3. Space #3
Tonight there is a party. I'm going to see you. It's Friday. I never said one word to you, not even when you gave me the chance to asking if I was going. All I did was nod at you.
Yes, you plastered you silly smile at me, which I couldn't help but laugh about. I love you. I want to look my best.
It's thirty minutes before the party. I can't look awkward. I don't know why anyone invited me. Probably to make it bigger. I picked out a flowy hour glass lavender dress, just for you. Yes, I remember when you told me in eighth grade that lavender was nice on me. I remembered that when I fell hard for you after I became a geek. So now it's my favorite color. My walls are lavender, even by bed sheet is. That's how ridiculous I am for you, Ethan.
I had my straight brown hair by my shoulders, you saying that I look beautiful with it down. I did everything that you said you liked. About me. I was hoping you would notice. But there's going to be a thousand girls there that are ten thousand times prettier than me, and the only way you may notice me is my lavender dress and my brown hair that is down, resting on my shoulders.
I walked into the party. You glanced at me, then looked down, then looked up surprised. You stared at me for a second. You barely slipped a smile before Stella engulfed your face with a kiss.
The blank feeling is back...