How do I reply back?

Do I just say: oh, i knew that, pick me up at 7.

Or should I go clueless: Bryson who?

Or, or should I be confident like: Pick me up at 7.

Plain and simple.

"All that sounds horrible." I groaned.

It's been 3 minutes already.

I have to reply now.

:

Before I could regret my reply I hit send, then put him in my contacts so I wouldn't forget who he is.

I smiled really big, then turned my music back on and hopped to the shower.

After I finished showering, I heard my doorbell ring.

That must be him.

I quickly went to the door and sure enough, it was him.

He was only dressed in a simple blue tee, yet I couldn't help but notice how good he looked in blue.

"Uh, hey. I see you're still getting ready." He replied as he stared me down in my towel.

I blushed, normally I wouldn't care if I got seen in a towel, because I just came out of the shower afterall, but now I regretted it.

"Yup. Just wait here. I'll be done soon."

I left him in my living room, then went back to my bathroom and moisturized my whole body.

Afterwards, I put on a golden face mask then walked towards my closet to pick an outfit.

"Wow, so this is why it takes girls so long to get ready, ya'll freaking pamper yourselves." Bryson replied as he sat in my bed.

I jumped and hold my silk robe tighter to my body.

"What the hell Bryce? I told you to wait in the living room."

He shrugged," I heard a noise and I got scared so I came up here with you."

I rolled my eyes. " I didn't know you were such a scaredy cat." I mocked him as I went inside my closet.

"I am human after all ThunderThighs."

I hated the little nickname he gave me, but now hearing him say it makes me blush.

"So what's that on your face for?" He asked pointing a finger at me.

"It's to make your face glowy." I replied as I layed out Outfit#1.

"You don't need that. Oh and that outfit is way too fancy for where I'm taking you."

"Where are you taking me?" I asked him as I went back into my closet to pick outfit#2.

"It's a surprise."

"Wow, like that will help with my outfit choosing." I mumbled quietly. "Was it cool outside?" I shouted.

"Well considering I'm not wearing jacket, no ThunderThighs, it's not cold outside." He yelled back sarcastically.

I thought hard and decided to just wear a denim skirt that slides up as I walk, but with shorts under it'll be fine, a white laced top tucked in, and a cropped denim jacket with my white Adidas sneakers.

It was girly yet casual, and when you don't know where your person is taking you, girly casual is always your safest bet.

I layed it out on my bed, away from Bryson , then went to the restroom to wash the mask off.

Being the dumbass that I am, I had to go back to my dresser and grab some undergarments, which was embarrassing because I could feel him staring.

"Can you not just be on your phone or something instead of staring ?" I said annoyed.

"You're interesting to watch though."

I tugged my bra and underwear close to me and quickly ran to the bathroom to put them on.

"You take so long to get ready, I thought you only took five minutes to collect yourself." He complained with his hands behind his head while staring at the ceiling.

"Just because of how I look at school?" I stated sitting in my vanity to start my makeup.

Even though I wanted to do a full glam, I decided to just stick to an everyday type of makeup, which only takes about 10 minutes to do.

"Well, yeah. You don't look like the type to take an hour to get ready."

"Please, I can take 5 hours to get ready if I really wanted to look perfect."

"Why though? You already look good as is."

My eyes widened, and I couldn't help but blush, once again, at his compliment.

"Thanks. That's really sweet of you to say."

After priming and moisturizing, I did my eyebrows, and applied a light eyeshadow to my crease, then I curled my lashes and put mascara on.

"You're welcome..."

An awkward silence erupted and I was thankful that I kept my music playing the whole time.

I finally finished my face, and lips so I sprayed some setting spray then went to change into my outfit avoiding eye contact with him.

I stared at myself in the mirror, pretty pleased with my appearance, I felt like a normal girl, and that's all that matters.

I just needed to do my hair, and I definitely needed to let it down because I wanted my butt to be covered, not that my hair covered it all, but it still helped.

So I straightened it as always and finally, I was done.

"Done!" I yelled opening the bathroom door and smiled triumphant.

"You look nice." Was all he said. No smile, no instense staring, nothing.

Just a straight face with no humor.

Wow.

Just wow.

"Ok, no need to spoil me with compliments." I replied sarcasticall annoyed with him now, " I just need to grab my purse and some jewelry."

