I quickly braid my hair to the side. It becomes messy but I don't have any time to fix it. I can't be late for my first StarKid rehearsal. Well it's called a rehearsal, but it's really just a meet up to catch up and meet up with everyone again.
I grab my keys and ran out the door. I cannot believe I overslept. Twenty-three years and I still can't master waking up. I make it just in time. Lauren runs up and gives me a big hug, "Oh my God Kayla!" she squeals into my shoulder.
"Lauren ah! Oh God I've missed you! How are you!?" I squeeze her tighter.
"Amazing now that you're here!" She lets go and starts pulling me toward her throng of friends, "Come on you HAVE to see everyone!"
Lauren and I run over to Team StarKid, "Hey guys, meet our newest member! Some of you may remember her from college. This is Kayla Peters!"
"Kayla?" a familiar voice comes from inside the crowd. The seas parted and a man emerged from inside.
My eyes widen at the sight of my old college crush, "Darren?"
"Oh my God I can't believe it's you!" he runs over and picks me up, swinging me around, "I've missed you so much!"
"Me too…" I say- my voice a little shaky.
…..
The rehearsal went well. We talked and caught up and I met some really awesome people. Afterward, Darren asked if I wanted to get coffee with him. Of course I said yes.
We're sitting kind of awkwardly in the shop both sipping our coffee, "So…." He says, breaking the silence.
"So…" Dang it. If I didn't like him it would be so much easier to talk to him.
"Listen I-" we both say at the same time. We chuckle a bit.
"You go first," I say still laughing maybe a little longer than I should.
"Okay," Darren clears his throat, "Well there's something you should know… I've kind of had a crush on you since college. I know it's probably too late and I hope this isn't creeping you out but I just thought you should know…"
I'm shocked, purely and completely shocked. I have to tell him the truth, "I feel the same way… I mean I've felt the same way… since college."
Darren chuckles nervously but grins wildly, "Then… will… will you be my girlfriend?"
"Yes! Yes of course."
The rest of the night Darren goes on to tell me all these stories about him attempting to ask me out and his friends trying to convince him to. It's all so cute. So we're talking out the door, Darren stops. He grabs my hands and pulls me in, pecking my lips.
"Tomorrow night?" he asks.
"Tomorrow night."
