Heat of the Moment
Chapter Five
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She rolled over onto her stomach, she could hear Lukas on the phone in the other room. She didn't know who he was talking to, but he sounded almost irritated. She didn't care though, normally she would, but she was too upset to care now. Again, she had let him play with her heart and her emotions. She wiped the tears from her eyes. All she wanted was for him to love her and care for her the way she did him. She just wanted him to herself, no matter how selfish that made her seem.
Inside of the other room, Lukas had the urge to slam his fist against the wall in the hall way. It was one of his colleagues complaining about his deadline for an art project. He had his own business creating artwork; contemporary and digital art.
"I know I said it would be done last week." Lukas almost yelled. "Something came up. Would you rather it look good, or would you want to have to edit it more than necessary." He snorted, "That's what I thought. Just, give me three more days." He paused, the person on the other side talking. "Tomorrow? Are you crazy! Ugh. Fine, I'll see what I can do."
He clicked his phone off, he wished he could slam it, but he really didn't want to break it. He sat it on the arm of the couch where Vlad's head was. He ran a hand through his boyfriend's strawberry blonde locks and pressed a kiss to his forehead. After admiring his sleeping body and being grateful that he was still asleep after his conversation. He kissed him again and went back to Emilla's room. She was still laying on her stomach, staring at the wall. "Em?" He asked quietly. She didn't turn to look at him, "What?"
"I'm sorry..." He whispered softly, placing a hand in her shoulder. Grumbling, she shouldered him away, "don't talk to me." He sighed, bending down to kiss her exposed shoulder, and quietly leave her bedroom.
She was actually surprised that he left her alone. She had been expecting him to keep pestering her, he hadn't listened any time before when she had said that. She was relieved though, she wasn't in the mood to talk to him anyways. She got off of the bed and pulled on one of her t-shirts to sleep in.
She headed to the kitchen to get a glass of water first, she was thirsty. She glanced into the living room and saw Lukas curled up on top of Vlad, and he had an arm loosely resting on top of him. The sight made Emilla's blood boil. She made an angered noise and got her glass of water quickly and stormed back into her room, slamming the door loudly (and hoping to wake up the snoozing lovers in the other room).
She balled up her fists and slammed them into the pillows, trying to find a way to release her frustrations.
Her door slamming woke up one of the couch sleepers.
Lukas' dreams were shattered by the thunderous slam of the door. Annoyed at Emilla and astounded that Vlad was able to snooze through all of this commotion, he slipped out of Vlad's loose grip. Rubbing his eyes from the interrupted sleep, he made his way over to twist the doorknob and pushed it open swiftly. "You need to calm down, little girl." Emilla scowled at her brother, bolted off of the bed, and tackled him to the ground. "Ugh! You such an ass!" She started to cry as her fists drummed against his chest. Her strength was not as powerful compared to when she was a male. Lukas caught her fists, which only angered her further.
"Let go of me!" She screeched while trying to wrench away her wrists. "What is wrong Emilla?" Lukas asked, wondering why she was acting like such a little kid. She glared up at him, "Why don't you tell me?" Lukas shook his head, "I don't know what you're talking about." She rolled her watery eyes at him and looked away. "You are so infuriating!" She tried yet again to pull her wrists away, but Lukas' grip just got tighter. "Why are you so upset Emilla?" She pouted and looked up, "You don't care about me!" Lukas shook his head, "Yes I do. I care about you a lot." She blinked away more tears that were working on spilling from her eyes. "Then why don't you ever show it?"
"Because..." He trailed off nervously under her body. She sniffled loudly, "Because why? There has to be a reason!" Lukas sighed out, forcing himself not to release her wrists. "I have a boyfriend. Sure, he thinks it's pretty sexy, but I can't do this anymore. It's sick and immoral."
Anger bubbled up in her throat and she felt like she was going to puke. She dropped down to the floor, her hands still being held up by Lukas. He let go of her wrists and her hands fell heavily to the floor beside her. She let out a mangled sob, "If that's how you feel then fine! Just go back to your annoying boyfriend and leave me alone." Her heart had broken and she didn't know how to respond to it.
"I'm sorry..." Lukas whispered out before departing from her bedroom.
