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on my hip, our chests are pushed together and I can feel his heart beating through his shirt. I am suddenly filled with a feeling of complete happiness, it’s a feeling I’ve never felt before. We dance for twenty minutes until some girl goes up to the mike and starts tapping it.
“Come on every one lets play truth or dare!” she yells into the mike. We form a circle on the dance floor. A girl named Brea asks Megan truth or dare and she picks truth. Brea thinks for a minute, her hand at her chin she looks up like she’s thinking really hard. Her expression reminds me of Lara during a history test.
“I’ve got it! Who do you think is the sexiest boy in this room?” She says, her face lights up in excitement. Megan looks down at her hands and I can tell she’s uncomfortable.
“Well” She pauses looking at me quickly, then looks back at her hands when she sees I’m watching her. “personally I think K-keith is sexiest.” She says blushing. I look over at Keith and see that he is watching my reaction. I smile at him and he smiles back. Megan watching this interaction picks me to go next.
“Bailey, truth or dare?” she asks smiling. It’s soft genuine smile and I’m comforted by it.
“Truth” I answer.
“How many boys have you kissed?”
“One” I answer with out hesitation. Megan and Keith are the only ones listing to me the rest of the group got up and left when Megan first said my name. I get up off the floor and straiten out my shorts. Oh my gosh what was that? I think when my fingers touch something wet and sticky. I pull the edge of my shorts to see a wad of green gum clinging to the fabric. Could this night get any worse. Keith and Megan notice the gum as I start pulling at it.
“You okay?” Keith asks.
“I got gum on my shorts.” I say
“You need something to wear? This is my house.” Megan asks me.
“Yeah, that would be great, thanks.” I say smiling.
“Come on” She says pulling me towards the stairs.
“Be right back.” I say to Keith.
We go up the stairs and down a long hallway. Finally she opens a door that leads into her room.
“My closets over there.” Megan points over to a sliding door. I go to the door and pull it open. I dig through her clothes and find a pair of dark wash blue jeans.
“So you think Keith’s sexy?” I ask sliding on the pants.
“Well yea, but I’m not the only one, every girl at our school wants Keith.” She says.
“Oh.” I try to hide the shock on my face. “Will you tell me about his past girlfriends?” I ask.
“Um.”
“Oh, I don’t need details just his general type”
“Well, he dates a lot of blond haired bim-bows” she says, I give her a questioning look “You know cheerleaders with big boobs, small brains and slutty outfits. I think that you’re the first brunet I’ve seen him with”
“Bim-bows?” I say giggling.
“What?” She says laughing. A knock at the door stops our giggles.
“Come in!” I yell at the door. A moment later Keith pops his head through the doorway.
“You ready to go? He asks me.
“If you are.” I smile at him then turn to Megan “We should hang out, here’s my number.” I say handing her a post-it-note. I pick up my purse, gum-covered shorts, grab Keith’s hand and walk out of the room. Once we’re out side Keith wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me agents his side.
“What are you doing tomorrow?” He asks.
“Shopping for furniture, why?”
“I thought we could hang out on the beach.” He murmurs into my hair.
“Nope” I respond.
“Why not?” he sounds disappointed.
“Two reasons. One I don’t have bathing suet and two I don’t like the beach.”
“I still want to hang out tomorrow.” He gives me a puppy-dog face, his lower lip jutting out a little further that his top lip. “Please?”
“Fine,” I say giving up, his face lights up. “but you have to help me pick out furniture.” His smile fades away.
“Oh come on! How ‘bout I help you pick a bathing suet, then we go to the beach?” he just won’t give up.
“Nope” We’re standing by my door now, I didn’t even notice when we climbed the stairs. I take out my key and unlock the door. “You want to come in?”
“Sure” We walk into my living room and sit down on the couch. “Why can’t we go to the beach?” Keith asks pulling me onto his lap.
“I don’t like the beach.” I say.
“Why don’t you like the beach?”
“Because.” He’s irritating me now.
“Because why?”
“I don’t want to talk about it!” I snap. I get up off of his lap and walk to the kitchen suddenly hungry. I poke my head into the fridge and see what I had to eat. When I pull my head out Keith is leaning agents the doorframe.
“You hungry?” I ask searching the cupboards for any thing we can eat.
“Kind of, why?”
“Want to get some take out or some thing?”
“Sure there’s this great Chinese place down town and they deliver.”
“So we don’t have to leave the comfort of my home!” I say clapping my hands together. I pick up the phone and toss it to him. “You order, I’ll pay.”
“Is there any thing in particular you want or should I get the whole menu?” He asks.
