PART 1
Her heart’s pounding in her chest, though she remains as calm and composed as she always is. Using her every bit of focus on herself; her hair, her outfit, her makeup. No matter what happens tonight she has to look good. No. Amazing. She has to look amazing. Though she always looks very done-up. She’s never even seen at school without her dark eyeshadow and lipstick. But tonight, is an extremely special night. Not even her date knows how special it is to her. You see, this is Alicia’s first ever date.
Most girls have had numerous dates by the time they reach sixteen. Alicia knew her date had had many girlfriends before her… that didn’t phase her though; Alicia had grown more and more fond of her since they first met. She’d always respected Alicia, but only recently had she found an admiring glint in her eyes. The glint of adoration.
But a young lady as confident as Alicia surely deserved a girlfriend before now? Well, she’d had plenty boys after her… and that was just the problem. They assumed she just wasn’t interested in them. Some took it badly and gave up on her, some went into an endless pits of despair. She’d always felt like the odd one out in middle school, as all her friends lusted after boys, and talked about boys, and stared at boys and boys boys boys.
Alicia questioned herself for years… was she just not interested in sex? In relationships? But then she was always quite a moody young lady, the obvious reason being her raging hormones. So that couldn’t be the problem surely…
Until she reached 15, she simply didn’t know. All she knew was she wasn’t the slightest bit attracted to boys. Can you blame her? Most of them have horrible hygiene (especially 13-16 year olds), not to mention are plagued with peer pressure and the social consequences of dating a larger girl. Even if she did, for some reason, date a boy, his friends would surely mock her. And she’d shoot them deadly glares all day until she got home and cried herself to sleep.
But none of that past bullsh** matters now. Alicia has a date. A date with a loving, respectful, loyal (not to mention clean) girl.
“Alicia!” her dad shouts cheerfully, “It’s ten minutes to six sweetheart, don’t want to be late, do you?”
“Coming! OW!” she nearly falls over as she puts her shoe on, “Oh damn it.”
She swiftly grabs her bag and sprays her hair for the hundredth time, then rushes down the stairs (best she can in her high-heeled shoes).
“Alicia, you look truly stunning…” her dad smiles “Come here, I’ll take a photo!” he starts to struggle out his chair.
“Dad! Sit down will you. I’m already going to be late!” she gently pushes him back down, “Have you took your medication??”
“Uuum, I think I have yes…”
“Oooh, I told you, just write it down somewhere if you do! I can’t remember everything you know,” she sulks.
“I know sweetheart. Now go on, go-”
“Walk out the door! Just turn around now, coz you’re not welcome anymore! Hahahaha!!” her older brother comes in the living room, shirtless and holding a glass of soda.
“Pour that on me and I’ll rip your hair out…” she squints at him.
“In a bad mood as always! What you dressed up for? Halloween?” he laughs again.
“Marcus, stop it. She has a date you know!” her dad grins, “Must look her best.”
“A date?? Holy crap! Who would date you? All you do is lie around and moan all day, hahaha!” he keels over laughing, his drink spilling all over the carpet.
Alicia folds her arms, “Hmph. I don’t see YOU inviting girls over either…”
“Me? I’m saving myself! For a model or an actress! I’d love a blonde girl… basically anyone who looks nothing like you!” Marcus sniggers as he drinks his soda.
Alicia suddenly slaps him, sending the drink all over the floor, and leaving Marcus choking.
“Alicia!!” her dad yells, “…You’re cleaning that mess up when you get back,” he smiles to her. Marcus continues coughing and spluttering in front of them, turning slightly purple.
“Course I will dad,” she bats her lashes then kisses her dad’s cheek, “Will be back by 8, I promise!”
“Alright sweetheart!… Ah well, better get you sorted,” Mr Carlos pushes himself out his chair again, “You really shouldn’t insult your sister Marcus, doesn’t help her confidence, you know.”
“Ch-cho-kiiing, he-h-here!!” Marcus squeaks.
