Started with a project

November the first.

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I go up from my bed as I'm trying to wake myself up a little bit more. God, I wouldn't be doing this for anyone else if it weren't for Lucy. I could never see myself awake at 6 am but here I am, managing to brush my teeth. I take a look at myself on the little mirror and almost scare myself. What have you put me up to Lucy?

I go out from the bathroom and put on a regular V-neck T-shirt, white and a pair of light, ripped out Ambercrombie and Fitch jeans.

I groan, thinking of the fact that Lucy made me wake up so early on a Saturday. How is that even legal? As I groan much more, my phone starts ringing. Who would call me this early in the morning? Must be Lucy.

I reach for my phone and pick it up.

''Tyler speaking.''

''Aaaah, I'm so excited!'' I hear a squealing Lucy on the phone.

I chuckle, enough to let her hear.

''Sorry! I know I was supposed to keep a low profile but seriously, I won't be able to thank you enough and God, I'm so excited!'' She continues.

''I know.'' I respond at her and do my hair.

''Just, please.. Don't ever make me wake up at 6 am again. I don't wanna be the one that stands in line for 13 hours!'' I groan.

''Sorry for that...'' She says, sounding excited.

I finish doing my hair and put my Calvin Klein cologne on carefully.

''I'm done, what about you?'' I ask her.

''I was done long time ago.'' She replies.

Is she kidding me? How long has she been awake?

''What?!''

''Uha. I've also been able to eat breakfast and paint my nails in red.''

Man, she was fast!

''When did you even wake up?'' I ask, really confused.

''5.00.'' She responds lightly.

I know for a fact that she isn't a morning person so it's gotta be the excitement.

''Look, I need to eat some cereal but I'll drive down to your house in 10 minutes.''

''Okay, but don't take too long!''

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I'm standing on Lucy's doorstep, waiting for her to open the door. I'm excited to meet her and also excited to watch Ed Sheeran perform live.

Within two seconds, she opens the door and steps out.

She's wearing a flannel shirt that was open so it was showing her black tank top under it and a pair of red jeans. To that, she wore black converse.

''Okay, what are you wearing?'' She asks, raising an eyebrow at me.

''Clothes?'' I question and laugh a little.

''Ty! We're going to a concert, not a party!'' She says, rolling her eyes at me.

I just stand there, not knowing what to say. My clothes were regular! I wore white converse for example. She did too, so she can't complain exactly..

She grabs my hand and drags me along with her to the car.

As I'm driving the car, I keep looking over at Lucy every five seconds. It's just something about her that makes me wanna smile. I really wanna know what she's thinking right now. All she does is keeping her eyes on the road but smiling back at me every time I look at her.