She wanted to run away and never return. She didn't want to face the truth. The heartbreaking truth that tortured her soul. "Aaaah!" She screamed at the top of her lungs and started to release hideous sobs. Uncontrollable sobs of resentment, heartache, bewilderment, and regret. "Ughn! I, I... Why doesn't anybody love m-me?" She choked out, "I, I just want to, to die...!"
Lukas' chest ached, he felt like he should comfort her. He could hear her sobs as clear as day and he really wished he could cradle her and whisper sweet words in her ears. He knew it could never be though. There was too much red tape when it came to wanting to date your brother-turned-sister. He turned away from the closed door and made his way back to the living room. Vlad had somehow rolled off of the couch and onto the floor, so Lukas helped him back onto the couch, but there was no way he was going to be able to sleep now.
Emilla felt trapped; she had nowhere to go and nobody to talk to. She was in physical pain from her unwavering grief. She felt like giving up and ceasing to exist. That was all she wanted at that very moment, was to no longer exist. If she didn't exist she wouldn't be ugly, no one would be able to hate her, and she wouldn't be such a nuisance to Lukas.
Deciding to sleep away her agonies, she would ponder her plans of dealing with this dilemma in the morning. She was numb and indifferent to the world when she woke up. No longer caring about anything including herself, she trudged sluggishly into the kitchen to watch Vlad and Lukas share jokes. They leaned in for a kiss and Emilla stomped past them. She knew they did that on purpose. Still clad in what she wore last night, she carelessly grabbed the grape jelly from the fridge and shoved a slice of bread in the toaster. The couple remained silent, yet a few giggles here and there escaped from their mouths. This irked her to no extent. After the toaster popped the toasted bread out, she smeared a generous amount of jam all over on one side. Once she finished the small breakfast, she stored the jelly back in the fridge and stormed out of the kitchen. She definitely needed a shower to cleanse away last night's activities.
She turned on the water as hot as it would go and waited for it to heat up. She ran a hand through her ratty hair. It was greasy and knotted and it was still clumped in some places due to the various drinks that had been dumped on her the night before. She looked like a train wreck. She felt like a train wreck too. Once the shower was steaming hot, she peeled the clothes from her body and looked at herself. She scowled at what she saw. It was a mess. She didn't look like other girls; she looked worse. She didn't have that natural beauty that anyone could pull off. She was stuck looking awkward and horrid. No wonder no one liked her. She turned away from the mirror and stepped into the shower, hissing as the scalding water hit her bare skin. It felt relieving though. The pain was a feeling that she could feel through the emotional trauma that had left her body feeling depressingly numb.
In actuality, her appearance was utterly breathtaking. Her complexion was flawless. Everything about her was ideal and any woman would wish for the beauty that she possessed. She was truly beautiful. Unfortunately, the spell must have entailed an inability to realize her self-worth and attractive features. Emotional yet detached from her feelings, she released a quivering sigh and visibly relaxed as the steaming water cascading down her body. Her eyes wandered downwards to her twin mounds and she groped at them with a disgusted scowl. "I wish I could be a guy again..."
Lukas and Vlad were cuddled up together on the couch. Vlad had his head on Lukas' lap and he was running his fingers through Vlad's hair. He had been complaining about a bad headache, and so Lukas was doing his best to comfort him.
By the time Emilla walked back into the living room, their position had changed. The two of them were entangled on the couch, whispering words that didn't reach the girl's ears and giving kisses in between what they were saying. She scowled at them, "Get a fucking room." Their eyes both looked over at her. She was dressed in a longer, more modest dress. And it was a coral orange with a flowery lace overlay. Both men gawked at her for a second before she straightened herself up and declared, "I'm going out for a walk."
"No you are not." Lukas said. He didn't want her going out alone. She held her ground though, "Yes I am. It's broad daylight and I don't plan on going far. I just need to get away from this." She motioned to Lukas and Vlad. Lukas frowned, "You're grounded." Emilla rolled her eyes at him. "I'm an adult. You can't ground me." Lukas narrowed his eyes, "Are you sure about tha-" he was cut off by Vlad capturing his lips with his own. He personally was alright with her leaving, that would give him time to finally be alone with his boyfriend and not have to worry about her interrupting. He missed being alone with Lukas.
As much as Lukas craved the undivided attention, he didn't want to risk her being abducted and sold to some pervert. She pivoted on her heels and strolled towards the front door. Emilla placed her hand on the doorknob, twisted it, and pulled it open. "Get back here, Emilla!" She shook her head defiantly, "You're not the boss of me!"
