The Nerd

Thomas likes yellow.

"Ermm..with what exactly?" He asks.

"Can you help me, you know, improve on myself?" I ask in return.

"You mean your looks?" He asks, a wide grin on his face.

"Yes. Can you help to make him notice me?" I ask hesitantly.

"Now that is what I can do", he says.

" I...this was not what I had in mind, Ray" I say uncertainly staring at my reflectionin the mirror.

We are currently at Ray's place after closing from school. He promised to give me a complete makeover, but currently I'm not certain at the results. It took us two hours to completely dye my hair, now it is midnight black but that's not the source of my discomfort. I'm dressed from he'd to toe in black. Black ripped jeans, ripped top, lip rings on my lower lip, dark eyeliner, black skull bracelets and black combat boots. I'm in complete goth gear.

"I know. I should have chosen pink for your hair" he says looking thoughtful.

"I mean everything, Ray. They are so not me" I say, while retrieving my grey hoodie and slacks, but I can't find my footwear.

"C'mon, it looks good on you", he says.

"Thanks Ray, but I don't feel comfortable" I say, heading to the bathroom. After changing back to my clothes and cleaning off the makeup, I grab my bag.

"Thanks for the effort Ray, maybe I'm born to be a dork. Sorry." I say crestfallen.

"Aha! I will introduce you to a friend. She can fix you up." Ray assures me, while going through his phone.

"Sorry, I can't do this" I say, sorrow evident in my voice.

"Missy, I promised to help you and it still stands", he says.

" Okay" I sighed.

"See you tomorrow?" He asks me, coming for a hug.

"Yes" I return the hug and turn to leave. Wait!

"Ray?"

"Hmm?"

"Where's my footwear?" I ask him, narrowing my eyes in suspicion.

"You mean the Crocs? The dog ate it." He says, shrugging.

"What?"

"Thomas ate it up."

"Who is Thomas? The Rottweiler or the German shepherd?" I ask, arms akimbo.

"Betty is too old for that" he says, while laying back on his bed and going through his phone.

Just then, the culprit walks in, the straps hanging from his mouth. He drops it on my foot, and looks up at me. He looks smug and I hate him already.

"You can stop staring at Thomas now, he likes yellow", he says.

" I could lend you my sneakers if you want."

I sigh in defeat. "Fine".

Fifteen minutes later, I arrive at our doorstep. Dad closed early from work today,His truck is parked outside. I press the doorbell twice and wait for dad to come to the door, bouncing on my heels. Someone opens the door and it's not dad. It's a girl from work, she's putting on dad's T-shirt.