“You never learn, do you?” Mr Carlos slaps his sons back, “And only you can choke on soda, honestly…”
Her heart’s pounding in her chest, though she remains as calm and composed as she always is. Using her every bit of focus on herself; her hair, her outfit, her makeup. No matter what happens tonight she has to look good. No. Amazing. She has to look amazing. Though she always looks very done-up. She’s never even seen at school without her dark eyeshadow and lipstick. But tonight, is an extremely special night. Not even her date knows how special it is to her. You see, this is Alicia’s first ever date.
Most girls have had numerous dates by the time they reach sixteen. Alicia knew her date had had many girlfriends before her… that didn’t phase her though; Alicia had grown more and more fond of her since they first met. She’d always respected Alicia, but only recently had she found an admiring glint in her eyes. The glint of adoration.
But a young lady as confident as Alicia surely deserved a girlfriend before now? Well, she’d had plenty boys after her… and that was just the problem. They assumed she just wasn’t interested in them. Some took it badly and gave up on her, some went into an endless pits of despair. She’d always felt like the odd one out in middle school, as all her friends lusted after boys, and talked about boys, and stared at boys and boys boys boys.
Alicia questioned herself for years… was she just not interested in sex? In relationships? But then she was always quite a moody young lady, the obvious reason being her raging hormones. So that couldn’t be the problem surely…
Until she reached 15, she simply didn’t know. All she knew was she wasn’t the slightest bit attracted to boys. Can you blame her? Most of them have horrible hygiene (especially 13-16 year olds), not to mention are plagued with peer pressure and the social consequences of dating a larger girl. Even if she did, for some reason, date a boy, his friends would surely mock her. And she’d shoot them deadly glares all day until she got home and cried herself to sleep.
But none of that past bullsh** matters now. Alicia has a date. A date with a loving, respectful, loyal (not to mention clean) girl.
“Alicia!” her dad shouts cheerfully, “It’s ten minutes to six sweetheart, don’t want to be late, do you?”
“Coming! OW!” she nearly falls over as she puts her shoe on, “Oh damn it.”
She swiftly grabs her bag and sprays her hair for the hundredth time, then rushes down the stairs (best she can in her high-heeled shoes).
“Alicia, you look truly stunning…” her dad smiles “Come here, I’ll take a photo!” he starts to struggle out his chair.
“Dad! Sit down will you. I’m already going to be late!” she gently pushes him back down, “Have you took your medication??”
“Uuum, I think I have yes…”
“Oooh, I told you, just write it down somewhere if you do! I can’t remember everything you know,” she sulks.
“I know sweetheart. Now go on, go-”
“Walk out the door! Just turn around now, coz you’re not welcome anymore! Hahahaha!!” her older brother comes in the living room, shirtless and holding a glass of soda.
“Pour that on me and I’ll rip your hair out…” she squints at him.
“In a bad mood as always! What you dressed up for? Halloween?” he laughs again.
“Marcus, stop it. She has a date you know!” her dad grins, “Must look her best.”
“A date?? Holy crap! Who would date you? All you do is lie around and moan all day, hahaha!” he keels over laughing, his drink spilling all over the carpet.
Alicia folds her arms, “Hmph. I don’t see YOU inviting girls over either…”
“Me? I’m saving myself! For a model or an actress! I’d love a blonde girl… basically anyone who looks nothing like you!” Marcus sniggers as he drinks his soda.
Alicia suddenly slaps him, sending the drink all over the floor, and leaving Marcus choking.
“Alicia!!” her dad yells, “…You’re cleaning that mess up when you get back,” he smiles to her. Marcus continues coughing and spluttering in front of them, turning slightly purple.
“Course I will dad,” she bats her lashes then kisses her dad’s cheek, “Will be back by 8, I promise!”
“Alright sweetheart!… Ah well, better get you sorted,” Mr Carlos pushes himself out his chair again, “You really shouldn’t insult your sister Marcus, doesn’t help her confidence, you know.”
“Ch-cho-kiiing, he-h-here!!” Marcus squeaks.
“You never learn, do you?” Mr Carlos slaps his sons back, “And only you can choke on soda, honestly…”
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