She stormed out the door and slammed it behind her. Lukas cursed under his breath and struggled to get up and go get her. Vlad kept him pinned down though. He didn't want to lose his time with Lukas. "Lukas, she'll be fine." He nuzzled against his cheek. "You know she will be. It's daytime and not many people try to abduct someone in broad daylight." Lukas grunted in frustration, "But it could still happen." Vlad sighed sadly and eased up away from Lukas. "Fine." He pouted, "If you're so worried about her, then go get her."
Lukas thanked him softly before placing a kiss in his lips. Vlad sighed out in despair, knowing that Lukas would sometimes place Emilla above him.
Emilla strolled down the sidewalk, not even five yards away when Lukas captured her from behind. The flashbacks replayed in her head and she screeched in absolute terror. Lukas calmed her down immediately when he spoke in her ear. "I don't trust anyone."
She shoved him away, "Leave me alone! I came out here to be alone!" He latched onto her hand and held it tightly. "I don't want anything to happen to you." She frowned and ripped her hand away from his. "Why aren't you with Vlad? I thought you were going to be with him." Lukas looked at her sternly, "Because I was worried about you. I don't want a single thing to happen to you. He understands and respects that." She turned away and started walking again. Lukas caught her hand, "Where do you think you're going?" She pointed down the sidewalk, "I'm going to continue my walk. You can't keep me locked up in our house all the time. I'd like to get out sometimes." All she wanted was to be left alone. She needed to be alone with her thoughts so she could think through some things. But it was hard to think through stuff whenever the person who is the subject of those thoughts is staring right at you.
"Let's walk together then. Just me and you." She scoffed out with narrowed eyes, "Just go back to your boyfriend. You cause me too much pain." Lukas refused to oblige, wrapping an arm around her slender waist. Huffing out miserably, Emilla ended up walking with Lukas in awkward silence. Suddenly a frightening realization dawned upon Lukas and he halted in his footsteps, causing Emilla to jerk backwards. "What's the big deal?" She demanded with an arched brow. "Last night... I didn't wear a condom."
She gave him a confused look, "So? What's the big deal with that?" What he was implying didn't click in her head right away. Norway clutched his head, he had an instant migraine coming on. "Oh god, and I didn't pull out. Shit." Emilla was still waiting for him to continue on as to why that was such a big deal. Then it hit her. "Oh no. Oh no, no, no, no. This is not going to happen. I don't think so." She instantly felt a lump of dread drop into the pit of her stomach and she dry heaved right there. The thought absolutely sickened her.
Lukas grabbed her by her shoulders with a slight tremble, staring directly into her eyes. Emilla's head was spinning and her vision started to blur due to the anxious tears. "Why didn't you pull out?" She demanded an answer and quick. Lukas frowned, almost ashamed of himself when he muttered loud enough for her to hear, "I was caught up in the heat of the moment. That look in your eyes kept me going at it."
Lukas continued a bit more, "And to be honest it hadn't even occurred to me at the moment." She wiped her eyes with the backs of her hands, "Of course something like this would happen. It just had to be me." If she had been feeling bad before, it was nothing compared to what she was feeling now. Because on top of her heartbreak and anger, a heavy brick of fear dropped onto her emotional load. She dropped her head into the palms of her hand and started to bawl. Passersby started staring, and Lukas was trying to calm her down without going into a panic attack himself. He slowly ushered her home, trying to think about something other than the problem at hand.
Vlad glanced up from a magical book he was previously reading. His eyes widened at the sight of Emilla bawling her eyes out with Lukas wrapping an arm around her waist. "What's wrong?" Vlad asked in a hurry as he shot up from the couch and approached the weeping girl, "What happened?"
He placed a hand on her shoulder, but Emilla kept her eyes trained on the floor and shook her head. She wasn't going to say it. Vlad turned to Lukas and his mouth just opened and closed like a fish. Now Vlad was worried. If Emilla was in near-hysterics and Lukas was speechless, then something was royally wrong. "Okay..." He said, "You guys are really freaking me out right now."
Lukas stumbled out a simple, "I-I...oh god." Before covering his mouth with his hands. Vlad saw tears starting to form at the corners of Lukas' eyes and he started to panic. Lukas never cried. "Alright, letting me know the secret would be great...any time now." Emilla looked up at him and between choked sobs was able to manage a, "I might be pregnant."
