Chapter 5

I watched him go with eagles flying around the inside of my stomach. Butterflies just wasn't good enough to describe it. I smiled softly as he looked over his shoulder and smiled as he turned the corner and vanished from my sights.

'He's wonderful.' I thought to myself as Polan came running up beside me. She, much to my surprise, wasn't reading a book, but was smiling radiantly at me.

"You like him." She said knowingly.

I blushed furiously and said nothing. So of course she knew she was right. "I think you two look cute together." I gaped at her. "What?" She said innocently.

I opened my mouth to have a freak out, then thought better of it. I looked down at my hands sheepishly and peeked up at her through my bangs. "We do?" I said in a small voice.

She giggled. "Yes you do. What were you guys talking about when you were passing notes in homeroom?"

"I'm SOOO glad you asked!" I said excitedly. "He asked me out tomorrow! He wants me to show him places to eat and hang out, and he's picking me up at eleven!!!!"

Polan's already huge eyes were now the size of dinner plates and she was grinning so wide I though her face was about to explode. "Seriously?!" She squealed. I nodded quickly and we both exploded into excited giggles and laughs.

Polan and I spent the entire walk to our corner discussing what I should wear and how I should do my make up. Without realizing it we both somehow ended up in my kitchen, still talking a mile a minute about tomorrow. When we snapped out of our daze, we looked up suddenly and saw my mom leaning against the kitchen counter with her arms crossed and a smile on her face.

My mom was beautiful. Her hair was a few shades lighter than mine and a lot shorter, only to her shoulders. She had it up in a ponytail right now and her small black wire-rimmed glassed pushed up into her hair behind her bangs, which were like mine. (We got them cut the same so we'd be matching.) but her eyes were a warm shade of brown. She was an inch or so taller than me but we looked very much alike. She was wearing long jeans and a light blue shirt with a picture of a yellow and purple butterfly in the middle of it. My mom loved butterflies. Her feet were bare.

"What are you two talking about? I believe I heard the word 'date?'" She asked in a prying voice, but there was a smile she was trying to hide without success.

I smiled wide. "This guy in homeroom asked me out tomorrow! He just moved here and he asked me to show him the city!" I was almost jumping up and down in my excitement. "He's going to take me to lunch, he said he'd be here at eleven tomorrow morning!" I bit my lip as I waited for her to reply.

She smiled and held up a hand and we high-fived. "I'm happy for you sweetie. Whats this boys name?"

"Damien Steel." I said with a happy voice. "He's really cute mom! I like him a lot!"

She smiled, and her face turned serious. "Now I will want to meet him of course and make sure he isn't one of those boys at your school." Polan and I nodded. The sex-crazed jock type. We made fun of guys like that.

My mom smiled once more. "Well alright then. Now Polan, I'll invite your mother and father over for dinner, why don't you two go upstairs and hang out until then." We both nodded and dashed up the stairs as my mom picked up the phone and started dialing.

"I'm so excited!" I screeched when we got to my room. Polan went straight to my walk in closet and started digging through my clothes. "This is going to be difficult." She called to me as I sat on my bed. "It'll take forever to find the perfect outfit." I smiled and got up to help her. By dinner, we still hadn't found anything. We lay on the floor on top of all my clothes thrown down when they were rejected.

"This is insane!" I said in frustration. "How can I have all these clothes and not have anything to wear?" Polan sighed.

"I don't know. But I'm sure we'll find it soon." We left it at that and went down for dinner. Beef and vegetable stew with two loaves of thick delicious garlic bread. My mom makes the best beef and vegetable stew in the whole world. It was my favorite. I had three bowls of it, and almost half a loaf of garlic bread by myself.

After we were done, Polan and I went back upstairs and went back to the quest of finding me an outfit. An hour later, with our parents 'chatting' downstairs, we had found it. It was a jean miniskirt that hit me mid-thigh and spun out when I twirled and a dark purple top with mid-length sleeves and low-cut with three buttons and a black undershirt. And I was instructed to wear my lacy black sandals. They made my legs look good because they laced up my calf to my knee like ballerina shoes.

Polan made me twirl for her multiple times to critique my outfit for the last time. And to make sure you couldn't see my panties when my skirt flew up. "It's perfect!" She said clapping her hands together. "Damien will love you in this outfit."

I blushed and changed into a giant t-shirt and pajama shorts. Polan left a few minutes later saying I could do make up myself cause she sucked at it. Once she did I put all my clothes away and climbed into bed.

I was just starting to doze off when I heard a little smack and the fluttering of bird wings. Another pigeon hit my window. I sighed and rolled over, going back to sleep.