:: (Y/N) = Your Name ::
:: (L/N) = Last Name ::
:: (D/J) = Dream Job ::
:: (F/C) = Favorite Color ::
:: (F/F) = Favorite Food ::
:: (N/N) = Nickname ::
:: (F/S) = Favorite State ::
:: September 15th, 1982; Childhood AU ::
"What to wear, what to wear, WHAT TO WEAR," I yelled as I scanned through all of my clothes. Oh, yeah, I forgot. I groaned and headed to my hall closet. I opened it and was met with 2 dresses and a a pair of high heels.
My frown turned into a smile as I saw my (F/C) dress. I grabbed it and headed to the restroom to clean up some. I can't believe I'm going on a date with my best friend! Which is weird because, y'know, we've known each other for a long time. Like, a LONG time.
Oh god.. What if he changes his mind and decides he doesn't like me? I stared at the dress that hung on the door. I looked down at the makeup on the counter and I frowned again. "I can't do this. He's going to hate me..."
I've changed so much. I'm not fun anymore, I don't tell any jokes, I've become semi-mature, and to top it all off, my own mother is dead. She passed away a few months back, right after I had gotten the mechanic job. I was so happy.. And then everything had gone to hell..
My phone rang and I answered it, pulling me out of my daydream. "Hello, (Y/N) speaking!" "Hey, (Y/N)! It's Scott. Are you almost ready?"
I gulped silently. No- "Yep! Absolutely! My address is (Y/A)." There was a click of a pen on the other end of the phone and some paper being ripped. "Alright! Thanks! I'll pick you up in about 20 minutes or so."
"Alright! Thanks, Scott."
"No problem, (Y/N). Bye!"
"Bye." I hung up.
... Well that was awkward. You can't blame the guy, though. This IS his first date, I hope. At least, if it is his first date, we'll be in on this together. Hehe... Heh..
Anyways, I shake my head and I go to get dressed. Should I wear a dress? Eh, forget it. I get the dress on and I put some makeup on. Please like me, please like me, please like me-
As soon as I get my high heels on, a knock is heard at my door. I grabbed my purse, my phone, my wallet (just in case), and I turn off all the lights, rushing to the door some. I took a deep breath and opened the door. There, dressed in a black tuxedo and a bright red tie, stood Scott himself.
He smiled at me and I smiled back. "Hi Scott," I started. Please don't be awkward. "Hi, (Y/N)," He said back. "Are you ready to go?"
:: I DUNNO SCOTT, AM I? Boom, cliff-hanger. Obviously there is gonna be a part 4, but I haven't thought it out yet. What character should I do next? Let me know in the comments! Love ya'll! ::
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