Vlad's eyes were the size of a full moon in October and his jaw dropped to the floor. His facial expression switched rapidly from awestruck to perplexed and lastly betrayal. "How the fuck did this happen?" He couldn't control his menacing glare at his distraught boyfriend. Neither of them answered and Vlad became increasingly distressed. "Lukas, how did she get pregnant? I thought I gave you a fucking condom the other night!" Lukas sniffled with a small choked sob in response to his livid reaction.
Vlad groaned out and knotted his hands in his hair. He couldn't believe this. This isn't what he had expected to happen at all. He took a deep breath, he was trying very hard to keep a level head. If all three of them broke into hysterics they'd be in huge trouble.
After a few more deep breaths he turned to the two sitting on the couch. "Tell me what happened." He demanded, trying to sound a bit softer, but it was still stern. "L-last night..." Lukas started, ashamed to be admitting this, but it had to be said. "Last night we had sex, and I completely forgot about a condom." Vlad sighed. But then perked up a bit, "Wait, just last night. Then you don't know if she's actually pregnant then, right?" Vlad knew how this worked. He'd been involved in his fair share of pregnancy scares in the past. He continued, "Like, there's a chance you guys completely missed the window."
Emilla slumped over and muttered with remnants of worry, "I-I'm scared." Lukas gnawed on his bottom lip, dropping his head in shame. Vlad gulped down his underlying disappointment, but suddenly the thought of Lukas having sex with Emilla behind his back was not something he deemed permissible in their relationship. He feared that Lukas would fall in love with his own sister. "Lukas, I need you to stop having sex with her."
Emilla snapped her head up, "You don't have to worry about that. He's already made it loud and clear that he doesn't feel anything towards me." Vlad nodded, "Good. It's for the best." He hadn't meant it to sound harsh, but he needed to make sure Lukas knew it wasn't okay. All three of them together was one thing, but going behind his back was something different. And it hurt, a lot.
Emilla wiped her tears away with the back of her hand and silently departed from the area. Leaving the couple to their own privacy on the couch, Emilla decided to change into something different. A pair of Lukas' favorite jean shorts that he bought for her and a sunflower tank top that exposed her slender waist. She strapped on her sandals and grabbed her cellphone before leaving her bedroom. She was going to leave this house if it were the last thing she did. She surrendered to the fact that her and Lukas would be nothing beyond siblings.
She walked back into the living room and saw that Vlad and Lukas had disappeared into a different part of the house. This relieved her a bit, at least they wouldn't fight her at the door.
She stepped out into the air and took a deep breath in, she was terrified. She could feel her hands trembling. She set off down the sidewalk, surely she'd find somewhere to go and relax.
Vlad and Lukas had retreated back into their bedroom, Vlad stated that they needed to talk, and they had more privacy in the back bedroom. He was still highly offended, absolutely livid that his boyfriend would go behind his back like that. "Why would you do something like that Lukas?" Lukas was sitting on the foot of the bed, and Vlad was pacing back and forth nervously. He shrugged, still dazed from earlier. "I don't know what came over me. I know it's wrong but I just, I just couldn't help myself." Vlad continued to pace in front of him, chewing violently on his thumbnail. He walked over to the dresser and dug around in one of the top drawers and pulled out a small box.
He knelt down in front of Lukas and opened the box, revealing a pretty, and simple, silver band. "Lukas, do you know what this is?" Lukas stared at it, the words caught in his throat. Vlad answered for him, "It's an engagement ring. One I picked out especially for you." He took it out of the box and admired it, "And I want you to have it. I want you to marry me." Tears started to well up in his eyes. He nodded, not believing what was happening. Vlad held tight onto the ring though. "Before you can answer me, I want to make sure that you aren't going to chase after Emilla. I don't want you going behind my back anymore." He put the ring back in the box and tucked it away. He looked up into Lukas' teary eyes and pushed back his loose bangs before pressing a quick kiss to his lips, "Please let me marry you Lukas."
