"I wanna be the only place that you wanna be"

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"Ahhh!" Mya exclaims in the quiet clothing store and I shush her embarrassingly. "Shit, sorry but I just ahhhh."

"Yeah how do you think I feel, I can't stop thinking about it."

"How was it?" She asks and holds up a white dress , I shake my head and she puts it back.

"Honestly, better than I expected. I've heard so many stories of people hating their first times so, I guess I got lucky." I shrug as if it's not a big deal but I've been so giddy inside about everything that's happened between us. I wanna keep it to myself, I can't take anyone potentially bursting my bubble.

"So when are you gonna tell your mom?" The thought brings me back to reality.

"I don't know. It's so complicated," she shoots me an unconvincing look, "It is! She's gonna hate the fact that I've been hiding this from her. She's also not gonna like who I'm dating. Then I can't use you as an excuse anymore, she'll never believe me again."

"You're making a lot of assumptions, especially since you haven't even tried to bring it up to her." I frown at her.

"You can let me be wrong sometimes." I say.

"No, I can't. I wouldn't be your friend if I did." She picks up a dark blue velvet dress.

"That one. He'll probably try to pull it off in the drive way." We laugh at the thought. "Why are we even talking about me when you got a date tonight?!"

"You just want to change the subject, but I'm so excited! He's so fine, I've been waiting for him to ask me out for forever. I haven't gotten any in so long I think she might not work anymore." She says, fake pouting and looking down at her crotch.

"I'm pretty sure it still works, it just needs a tune up. Which it will be getting tonight! Go try it on." I point to the dressing rooms and she goes in after taking a number.

I take a seat on one of the benches outside the dressing rooms. I text Jacob back, he's been trying to get me to come over to his apartment all day. I already told him I can't right now but he's being stubborn. And as childish as it seems I haven't seen him that much since we came back home, I'm kind of nervous to be around him again.

I don't regret anything that we did but now that we've bared all our emotions to each other I know that there's no where to go but up. I'm scared of self sabotaging a relationship with one of the best people I've ever met in my life. My grandma always told me that everything that goes up has to come down in time. I don't know why she always told me that but I don't want to find out.

Mya comes out of the room. The dress hugs her in all the right places, complimenting her skin tone perfectly. She looks like the love interest of a 90s black romance film.

"If he doesn't try to fuck you in the parking lot, leave him there." We burst out laughing.

"Really? It looks that good?' She asks excitedly. My phone vibrates and I pick it up.

"Either you buy it or I will." My mother texts me that she's outside. Mya drove me here so she has to pick me up. She runs back into the room to change back into her clothes. She's back out in minutes. "Hey my mom's here and she is not patient so I gotta go." I let her know.

"Awww ok. We've got to hang out again soon, seeing you at school just isn't the same. " She hugs me.

"See you later, don't get pregnant tonight!" I yell while I walk away.

"You either!" She yells back and I laugh.

I walk outside into the cold dark night. I spot my mom's car and walk to it. She also begins driving when she sees me, meeting me halfway.

"Hey baby." She says as I get into the car.

"Hey mom."

"How's Mya doing?"

"Good, she's got a date tonight."

"Well shit, good for her!" We pull out onto the pretty empty street. "So I been meaning to talk to you, I know that we haven't been as close as we used to be since we moved here. I haven't been as open as I should have. I was thinking that I'd invite my boyfriend over for dinner sometime this week, so that you can finally meet him."

I stare ahead, through the windshield. Now I feel even worse for keeping things from her. At least she's the mom in this situation, if anyone deserves to be able to keep some things private it's her. I just don't think I can be so open again yet.

"You don't think that's a good idea?" She says when I don't respond.

"No, no, no. I think that's a great idea I would love to meet him! Finally."

"Good, I have to see what day works for him."

"It's just that," I start. "I've also been seeing someone, I'm not inviting him over to dinner though." I say, feeling obligated to share.

"What?! Daisy!" Her response startles me and I don't know how to react to it.

"Uh..."

"That is so wonderful! What's his name? When do I get to meet him? Did you meet him at school? Have I met him before?" She is definitely where I get my inquisitiveness from, so many questions.

"Mom, please."

"Sorry, I just thought that you wouldn't start dating until you were like 30 or something. You hadn't even talked about a boy since that one guy you dated in high school. I don't even remember the damn boys name. I'm also sure both of you didn't even like each other that much." She says and I think back to that relationship, if you can even call it that.

"You'll meet him, just not now. I wanna see how it goes first." I lie.

"Well don't take too long, if you go missing I need to be able to tell he police who they're looking for." She states with concern in her voice.

"I don't think you have to worry about that." I laugh at her overactive mind.

"You never know." She says laughing with me, we pull into the driveway of our house.

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