My purse was already at the door, so I went to my vanity and picked out some jewelry.

I heard Bryson get up, and I thought he was just gonna wait for me downstairs, but instead he stood behind, his face close to my ear, and whispered," No need to get all mad ThunderThighs, you look fucking hot, as always, but don't want to create any sexual tension right?"

My heart hammered against my chest, and I swear he could possibly hear it.

I couldn't respond back, because all I felt was heat throughout my whole body, and I just wanted to grab his face and kiss him, but we all know how that ends up...

"Right." I choked out.

"I'll wait outside." He said, then left.

I needed some time to collect myself and take deep breaths before I could confront him.

I honestly felt a little embarrassed, because he discovered my disappointment in his compliment, but then again who says that?

Like-

Okay, I should probably go meet him before he thinks I'm even more weird.

His cool car from last time was parked outside my house, and damn how I almost forgot how cool it was that I still admired it.

"You look like you're more into my car than me." He beamed as he opened the door for me.

Shit, did he really say that?

Good thing I was wearing blush, because that made things a whole lot harder.

After he got in, instead of touching everything like I did last time, I just sat there and waited for him to turn the music on, or start a conversation.

To my biggest disappointment, neither of those happened, the only thing that appeared was the awkwardness that stood between us.

"Well you're not as touchy as the last time you were in here." Atlast he spoke.

"Learned my lesson."

"Which was?" He asked looking at me then back at the road.

"Not touching people's stuff without their permission."

He chuckled, " I think you were supposed to learn that as a kid instead, I know I did."

I couldn't help but smile at his response, I forgot how easy it was to talk to him.

After realizing I liked him, I didn't know what to say or how to act then, but now I realized how much of a goof he was at times, that it was hard not respond back with a witty comment.

"And what event made you learn that?"

He didn't want to answer, and the smile he kept on his face made me stare alittle too long.

"Well, honestly it's kinda embarrassing, for me."

"C'mon, you were a kid. Everything we did was embarrassing."

He still didn't respond.

"Come on! Tell me!" I exclaimed amused shoving him alittle, he laughed then got hold of my hand.

I froze and stared at our hands, he looked at me for a moment then let go.

I sat back in my seat. Awkward.

"If I tell you, promise not to tell anyone?"

"I promise."

"Not even Crystal."

"Oh come on, you know best friend code, even your best friend has to know."

"ThunderThighs.." He warned.

I groaned, "Okay, okay. I promise I won't tell anyone, not even my best friend."

"Good." He said satisfied.

"Well, tell me the story!" I leaned in closer to hear him.

"So, one time, when I was at least five or six years old, I was in my moms room playing hide and seek under her bed." He smiled really big, as he remembered that day, and I smiled as well, seeing him this happy made me happy as well. " She had a king sized bed, so I crawled into the center of the bed, so my foot or hand won't stick out, not that they would since I was a pretty small little boy, but anyways, I noticed this box under the bed, and being a curious kid I grabbed it and opened it, I didn't know what it was then.." He covered his face in embarrassment for a moment, and I found it so cute that he was. "They were condoms, and I thought they were balloons, so I decided to ditch hide and seek and play with the balloons instead."

"No!" I yelled already laughing.

He laughed as well," My mom found me blowing one, and she gasped really loudly then took it away and started yelling at me saying to not touch things that weren't yours."

"Oh my gosh, did she tell you what they really were?"

"No I was five ThunderThighs! She just told me to not touch her things ever again."

"I did not expect that at all. Damn, that really is embarrassing."

"I told you."

I couldn't stop smiling, just picturing little Bryson doing that, was just too much.

He looked at me, and smiled, "Stop laughing!"

"I'm not! I'm not!" I yell, still evidently, laughing.

"You're laughing!"

"I can't help it, it's really amusing!"

He laughed, "Well I guess it is pretty funny."

"Yeah it is. So, where are you taking me?"

"Food. Walk in the park. Somewhere where we can just talk, because like I said: I needed to see you."

"Oh. Well what do you want to talk about?"

Don't get me wrong. It sounded great, like a normal, chatty date, and that's fine, but I couldn't help but wander if it's because of his dad, because if it is...everythings gonna go downhill from here.

"I'll tell you after we get to our destination."

"Right."

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