Lukas sniffled for many reasons. He would have never imagined Vlad actually proposing to him, but it wasn't all of the way. There were mixed feelings and Lukas glanced away. "Vlad, I want you to marry me..." His voice trailed off, concerning Vlad right away. There was indecision in his voice. This observation made Vlad frown deeply. His heart shattered into a million pieces. "You have feelings for her, don't you?" Lukas snapped his attention back to Vlad, "No! I have no feelings for her." He knew he was lying, but he wanted to be with his boyfriend. "I trust you, love. I love you." Lukas couldn't restrain the smile that graced his lips. "I love you, too." Vlad was not going to proposed to him until Lukas was one hundred percent sure about them and their future.
Emilla walked along the sidewalk, glancing into various storefronts and passing various stores and cafés. She wasn't in the mood to go to either. She didn't like shopping and her appetite was gone. She still wanted to go somewhere to think. Then she passed the sign for the town's public library. She smiled. That was perfect! A place that was quiet and safe. And if she wanted she could read a book. She backtracked a bit and walked towards the library. She walked inside and it was just what she wanted; peace and quiet. She walked up the stairs towards the mystery section. She enjoyed a good mystery every once in a while. She picked her book and quickly found a chair in a far corner of the library. She sat down and started reading, allowing the story to take her away from her worries.
She had gotten quite enveloped in the plot, trying to figure out who killed the king, that she hadn't even noticed someone sit down across from her. When they cleared their throat to catch her attention, she jumped up in surprise.
She glanced up to meet a pair of light blue eyes that were full of energy. He was actually enchanting to say the least. She caught herself blushing a light pink when she heard something along the lines of, "You're very beautiful!" Mumbling a tiny "thank you", she resumed reading the book that he disrupted her from a few seconds ago. "My name is Mathias." His voice was soft, considering it was a library. She peeked over the book timidly, "My name is Emilla." She flinched away with a small gasp when he stood up and leaned in towards her curled up figure. "Oh, I didn't mean to frighten you," he chuckled and whispered in a flirty tone, "Emilla."
She gave him a nervous smile. She came here to read and be alone and in peace. He was hovering over her and the attention was making her feel uncomfortable. "Can I help you?" She whispered, glancing up at him. He realized he was staring and stepped back a bit, "Oh sorry, didn't mean to frighten you again." He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. He really wanted to talk to this girl because she was alone and she was gorgeous. "So..." He started, gaining her attention, "What are you reading? Is it any good?" She nodded, "Yes. It's a murder mystery and I'm trying to figure out who did it...I can't decide if it was the butler or the detective himself..." The last half was mumbled, more to herself than to him. He smiled, "That sounds like a good book." She nodded and kept reading. She really wanted to finish it.
Mathias smiled sweetly at her, stepped away to sit down, and watched as she turned her attention back to the book she was engrossed in. He peeped over the magazine, making sure she wasn't looking, and his eyes scanned her body. He had never seen a gorgeous woman such as the one sitting right across from him. He almost felt honored that she even acknowledged him. His eyes traveled from her plush pink lips to her pushed up cleavage and her long legs that were barely covered by her shorts. He waited in silence; half paying attention to the magazine in his hands. Emilla closed the book with an expression of satisfaction.
"Was the ending as good as you thought it would be?" He asked as soon as the book hit the small table in between them. "Yes." She said, "I figured it out right before the big reveal." He smiled, "Good, so was it the butler or the detective?" She smiled at him, "I guess you'll have to read it and find out." He smiled back at her, "I might just take you up on that offer. But only if you take me up on mine." She cocked her head, "What do you mean?" He just smiled, "Don't worry, I just want to take you out for coffee. What do you say?" She pondered it for a second, "Uhm, I don't know..." He smiled again, "Oh come on, it's my treat and I know a place right next door that has awesome coffee. She bit her bottom lip, she didn't know if she could trust him or not, but he was eagerly staring at her, waiting for her reply. "Oh alright. I'll go." Mathias did an internal fist pump and jumped up, offering his hand to her, "Let's go!"
Hesitantly accepting his hand, she blushed at his towering height and involuntarily tried to cover her cleavage in vain. However, the way it was designed, it fell back down to allow him to side glance for an eyeful of it. He led them out of the library and, as he mentioned before, into the neighboring coffee shop.
