makeup, and then stood in front of the mirror. I turned slowly while looking in my mirror making sure I look just right. I walked to the door and sighed. My mind was racing and suddenly doubt filled my body and the atmosphere around me. I put on a smile on my face and left my room.