"When is Jeremiah picking you up?" Elliot asked while sitting on my bed.
"In thirty minutes, and I’m really nervous. This is my first date since, you know," I replied, placing a cream top in front of me, then glancing in the mirror before switching to a blue one.
"Which one?" I asked.
"The cream. It’ll go well with your light blue jeans and cream ankle boots," he said, texting on his phone.
"Thanks. Do you still have a crush on someone?" I smirked as I got my jeans.
"Can I tell you something, but you have to promise not to tell anyone?" He looked at me seriously.
"Spill," I said, sitting next to him.
"I like someone," he began, grinning, "but it’s not what you think."
"What do you mean?" I frowned.
"I like guys," he mumbled, burying his face in his palms.
"What?" My jaw dropped.
