Cinderella rushed around her dorm room feverishly, trying to put herself together in the twenty minutes she swore to Caleb that she would be ready by. She had showered earlier that morning and she ran a finger through her still neat curls before sticking a hand band on and pushing her hair back. Grabbing a pair of jeans from the closet, she threw on some ballet flats and a flowy top before touching up her makeup. She had no idea why she was feeling something akin to nervousness quivering inside of her stomach, but she let it pass as she grabbed her wristlet and slid it around her hand.
Hearing a knock on the door, she turned quickly, giving herself another onceover in the mirror before sucking in a deep breath and pulling the door open. “Hey bubbers. Is this appropriate motorcycle gear?” she asked, snagging a jacket off of the coatrack by the door and pointing down at her outfit. “Since you’re the expert and all.”
Oh, I’m not, I’m just saying that you see yourself a lot different than you actually are. No, that halo is a figment of your imagination. You don’t get that, do you? You should, I thought I always make you feel special. Don’t worry, you won’t be let down. I promise. I’ll be waiting at your door, sweetie. Isn’t it? Make sure you wear jeans or shorts, you can wear a dress or something and ride a motorcycle.
You do realize that I’m just fucking with you, right? I totally know I don’t wear and halo and I actually hate being called a good-two-shoes. But now I’m starting to believe you think I’m stupid. Hmmm.. Well, you do, most of the time, yeah. Being the only one who knows the real you definitely does the job. I trust you. Sounds good, jeans it is.
I know for a fact that you would do both of those things. Lie and embarrass me. You’re not the ‘goody-two-shoes’ everyone thinks you are! Only for you, Ellie. I’ll be a sweetheart for you, okay? Well, get ready and I’ll come around. Maybe I’ll even take you there on my motorcycle. Wow.
Excuse me? I can’t help but feel like you’re attacking my character. I’m an innocent little angel, don’t you see the halo? Only for me? I feel special, then. Alright, I’m going to hold you to that whole sweetheart thing. Alright, give me about twenty minutes and I’ll be good to go. This is getting more exciting by the second.
Those are lies. I feel like you’re just saying that to embarrass me. What? C’mon, just because my last relationship was complete shit doesn’t mean I’ve given up on being a sweetheart. You of all people should know that. Well, I’ll try to make it the best Chipotle visit you’ve ever had.
Are you accusing me of being a liar?! I would never! And I would never embarrass you either. Sheesh, it’s like you don’t know me at all. Anyway, you shouldn’t give up on being a sweetheart! That’s the spirit. Hmm.. Okay, I’m patiently waiting, then.
Show you off. I’m not getting mushy, how is that mushy? Enlighten me, babe. Yeah, that fact that I come back an hour later with a girl who isn’t even ordering food. Wow. I know, I know I am.
It just is mushy, trust me on this one. I know all there is to know about mushiness. Hmm.. Well, I can order it, if you’re so embarrassed of looking weird. I never thought you would be, but I’m impressed. I can’t wait to see what will happen on our almost-date, then.
I mean, I’d be proud to show off my almost girlfriend. It’s be nice, right? If you come with me, I’ll order and pay and everything. But going back in there after I just came out is weird.
Show me off? Listen to you, getting all mushy on me. I approve. Anyway, that sounds really nice. It wouldn’t be weird, you just went back with me because I was hungry. What a loving almost-boyfriend you are.
But you’re basically my girlfriend, so.. Kidding. Sure, why not. I’m bored. You could even come out with me! Wow.
Am I? Well, that’s news to me. Wow, actually going out in public with you?! This is a first, but yeah, let’s go. I want a steak burrito like.. yesterday.
Ouch, that hurts. You should’ve texted me or something. I can go back if you’d like.
I can’t read your mind to know when you’re going places, but hmm.. Really?