It was nice and simple, not too flashy. And there were only two other people in there as well. This made her feel a bit more comfortable. She wasn't alone with this man and they didn't have a huge audience. They walked up to the counter and Mathias told her to get whatever she wanted. Lucky for him, she wasn't really wanting anything more than a simple cup of coffee with cream and sugar. He ordered something similar, along with a cake, insisting that he get one for her too. She caved into the cake and they sat down at one of the tables and waited for their coffee. "Where are you from Emilla? I've never seen you here before." She shrugged, "Well, I'm from here through and through." He shook his head, "That's amazing. I thought I knew just about everyone in this town, and your beautiful face is surely one I wouldn't forget." She blushed at the obvious compliment, and before she had to say anything a cup of coffee was placed in front of her that she immediately brought to her lips.
"Do you go out often?" He probed, edging towards maybe a date on the town if she were to answer with a negative. "No, not really." Score. Mathias reached over to place his hand over her dainty hand with a dashing smile, "I could show you around this amazing town. I'll take you on adventures and show you the world." This excited Emilla and the thought of freedom and adventure is exactly what she was craving. Obviously this man cared about her than Lukas would ever dream to act like he would care. "Do you have someone in your life, like a boyfriend?"
She shook her head. "No, I don't." The fact that she could be pregnant had slipped her mind, but that wasn't a big deal. Mathias smiled happily and laced their fingers together, "Let's go on a real date then." Emilla's heart fluttered and raced. She had never been on a real date, but thoughts of what had happened the last time she went out flooded back to her mind. She looked down hesitantly, what if something similar happened while they were on their date? Mathias wouldn't want anything to do with her then. He squeezed her hand, "Emilla?" She looked back up at him and was trying to not cry. That would be embarrassing. She nodded and smiled weakly, "Yeah, I'd like that."
"That's great! How about I pick you up tonight around eight?" Emilla blushed, biting her bottom lip from the excitement, and nodded vigorously. As soon as they finished their coffees, Mathias held the door open for Emilla and they walked in the direction of her home. "Now I know where to pick you up!" He released a hearty laugh. Emilla couldn't help but laugh through the restrained tears that threatened to surface. What would Lukas think about these plans? He would lock her up forever in her bedroom. Instead of disclosing her plans to him, if she were questioned, she would sneak out into the night. She would just wear the same outfit, since it was super adorable.
She walked up the steps and reached for the door handle. She turned to wave goodbye at Mathias and he was still standing there. He waved back at her and then blew a kiss her way, which made her blush furiously and smile.
She walked into the house and it was eerily quiet. Hopefully they hadn't gone looking for her. She tiptoed back to the last bedroom in the back. The door was cracked so she quietly nudged it open. She let out a sigh of relief whenever she saw both of them. They were cuddled up in bed and fast asleep. She went back to her bedroom and looked at the clock. It was only about three-thirty. She groaned, she didn't want to wait. She glanced at her phone and groaned again, she hadn't even gotten his number. She collapsed into her bed; she had butterflies and was really excited.
"I guess a nap could help pass the time?" She pondered to herself, lifting up the covers before climbing into bed. She smiled to herself, thinking about this new guy she had just met. Sighing dreamily, she allowed sleep to dominate her and she snoozed for hours. It must have been evening by the time she woke up. Lukas and Vlad were hovering above her curled up body in bed. Blinking sleepily in confusion, she mumbled out, "what's wrong?"
"Are you feeling alright?" Lukas asked, "It's not like you to take naps." Emilla noted how Vlad had his arm possessively wrapped around Lukas. She was irritated for a moment, but then she remembered that she had a date and it made her feel better. She nodded, "Yeah, I feel fine. I was just tired I guess." Lukas looked at what she was wearing, "Why are you dressed like that?" She frowned, "Maybe because this is what you bought me to wear? I don't know. Sorry I wanted to wear clothes." Lukas pushed off her obvious attitude. "Well, we're going out on a date. So, here's money for a pizza or something." He dug a twenty out of his wallet and handed it to her. "I don't know when we'll be back but please stay safe and if you need me, I'll have my phone."
She nodded, trying to control the smile that was threatening to break out across her face. This made everything a whole lot easier. She checked the clock, it was only seven so she had some time still to get ready. She ushered them out the door and waved goodbye as they loaded up in the car and drove off. The second they were gone she closed the door and almost screamed "Yes!" She went back to the bathroom and started fixing her hair. She had a bit of a bed head from her nap.
The hour flew by faster than expected and the knocks at the door sent her heart racing. "Coming!" She sang ecstatically as she scurried out of her room, through the living room, and up to the front door. She unlocked and swung it open in a rush with a grin on her face at the sight of her outstandingly handsome date.
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