First Date Nerves

I walked into my house and felt extremely tired. I heard mom and my brother, Charlie further down the hall in the living room. Charles was 21 and in collage now, he was going to be a doctor, but he'd obviously come home for a while.

''Hi Charlie, Mom,'' I smiled.

''Hi Rose,'' replied Charlie.

''Where have you been?'' asked mom.

''I was just in La Push for a while, for the celebrations,'' I said looking at them. I heard the TV volume plummet quite a bit.

''Why are you're cheeks so red?'' she inquired. I put my hand on the side of my face, they did feel really warm.

''Oh, nothing.'' I lied, not that I've ever been that great a liar.

''Sure?'' she asked.

''Okay,'' I gave in. I didn't mind telling my mom or my brother Charlie- we'd always had good relationships and kept most things completely open. ''I meet a really nice guy, and he asked me out, so we're going on a date together tomorrow.'' I smiled with pride at my story, I was glad my mom asked me because I really needed her help on what to wear. She owned local hair-dressing business; she'd started working at that place when she was far younger, and moved up to become manageress. She always did my long caramel hair beautifully on special occasions and she usually did it in the morning to if I was planning on putting it up somehow.

''That's great!'' I could tell my mom was excited.

I also jumped up a bit with joy.

There was no way I'd want to be asleep tomorrow; a full nights rest was required. And I was also already felling a yawn coming on.

''I'm tired, see you in the morning,'' I opened my mouth widely and covered it with my hand.

''Okay, night-night sweetie,''

''Night!'' Charlie called as I left the room.

My bed room was straight up the stairs, first to the right. It was large with a comfy double bed, and fluffy pillows. There was a window in the corner which always let a cool, refreshing breeze in. The shelves were all around the room and they had memories of the past, mostly things that felt nice to stroke or squeeze because of course unfortunately photos spring back any happy memories.

I got changed and visited the bathroom and snuggled into my cosy bed. Belle slept at my feet, a warm living hot-water bottle. I stroked her skin in the direction of her soft fur a as my eyes closed and I was lost in a world of colourful dreams.

This morning I woke up and went straight downstairs to get breakfast. I smell of toasted waffles and syrup wafted throughout the house and I was glad to finally get one on my plate. My mom had made it just the way I like it, soft and moist. I smiled at her.

''Well, honey, what were you thinking of wearing for your date tonight?'' she asked, all upbeat.

''What? Rose has a date?'' asked my ever so concerning father.

''Yes Dad, but he's so sweet and it's my first date ever.''

He still sounded huffy. I just rolled my eyes at him. I thought back to my date I was so nervous but yet so excited I was all but jumping up and down with joy.

''Come on upstairs so we can pick out an outfit.'' my mom instructed when my plate was empty.

I made my way on upstairs and into my bedroom and sat on my bed. My mom came up a few seconds later; I took off my dressing gown so I was in my jammies and listened to my mom search through my wardrobe for something to wear.

''Found anything yet?'' I asked. I wanted to wear something amazing and I could tell that fate was in good hands. My mom always picks outfits that fell comfortable and look good. I felt satin slip and slide across my skin a cotton dress that came in at the end, leggings that were cut at my ankles and a heavyweight pearl necklace around my neck.

''You look beautiful, honey,''

I smiled at her direction, ''Thanks, Mom.'' I didn't know how I looked, but I have been told that before. I have to relay on other people's opinions- with no idea of their facial expressions or nor can I input my own opinion on visual things. I took in who it was, and their voices, and in my head evaluated how likely it was that whatever they said was the truth.

I believed my mom; she would tell me the truth about everything that I needed to know. When I was younger, she would read me all the classics about Disney princesses like Cinderella, one of my favourite novels when I was about five, and how they found their knights in shining armour, and because I'm an only girl and that's what my mom dreamt for me ever since I was little. She would want me to look amazing for my first proper boyfriend.

I felt her hands push my right, then left foot into a soft pair of strappy heels. I pushed my toes to the end of the shoes, only to find that it was open toe, it was a shock, but it conjured up another image of a pretty pair of shoes of a light colour with straps across them and my toes which I new had been painted light blue yesterday on display.

''What does it look like?'' I wondered.

''You look so pretty. The dress is a flowery pattern with purple and blue colours against a white back round. The necklace is made of pearls and the shoes are white heels with lines of leather across them and you can see your pink feet in-between each strap. The leggings are also white, and,'' and I felt a tight fitting ring be placed around my index finger. ''That ring is golden with a large purple flower attached to it. Want me to do you're hair?''

''It sounds great, thanks so much mom,'' I felt my dress and patted it at the bottom. ''Yes can you please do my hair?'' I heard her move to behind me and take it out of a bobble.

She brushed trough it smoothly and professionally, I shivered at the amazing feeling of someone playing with my hair.

When she was done, she told me she had curled it and customized it with blue and white hair clips.

I smiled, happier than ever.

(A.N. If you look on my profile page you'll find links to all the clothes I described here ;)

I already written most of the next chapter so it'll be posted real soon promise xo)