Dahlia Martinez. A girl with attitude, wit, and an extreme need for academic validation.
Blake Austin. A compassionate guy who has priorities...mostly.
Home troubles and past issues force Dahlia to a new school for her final year of highschool. S...
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I am stressing.
What do people even wear to hang out at a friend's house? I clearly have very little experience with this.
When Blake called to invite me, I was very close to declining all together. I didn't want to leave mom with the boys after a long day, but she was persistent on me going.
Her words exactly were, "It's about time you had a social life."
Now I am sitting on my bed, staring at my closet. Is the dress code like comfy?
Decision made, I will text Fallon and Aaliyah. We have a little group chat which I used to rarely respond to, but they were adamant on me texting back.
Me: Anything specific I should wear tonight?
Fallon: OMG! You decided to come?
Me: Felt bad for not going bowling earlier.
Aaliyah: Mhm, or you just want to see Blake.
Fallon: I knew you two had a thing for each other!!!
Does everyone on planet Earth assume me and Blake are together?
Me: We don't have a thing for each other. Now can you please answer my question?
Fallon: We're all dressing pretty casual and comfy.
Aaliyah: I'm literally wearing pajamas.
That makes me smile. Aaliyah seems to always not give a fuck about anything, and I admire that.
Me: Ok, see you soon.
Digging through what little clothes I have, I find some simple gray sweatpants. God I love being comfy. I pair it with a navy blue tee that has some white lettering embedded on it. No clue where this is from, but it'll work.
I throw my curls into a simple messy bun and put on a couple coats of mascara, throwing on a simple clear gloss.
Now that I'm ready, I have about 20 more minutes before mom gets here. No clue when Blake will be here to pick me up.
That only leaves me with one thing to do. Taylor Swift.
I put on Speak Now, my personal favorite album, and jam the hell out. My bedroom is my safe space to dance and sing my heart out.
While I'm doing probably some awkward dance move, there's a knock on my bedroom door.
When I turn, there's Blake and Emerson standing there.
Emerson is staring at me trying to contain his laughter very badly. I want to hit him in the head right then and there.
Blake is a whole different story. He's standing there with the biggest smirk on his face I think I've ever seen.
