The doorbell rang but Traci had no intention of getting the door. After spending the entire day in that un-air conditioned hell hole she wasn't about to leave the comfort of her spot on the couch.
DING-DONG!
Traci growled. It was probably one of her sister's stupid friends.
DING-DONG!
Okay, this was becoming annoying.
"GWYN!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.
No answer. She knew her brother, James, wasn't about to leave his room. What if a new computer game was created in the next ten seconds and he missed it! The horror. Her parents weren't home…at least she was pretty sure they weren't home…you could never tell.
DING-DONG!
Traci finally bit the bullet and got up. She swung the front door open.
"Hi Traci." Rick Riley said.
She blinked in confusion. "Can I help you?"
Rick laughed. "Actually yes."
She furrowed her brow in confusion. "Okay…"
"I know I'm a little early but…"
Suddenly what had happened earlier in the day came flooding back to her.
"You mean you were serious about taking me out?" She asked.
Rick nodded. "I would never joke about something like that."
Traci quickly realized she was wearing old cut off shorts, a ratty tank top, and that her hair was up in some sort of ponytail/bun deal.
"Oh well…I'm not exactly in any sort of condition to go out." She told him.
"Are you sick?" He questioned.
She shook her head. "No."
"Under house arrest?" He asked.
She laughed. "Nope."
"Then what's the problem?" He asked her.
"Well, umm…look at me." She told him.
Rick gave her a once over. "All I see is a beautiful girl that I'm dying to get to know better."
Traci raised her eyebrows. "You're pretty quick with the lines."
"I never say anything I don't mean." He said.
"And I should trust this statement because?" She asked.
"Because I haven't given you a reason not to." He replied. "Do you?"
"Do I what?" She asked.
"Trust me." He said.
Traci chewed on her bottom lip…there was just something about him.
"Yes. I do." She said finally.
Rick smiled. "Good. Then go change and let's go."