What to wear, what to wear? I must've spent 30 minutes debating on what to wear. I finally settled for my favorite pair of blue jeans that had rips all in them and a really tight black tee. I curled my hair a bit which left me with tiny waves because my hair can't hold a single curl. I lined my eyes with eye liner and purple eye shadow. Before I knew it Rob text me.
'hey r u ready?'
I replied back, 'yes.'
'ok, I'll be over in 5 minutes.'
I shoved my phone in my pocket a look myself over in the mirror. I still didn't see what Rob saw in me, but I guess it shouldn't matter. He liked me, I think, and I like him-a lot.
The doorbell rang. I grabbed my purse and quickly told mom I was leaving with a friend. I met Robert at my door. He looked beautiful. I disheveled hair was in a beautiful mess. His tight gray shirt emphasizing his manly figure. He simply smiled and said, "Hello."
"Hi." I closed the door behind me and walked beside Rob, rubbing shoulder not to mention.
He opened the car door for me and I got in. He pulled out of my curvy drive way and pulled onto the highway.
"You can turn on the radio if you want," he said nicely.
I took his friendly gesture and turned the radio to my favorite channel. I made sure I kept the volume down. "So, what are we going to do," I asked.
"Doesn't matter, whatever you want to do. Just hang out at my place. Talk. Watch tv. Listen to music."
"Sounds fun," I said.
I walked into his apartment and sat on the leather couch. My mind flashed back to the intimate dream I had had last night. I quickly shook out of it when Rob handed me a Coke and sat down on the other end of the couch. He turned on the tv and handed me the remote. "Here, put it on whatever."
"Uh, I only kinda watch cartoons," I said, embarrassed.
"Alright, then." He turned the tv on to another channel. The Spongebob Squarepants theme rang through out the room. It was my favorite show, but it was kind of embarrassing watching it in front of Robert Pattinson.
"I love this show," he said, laughing. "It's so stupid sometimes. I love Patrick. He's so clueless."
I laughed. "Yeah, he's pretty dumb sometimes." He put his arm on the back of the couch, his fingertips barely touched my shirt. He began to pull my shirt sleeve. I looked at him confused. "What," I asked.
"Stop being a loner and come over here," he laughed, pulling my sleeve some more. I scooted over and his arm draped around my shoulder. He absentmindedly fiddled with me hair.
He suddenly pulled my head to his. "You're hair smells really good, it's like, calming."
"Uh, thanks." He continued to play with my hair, beginning more to rub my head than play with my hair. I wasn't complaining. His long fingered tangled in my hair and rubbed against my scalp. It felt wonderful. "So, do I have to return the favor?" I joked.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"You're massaging my head. Do I have to massage yours?" I laughed.
"Now that you mention it-." he untangled his hands from my hair and pushed me a little bit before he put his head in my lap. A burning sensation began to burst in my lower stomach.
He got comfortable in my lap and closed his eyes.
"Well," he said.
"What?"
"I'm waiting"
"Oh, I'm not that good."
"Oh, come on, Shelly, I won't bite." he grabbed my hand and put it on his forehead. He pointed at it and said snobbishly, "Go!" He then smiled beautifully.
I ran my hands through his thick brownish-blonde hair. He moaned a little bit. "You're pretty good." He looked up and winked at me. I continued to rub my gorgeous hair.
I wonder if I could play out the rest of my dream today?