❝But I fell in love right when she said, 'I wanna count the freckles on your face. Rearrange them, put them in the same place.' I'm obsessed, I'm obsessed, I'm obsessed.❞ -Matt Champion, Fangs
"I need something that screams 'you're a dumbass for cheating on me,'" I explain to Alyce. "I'm thinking little black dress."
"You look hot in everything," Alyce replies as though it is simple. "But yes, I agree, little black dress is always the way to go."
I slip on my simple, fitted, black dress that I always wear for formal dinners. I put on a thin, silver necklace and silver rings to match, and put on my diamond earrings. Alyce helps me out with makeup, but she only puts on mascara and covers up small flaws.
Alyce looks at me sadly for a moment. "You're all grown up!"
I roll my eyes. "Alright, Alyce, quit it. When's Hunter picking you up?"
"In ten minutes," Alyce says. "I don't get to see you off on your first date of Senior year."
"This doesn't even count as a date," I drag out the word. "This is more of a...chat."
"Well, I hope when the date is done, you two aren't sticking your tongues down each other's throats," Alyce teases. "Just remember: he may be pretty, but he's a little bitch."
That is the moment my mom decides to walk by my open bedroom door. Her black, now greying, hair is pulled back into an elegant bun. The wrinkles under her eyes are from constantly working late shifts at the hospital, yet she still wears a kind smile.
My parents actually met at the hospital, my father working as a doctor and my mother as a psychologist. They have been married now for twenty years, as they met at quite a young age having both just graduated from med school.
"What's this I hear about a pretty boy?" My mother, Marian, asks with a raised eyebrow.
I laugh nervously. My mother knows pretty much everything that happened between Josh and I. Just like everyone, at first, she loved him and was happy about our relationship. Once I told her he cheated on me, she helped me burn his pictures and made me cookies. My dad had just watched in amusement as his wife and daughter pranced around a small fire in the backyard.
"I'm having dinner with an old friend." I reply vaguely.
"An old friend?" My mom presses. She knows that Josh is my only ex-boyfriend, and with what Alyce had just said, it doesn't take long for her to connect the dots. She gasps in shock. "Joshua?"
"Yes, but it's not a date," I defend hastily. "We're just getting dinner to talk."
A knock comes from outside the front door. All three pairs of eyes shift to the entryway. My mom drops her book and sprints for the front door. It takes about two seconds for Alyce and I to register what just happened, and we run after my mother.
The next thing I see is Hunter James hiding behind our porch's potted plant with my mother pointing a broom accusingly towards the poor boy.
"God, that woman is fast." Alyce wheezes from sprinting.
"Mom!" I exclaim, tugging the broom from her grasp.
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The Art of Falling in Love
Teen Fiction❝I never used to believe in soulmates, but now I find myself questioning every thought I once had about love. It was almost as though love was too weak a word for what I felt for him, that perhaps soulmate is indeed the correct term. Perhaps every s...
