MY DATE with Billy was hanging over my head like the sword of Damocles as I stood in my cartoon boxers and stared with utter hopelessness into my closet. It was a date, after all, but how dressed-up should I get? If I went too dressy, would it scare my best friend away? Too casual and he might lose the feeling of the day’s consequence. Caught somewhere in between, I grabbed a hunter green button-up my mom had once said brought out my eyes, along with a pair of black jeans. Sneakers that didn’t smell too rank would have to do. Was cologne too much? What about hair gel? Everything was starting to swirl in my head, which was starting to convince me that maybe this wasn’t such a great idea after all. I was pulled from my thoughts by the sound of the doorbell. “I’ll get it!” I yelled too quickly and darted down the stairs to grab the door. God only knew what Billy would be wearing, and if my mom saw, she might… I don’t even know what. I opened the door and stared in shock for just a moment.
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