**FIRST DATE SCENE**
A yawn escapes my lips as I turn around in my bed, yanking my coves up more to snuggle into them. When I sleep, I’m the least bit attractive. I turn every which way and flop around like a fish, my hair is frizzy, and my face looks like a relaxed lizard. It’s not pretty.
To check what time it is, I shoot a hand out over my nigh stand, reaching for my phone. I crack my eyes open, blinking a few times to adjust. I don’t have my contacts in, nor my glasses on so it’s a bit blurry.
9:12.
Another yawn exits my lips and I run a hand over my knotty bed head. My eyes land on something in the corner of my room, sitting at my desk, grinning sheepishly at me. I sit straight up, eyes wide. “Holy Jesus!” I shriek, calming my pounding heart. “You scared me!”
“Sorry,” He apologizes. “I came in here to wake you up…realized you looked too cute to wake up…so I started snooping around your room instead.” He holds up a picture of us when we were ten during Halloween. We went as Jesse and Woody from Toy Story. “You still have this?”
I stretch my arms out, yawning. “Yeah. I got a ton more, too.” I take my covers off, heading over to him. “And I don’t look cute when I sleep. I drool, I talk, I toss and turn, that’s anything but cute.”
“It’s cute to me,” He murmurs, picking up another picture of us. He’s kissing my cheek, and I was caught off guard. My mom probably snapped it when we weren’t looking. “Wow. I haven’t seen this picture in a while.”
“It’s my favorite,” I murmur.
He grins, reaching out to grab my waist and pull me down on his lap. He reaches up and kisses me. I slide more fully down on his lap so we’re about the same height. Scene pulls his head out of the kiss, sighing happily. “I’m so glad I can do that now.”
“Me too,” I agree.
“Every time I saw you with Jake I wanted to rip you away from him…” He trails off. “I hated it.”
“Angelica’s no prize either…”
A rumbling chuckle escapes his lips when he presses them to my cheek. “Jealous?”
I smirk, hoisting myself off his lap. He looks a little pained when I do that. I dance over to my bathroom. “Not really,” I sing song, taking out my contact lenses case to put them in.
After a moment of quiet shuffling, he wonders into my bathroom with a not so happy look on his face. “That wasn’t nice.”
I shrug. “Never said I was.” I go to pick up one of my contacts, but Scene makes a noise and swipes the case away from me. “Scene!”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, what do we have here?” He sings, inspecting the tiny case. “I was wondering where those glasses went.”
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The Jersey Girl
Romance'Scene doesn’t even acknowledge that Angelica, his girlfriend of two years, is in the room, watching us make out against my fake boyfriend’s kitchen wall. Wow, my life is screwed up with a capital S.' Pia Lombardi hates New Jersey. Period. When she...
