Brooke
I am freaking out more than I should be about my date with Evan. It isn’t like we are strangers. But perhaps that is why I am so nervous because we have known each other a long time and now, after being only best friends, we are finally going on a date. I still had no idea where we were going. He would be here in an hour, and I still hadn’t decided what to wear. I have done my make-up, but nothing else. I need to get my ass in gear because I think he has made a reservation for us.
I stand next to my bed and stare at the multiple outfits I have on it. I have been trying to decide for the last forty minutes which one I want to wear. I groan in frustration and decide to do my hair and come back to them.
I sit on the floor in front of the mirror to dry it. I plan to straighten it a
