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Wait. Did he just say he was going to pick me up?
Oh no.
He can't come here! He's probably a rich guy who thinks I may be one as well, and then he will see where I live and will never want to talk to me again.
Why do I have to be so negative?
"I'll just leave tomorrow's problems to tomorrow's me," I sigh. I didn't want steam to rise out of my ears from overthinking. But, for tomorrow's me not to face an unsolvable mess, I had to get some decent clothes ready for me.
Getting off my bed, I walked over to my small closet, fully aware I either had one good shirt, decent shorts, or pants, or I had nothing. Inside the rusty metal door, was a couple of neatly folded clothes, which consisted of a few shirts, leggings, one dress, and two pairs of pants. Also, some underwear as well. Let's just say I have minimal clothes to go out and do anything more than buy food and go to school.
And I've already used my nice clothes at the zoo, got my shirt covered with ice cream, and wore my new one. I couldn't meet Ego in the same clothes he already saw me in. I don't want to give him the impression I'm not even trying to look good for him, yet not trying too much.
Why is being a girl so complicated?
My eyes moved from my plains shirts to my white dress. It's been a year or two since I've worn it, helping it gather dust from the lack of use and extended stay inside the too-old-to-have-clothes-inside closet. It was a plain and simple white dress with long sleeves, a thin brown belt, and reaching just about the top of my knees.
"I think I'll wear you," I spoke softly. I grabbed the dress and placed it on my bed. It was clearly observable the brown stains of the dust accumulated over its shoulders from being hung for too long without use. Doubt began surfacing again as if I could not clean the faint stains. I wouldn't be able to wear the dress; therefore, I had no clothes to go out with Ego.
Surprisingly enough, after one hour of non-stop cleaning, luck was on my side. I was able to make the stain so faint, only someone who was looking for it would notice it was there. With a bright, confident smile on my face, I hung the dress on my bathroom door and went to bed, knowing I had something to wear for tomorrow.
Next weekend I'll buy myself some other cute clothes that I can afford so I don't look too unfit to walk around.
The next morning I woke up with a start. It was right before my alarm, where you wake up, and you're not sleepy anymore. I'm blaming anxiety on that one, lots of anxiety. So much that I want my bed to swallow me whole.
But it has to be done; I have to hang out with Ego to repay his kindness. It gets hard these days to find people like him, who instead of asking for favor or money, they ask for company.
At record speed, I am all dressed up and ready to head out. I texted Ego, telling him to meet at Primos' central garden, so he didn't have to come to such an underprivileged place. It will take me around ten minutes to reach Primos by subway and twenty more walking until I reach the park.
Thankfully I bought some pretty and comfortable shoes that I can walk with them for long distances without hurting my feet. I don't know with Ego planned anything, or we would go walk around and talk. Either way, I'm nervous. Nervous about messing it up in any way.
It will be between making a friend or another stranger.
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