“Um…Egg rolls, and um that shrimp rice stuff.” He calls and orders our food. (I don’t know what he ordered but it sounded like a lot.)
A few minutes later we’re siting on my couch eating out of paper boxes and watching Brothers & Sisters. I can’t stop wondering if Keith ever did this type of thing with the blond bim-bows he dated before. The thought of Keith cuddling with some blond on a couch makes me choke on my egg roll.
“You okay?”
“Yeah I’m just tired.”
“Yeah I should go. I’ll call you in the morning.”
“Okay.” I smile at him briefly then let my head fall back onto the couch.
“You gonna make it to bed?” He asks, worry written all over his face.
“I’m fine.” I mumble into the cushion.
“I don’t believe you.” He says picking me up. My eyes snap open just as Keith gets to my bedroom. He sets me down on my bed and pulls my blanket around me. “Goodnight.” He whispers into my hair.
When I wake up in the morning my hair is a mess and my makeup is smeared all over my face. Gross I think, climbing out of bed and hop into the shower. When I get out of the shower and check my phone for messages, I have two calls and one text. I open the text first, it’s from Jake. What now? I think opening it.
Jake: Whats wrong babe?
Me: Don’t call me babe I text him back suddenly pissed.
Jake: Y not? i always call u babe
Me: Cause i’m not ur babe!
Jake: R u breaking up with me?
Me: We broke up the day i left & stop txting me!
I slam my phone shut then remember I have two messages to hear. I open my phone and listen to my messages, the first is from Megan. “ This message was recorded at seven-thirty June nineteenth” My phone informs me. “Hey, Bailey, it’s Megan. I was wondering if you want to hang out tomorrow? So call me back at 555-0196” There’s a long beep. “This message was recorded at eight-ten June nineteenth.” The phone tells me. “Hey babe it’s Keith, wanna hang out to day? We could have lunch or dinner together? Talk to you later.” I shut my phone and set it down on my dresser.

Twenty minutes later I’m sitting at my desk, in a pair of pink pjs, shopping for furniture online. So far I’ve picked out a purple rug and couch, a canopy bed and red bed set. Satisfied with my purchases, I shut my laptop and pick up my phone to call Keith. He picks up on the first ring.
“Hey.” His voice makes my heart flutter.
“Hi… you called about hanging out today, and I was thinking we could go to diner?”
“Sounds good, where would you like to go?”
“Can we go some where fancy? I want to dress up.”
“Sure, where ever you want to go.” He says “But I’m not wearing I tux.”
“Okay.” I say giggling “See you later.”
“Is eight ok?”
“Yup.” I answer hanging up. I set the phone on the coffee table and look at the clock, ten o’clock. I have ten hours and nothing to do! I pick up my keys and go down stairs. When I get down stairs I start looking for my parents. I look in the kitchen, the living room, the TV room and the offices before I head out side. Out side I search the deck, the garden, and the garage but they’re not anywhere. I pull out my cell and call my father.
“Hello.” Hearing my father’s voice makes me suddenly miss him.
“Where are you?”
“Your mother and I are visiting friends in Sacramento. Why?”
“I came down stairs and no one was home.” I say sitting down on a deck chair.
“Okay well I have to go.”
“Okay daddy.” I say but he’s already gone. I head back up stairs and flop down on couch. I pick up my wall phone and call Grace.
“Hi, Bailey what’s up?” Wasn’t she mad last time I called her?
“Hey… your not mad at me?”
“No, I thought about what you said and I realized I was being bitchy.” There is a long pause. “I’m sorry”
“I’m just glad we’re good now.” I say smiling. “I you were here I’d hug you.” We talk for two hours, laughing and giggling. After I hang up I set phone back it’s holder and walk to my closet to pick out my outfit. I paw through my dresses, I try some on but I can’t find one I want to wear. I dig through my clothes for half an hour, I’ve tried dresses on and thrown some away. Finally I pull the last of my clothes out of my closet, the last dress is enclosed in a garment bag. I unzip the bag revealing an emerald green, halter-top, the light reflects off its fabric, it’s the most beautiful dress I’ve ever seen. I admire the dress for a few minutes then lay the dress on my bed and go to the kitchen for lunch. I heat up some left over Chinese food and sit down on my couch to watch TV.

A few hours later I turn off my TV. Time to get dressed I think as I climb of my couch, I drop my dishes in the sink and go to the hook on the door where my dress waits. I pull of my clothes and slip the dress over my head. The fabric clings to me in all the right places and swooshes when I walk over to the mirror. I stand in front of the mirror for a few minutes till I look up and see I only have thirty minutes till I Keith comes. I hurry to the bathroom grabbing a pair of strappy, heels on the way. In a few minutes I’ve