in his arms
Chapter 12
I sat on the concrete steps outside my house. I tried to dress somewhat nicely, wearing a baby pink shirt that was ripped up the sides and on the sleeves accompanied by a pink scarf with white polka-dots and light denim shorts. I also added a hint of brown eye shadow, which was weird, because makeup was never my thing.
I wanted to look pretty for Anthony.
Everyone knew I was going on a date. Suddenly it became such a big deal. My first date ever and everyone in my family seemed to flock to it. Morgan wanted to take me out shopping to get a new outfit, but I denied her. I hated going out in public bald, I felt like all attention was directed at me. She also wanted to do my makeup, but I knew no matter how much I put on I would never be pretty. So, eye shadow would have to do.
I knew they were watching me from the windows. They wanted to wait outside with me, but I told them they couldn’t. So they’d admire from afar.
Anthony was seventeen, so he could drive. However, with his medical condition, it wasn’t the safest thing for him to do, so he arrived in a cab. We weren’t about to take our parents as chaperones, we weren’t twelve anymore.
When the cab pulled up, I stood up from the steps instantly, and reached for the door handle. A body pushed its way between my hand and the lever, and I looked up into Anthony’s eyes.
He grinned and pulled the door open for me. “After you.”
I grinned at him. “I thought chivalry only existed in books.”
“Or movies.” He shut the door behind him as he slid in next to me.
“I don’t watch movies.”
“Why not?”
I shrugged. “Books are more interesting. It’s on my bucket list, to read 100 of them. I just finished number 97.”
“Wow,” he murmured. “You’re close.”
“I’m afraid I won’t finish.”
“Why?”
“Because I can’t pay attention anymore. I can’t follow the book unless it’s being read to me.”
“What book was your favorite?”
“Stolen, by Lucy Christopher.”
He shrugged. “I’ve never read that.”
“I wouldn’t have expected you to,” I chuckled. “I read sort of girly love stories.”
“Is that a love story?”
I shook my head. “No, it’s about a girl who was kidnapped. But, most other books I read are.”
“Well, how does our relationship compare to those love stories?” he asked, a twinkling in his eyes.
I glanced up to him. “What do you mean?”
“Would this pass as a love story?” he asked, smiling and sneaking glances at me through the corners of his eyes.
I shrugged slightly. “If you want to call it that.”
All of these chapters are already pre-written, which is why I'm probably going to keep posting.
Writing and Witty are the only things that keep my mind off of reality, anyways.
Oh, and my brother's basketball games. I have an unhealthy obsession with his basketball team. Like, really unhealthy.
*I don't notify, please don't ask.*
xxHelloLovelyxx
wittyquotesgurl
Asilvvx3
poohbear102396
lovecrazy
MalloryTomlinson
NickiMinajAddict
italiangirl3
xAshleyLuvsBVB
mizztrisky