So the next night here I am, sitting on my bed, very confused? What is wrong? I’m all ready to go- it was easy. Something is wrong. I have to be missing something. Why was deciding what to wear so easy? I should be frantically pulling all the clothes I own out trying to decide something.

He told me casual, but that’s all he would say. So I chose my usual- a t-shirt and jeans or cords. I’m wearing my faded David Bowie: Ziggy Stardust shirt with some awesome dark green cords. And my hair- well my hair is crazy. And of course I have on my same old beat-up converse. So I braided it into two braids and put on a green hat. I have to say, the result doesn’t look half-bad.

But, why is this so easy? Why am I ready early? It’s confusing me. Oh well.

10 minutes later, the doorbell rings. I open it, and there he is. Stephen’s long blond hair is still a little wet, you can tell he just took a shower. He’s wearing light jeans, and a plain blue t-shirt. And converse! How perfect! And like always, he was smiling.