“Ethan?” I waited for him to turn around. “I love you, I will always love you.”
He walked back to me, kissed my forehead, and murmured, “I love you too, don’t ever doubt that. Be careful, and have fun tonight.”
After he had left my room, I made a mad dash to get ready. Back in the bathroom, I smoothed over my red nose and puffy eyes with a cool washcloth. I reapplied the mascara and lip gloss, brushed my hair, parted it, and left it down. Back in my bedroom, I put on a pale green sundress—I only had two dresses, and this was the least formal of the two. I didn’t do heels or those stupid strappy sandals, either. I was a total sneaker and flip flop kinda girl. I didn’t know jack about fashion or what was in season. Personally, I thought some of the stuff girls did to themselves to look fashionable was appalling.
I put on my favorite pair of white Chuck Taylors, and did a quick once over in the mirror. Feeling as ready as I could be, I grabbed my white knit sweater and my nicer handbag, and walked out of the bedroom. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was ten ‘til, and I tried to calm my nerves. I felt like my insides were all thrown into the washing machine and left on the spin cycle. I made my way into the kitchen, thinking a drink would do me good. Actually, I just needed to move or I was going to explode from nervous tension.
I saw the outgoing mail still in a pile on the counter and, figuring neither Grandpa nor Ethan saw them, I put the stack in my bag. As I was taking my first drink of water, the doorbell rang. The nerves that I thought I had gotten under control were back with a vengeance. I downed the rest of the water and noticed my hand was shaking as I put the glass on the counter. “It’s just dinner,” I told myself. Obviously I was talking out loud, because I heard Ethan chuckle behind me.
I turned around and saw not only was Ethan standing there, but Grandpa and Carter as well. Great, just… great.
“I’m glad to see you’re ready, Taryn, you look beautiful,” Carter said as he reached out and grabbed my hand. “Are you hungry?” he asked.
Truthfully, right then the thought of food made me want to puke. I couldn’t imagine what the damage would be if I actually ate.
“Um, yeah I am,” I lied, with a smile of course. In turn, he smiled back at me and I took notice of how handsome he was. He was wearing a gray t-shirt that said, I know the voices in my head aren’t real, but sometimes their ideas are brilliant in blue print across his chest.
I snorted after I read his shirt—actually snorted. He laughed, and I couldn’t help but giggle.
Ethan and Grandpa must have thought we were ridiculous, standing there laughing at each other like a couple of fools. But I couldn’t take my eyes away from Carter—there was no word I could use to describe him other than beautiful. I stopped ogling before it became embarrassing.
“Shall we?” he asked while directing me toward the door. I grabbed my bag and sweater off the counter.
“Yes, we shall.” I stopped by Ethan who was now standing in the entryway, surprisingly grinning at me. I stepped into him, and gave him a light hug.
“Call me if you need anything, I’m not going anywhere tonight,” he whispered in my ear.
“No worries,” I whispered back.
After telling Grandpa goodnight, we made our way to his truck. Apprehension hit me when I saw that he too had a tall truck. I had been cautious of my walking, trying to hide my limp, but getting into that truck would be nearly impossible.
He walked back to me, kissed my forehead, and murmured, “I love you too, don’t ever doubt that. Be careful, and have fun tonight.”
After he had left my room, I made a mad dash to get ready. Back in the bathroom, I smoothed over my red nose and puffy eyes with a cool washcloth. I reapplied the mascara and lip gloss, brushed my hair, parted it, and left it down. Back in my bedroom, I put on a pale green sundress—I only had two dresses, and this was the least formal of the two. I didn’t do heels or those stupid strappy sandals, either. I was a total sneaker and flip flop kinda girl. I didn’t know jack about fashion or what was in season. Personally, I thought some of the stuff girls did to themselves to look fashionable was appalling.
I put on my favorite pair of white Chuck Taylors, and did a quick once over in the mirror. Feeling as ready as I could be, I grabbed my white knit sweater and my nicer handbag, and walked out of the bedroom. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was ten ‘til, and I tried to calm my nerves. I felt like my insides were all thrown into the washing machine and left on the spin cycle. I made my way into the kitchen, thinking a drink would do me good. Actually, I just needed to move or I was going to explode from nervous tension.
I saw the outgoing mail still in a pile on the counter and, figuring neither Grandpa nor Ethan saw them, I put the stack in my bag. As I was taking my first drink of water, the doorbell rang. The nerves that I thought I had gotten under control were back with a vengeance. I downed the rest of the water and noticed my hand was shaking as I put the glass on the counter. “It’s just dinner,” I told myself. Obviously I was talking out loud, because I heard Ethan chuckle behind me.
I turned around and saw not only was Ethan standing there, but Grandpa and Carter as well. Great, just… great.
“I’m glad to see you’re ready, Taryn, you look beautiful,” Carter said as he reached out and grabbed my hand. “Are you hungry?” he asked.
Truthfully, right then the thought of food made me want to puke. I couldn’t imagine what the damage would be if I actually ate.
“Um, yeah I am,” I lied, with a smile of course. In turn, he smiled back at me and I took notice of how handsome he was. He was wearing a gray t-shirt that said, I know the voices in my head aren’t real, but sometimes their ideas are brilliant in blue print across his chest.
I snorted after I read his shirt—actually snorted. He laughed, and I couldn’t help but giggle.
Ethan and Grandpa must have thought we were ridiculous, standing there laughing at each other like a couple of fools. But I couldn’t take my eyes away from Carter—there was no word I could use to describe him other than beautiful. I stopped ogling before it became embarrassing.
“Shall we?” he asked while directing me toward the door. I grabbed my bag and sweater off the counter.
“Yes, we shall.” I stopped by Ethan who was now standing in the entryway, surprisingly grinning at me. I stepped into him, and gave him a light hug.
“Call me if you need anything, I’m not going anywhere tonight,” he whispered in my ear.
“No worries,” I whispered back.
After telling Grandpa goodnight, we made our way to his truck. Apprehension hit me when I saw that he too had a tall truck. I had been cautious of my walking, trying to hide my limp, but getting into that truck would be nearly impossible.
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