~*~A/N: I'm sorry it's taken so long! I'm about to get over my writer's block--almost! :) And we only have like 3 more days of school left, then it's summer, so hopefully I'll have tons more time to write! ~*~
When I had taken a shower and put my makeup on, I put six french braids at the front of my hairline, only going back so far. Then I had to decide what to wear. Hm . . . I don't even know what we're gonna do . . . Finally, I decided on my black, leather pants, and black, glittery tank top.
I walked downstairs and into the kitchen, where Mr. and Mrs. Stevens were sitting and having a 'talk'. Probably about me. Like that was so unusual. They abruptly silenced when they noticed me, and stared.
"Going somewhere Candice?" Mr. Stevens asked.
"Candi. And yeah, I am."
They exchanged glances and looked at me with that overprotective, 'parental unit' look.
"I have a date, okay? I don't know where we're going or when I'll be back."
"Candice--" Mrs. Stevens began.
"Candi."
She sighed and continued. "Candi. We are supposed to be taking care of you right now, and I think we should have some authority here. If you have a date, that's wonderful. Making friends in town already, it's great. But we need to know who he is, where you're going, and when you'll be back. You should be home by ten-fifteen."
"But I told you. I don't know where we're going, or when I'll be back. And you'll find out who he is soon enough."
"Well, he'll just have to come in when he comes to pick you up--he is picking you up, right?"
"He better be."
"He'll just have to come in and talk to us."
"Yeah, sure. Whatever."
They exchanged glances again, and then Ren walked in. She saw me, rolled her eyes, and was about to turn around and leave, when Mr. Stevens said, "Maybe Ren knows him."
Ren turned quickly and glared at me.
"Who?"
"My date. Later peeps."
I smugly walked past Mr. and Mrs. Stevens, and tried not to laugh at the expression on Ren's face. What was it? Humiliation? Shock? Jealousy? I could only wish.
I walked back upstairs to make sure I looked all right. Okay, so I was nervous. But wouldn't you get nervous if you were going to go out on your first date with a guy you'd been wanting to meet for as long as you could remember?
When I had taken a shower and put my makeup on, I put six french braids at the front of my hairline, only going back so far. Then I had to decide what to wear. Hm . . . I don't even know what we're gonna do . . . Finally, I decided on my black, leather pants, and black, glittery tank top.
I walked downstairs and into the kitchen, where Mr. and Mrs. Stevens were sitting and having a 'talk'. Probably about me. Like that was so unusual. They abruptly silenced when they noticed me, and stared.
"Going somewhere Candice?" Mr. Stevens asked.
"Candi. And yeah, I am."
They exchanged glances and looked at me with that overprotective, 'parental unit' look.
"I have a date, okay? I don't know where we're going or when I'll be back."
"Candice--" Mrs. Stevens began.
"Candi."
She sighed and continued. "Candi. We are supposed to be taking care of you right now, and I think we should have some authority here. If you have a date, that's wonderful. Making friends in town already, it's great. But we need to know who he is, where you're going, and when you'll be back. You should be home by ten-fifteen."
"But I told you. I don't know where we're going, or when I'll be back. And you'll find out who he is soon enough."
"Well, he'll just have to come in when he comes to pick you up--he is picking you up, right?"
"He better be."
"He'll just have to come in and talk to us."
"Yeah, sure. Whatever."
They exchanged glances again, and then Ren walked in. She saw me, rolled her eyes, and was about to turn around and leave, when Mr. Stevens said, "Maybe Ren knows him."
Ren turned quickly and glared at me.
"Who?"
"My date. Later peeps."
I smugly walked past Mr. and Mrs. Stevens, and tried not to laugh at the expression on Ren's face. What was it? Humiliation? Shock? Jealousy? I could only wish.
I walked back upstairs to make sure I looked all right. Okay, so I was nervous. But wouldn't you get nervous if you were going to go out on your first date with a guy you'd been wanting to meet for as long as you could remember?
