Chapter Seventeen.
Tyler's POV:
What the hell do I wear? Would she go casual or all dressy? It's our first date..
Dressy.
I pull out a white, long sleeved, button up shirt and place it on my bed. My grey, long pants find their way onto my bed too, a belt placed on top.
I open my closet and look down.
"Ugh, I hate getting all dressed up." I sigh to myself.
I pick up the nice, black shoes and place them on the floor next to my bed. I get changed into my grey pants and button up my shirt. Tucking in my shirt was complicated. I then slip my feet into the uncomfortable shoes,
I walk into the bathroom and do my hair, making sure I don't look like a feral.
I lean against the cabinet and start to daydream.
'Here' my own self in my mind hands Alaynah a purple flower, an orchid I think.
I snap out of my daydream to hear myself thinking aloud.
"Orchid!" I light bolb myself
I run downstairs and out of the door into the back yard, flowers everywhere. Which one is an Orchid?
Alaynah's POV:
I drag myself over to my full body length mirror, hearing my gorgeous shoes clonk on the ground with each step.
I look at my reflection. My hair is blonde and in a mess, 'I need to do something with that' I mentally stick a note in my mind. My dark blue, long sleeve shirt really goes well with my black skirt.
The way the skirt is fixed around my waist is comfortable, it's not one of those uncomfortable, slutty ones. You can see my knees but it's just above them.
My socks are about half a centimetre below my knees and my matte black timbs just finish off the look. It's like an unexplainable look on me. I love it.
I feel a smile creep upon my face and it makes me proud, i'm actually accepting my look for once.