Sweetness
Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 9:56 pm
Omar sat in his car, his mirror down, running his hands through his hair. He kept finding himself checking out his looks, his face, his shirt, his jeans, everything. He had spent about two hours at his house before hand, looking through his closet, wondering what he should put on. His last date had been, what, in the sixth grade? Some girl named Amy, who he'd met in the library once. They'd 'gone out' for a week. The most they'd done was hold hands. But it was sixth grade, and in sixth grade, Omar thought that was the best thing that could happen to him.
He'd debated, and he'd tried to think of what would be nice, what would impress. But he couldn't really think of anything he had that was outstanding, that would astonish her, so finally, he had decided on just simple jeans and a black Motion City Soundtrack t-shirt. He wanted everything to be perfect tonight- he still couldn't believe she'd said yes. Omar knew, yes he did, some people won't admit it, but... Omar knew he was unpopular. Very unpopular. The nerd, the geek, the guy nobody really cares about.
But she was cute, she was very cute, and she was nice. She made Omar happy when he was around her, just by being herself, and he had decided that he could take the chance. It hadn't been easy- he had stumbled when he had done it, said it, to be frank, quite awkwardly, and he was pretty sure he had broken a sweat and probably blushed on top of that. But, for some reason... she had said yes. She had agreed to go out with him, and that night, even just at his house listening to music and writing, Omar couldn't help but basking in a happy, radiant glow that she had left him in.
But, now in the car, Omar felt uncertain again. He felt anxious and worried. What if she had decided not to come? What if she had just decided, fuck it, he wasn't worth coming? An even worse situation played out in his mind... what if she had come, but she'd come with her friends? What if they were all there, just waiting to laugh at him, the loser who thought he had a chance with someone like her? But she wouldn't do that. He remembered her in school, always smiling and laughing, joking around with her friends. She was a nice girl.
He reached into his glove compartment, and pulled out a bottle of cologne, applying a few sprays to his neck and then to his wrists. He had come as prepared for this as he possibly could- he had brought some gum with him in his back pocket, as well as making reservations for 7 at the restaurant. It was a small, nice corner cafe called Marie's. It had great food, especially the crepes, but the main reason Omar had decided on it was the atmosphere. It had candle lit tables, and on the wall were painted scenes of Paris- the Eiffel Tower, the town square, things like that.
Omar got out of the car, and made his way towards the cafe, still nervous, still worried. What if she didn't like what he was wearing? What if she didn't like the food? What if she- And then he saw her. She was wearing a simple tank top, tight cut jeans, and her backpack. Perhaps that didn't fit the traditional thought of beauty... but under the light of Marie's sign, standing there waiting for him, she looked beautiful.
"Uh... hey." ...Omar couldn't believe he had just said that. As an opener... well, that wasn't great. But what... dammit, he had to do something better than that. What could he- he decided to follow it up with something simple. Just speak from his heart, what he thought. "Wow, Sierra... you look really pretty." He said this, and he hoped that Sierra Manning would smile. He loved it when she smiled.
He'd debated, and he'd tried to think of what would be nice, what would impress. But he couldn't really think of anything he had that was outstanding, that would astonish her, so finally, he had decided on just simple jeans and a black Motion City Soundtrack t-shirt. He wanted everything to be perfect tonight- he still couldn't believe she'd said yes. Omar knew, yes he did, some people won't admit it, but... Omar knew he was unpopular. Very unpopular. The nerd, the geek, the guy nobody really cares about.
But she was cute, she was very cute, and she was nice. She made Omar happy when he was around her, just by being herself, and he had decided that he could take the chance. It hadn't been easy- he had stumbled when he had done it, said it, to be frank, quite awkwardly, and he was pretty sure he had broken a sweat and probably blushed on top of that. But, for some reason... she had said yes. She had agreed to go out with him, and that night, even just at his house listening to music and writing, Omar couldn't help but basking in a happy, radiant glow that she had left him in.
But, now in the car, Omar felt uncertain again. He felt anxious and worried. What if she had decided not to come? What if she had just decided, fuck it, he wasn't worth coming? An even worse situation played out in his mind... what if she had come, but she'd come with her friends? What if they were all there, just waiting to laugh at him, the loser who thought he had a chance with someone like her? But she wouldn't do that. He remembered her in school, always smiling and laughing, joking around with her friends. She was a nice girl.
He reached into his glove compartment, and pulled out a bottle of cologne, applying a few sprays to his neck and then to his wrists. He had come as prepared for this as he possibly could- he had brought some gum with him in his back pocket, as well as making reservations for 7 at the restaurant. It was a small, nice corner cafe called Marie's. It had great food, especially the crepes, but the main reason Omar had decided on it was the atmosphere. It had candle lit tables, and on the wall were painted scenes of Paris- the Eiffel Tower, the town square, things like that.
Omar got out of the car, and made his way towards the cafe, still nervous, still worried. What if she didn't like what he was wearing? What if she didn't like the food? What if she- And then he saw her. She was wearing a simple tank top, tight cut jeans, and her backpack. Perhaps that didn't fit the traditional thought of beauty... but under the light of Marie's sign, standing there waiting for him, she looked beautiful.
"Uh... hey." ...Omar couldn't believe he had just said that. As an opener... well, that wasn't great. But what... dammit, he had to do something better than that. What could he- he decided to follow it up with something simple. Just speak from his heart, what he thought. "Wow, Sierra... you look really pretty." He said this, and he hoped that Sierra Manning would smile. He loved it when she smiled.