8. Space #8
I was more nervous than ever. I threw on some random clothes and grabbed my army green 'backpack'/purse type thing.
I stood on my tip toes after I knocked on your door. Breathing heavily. It slung open. You smiled at me. My heart fell to my feet. You were in pajamas. We both laughed a little. "Hey," you said softly. I didn't make eye contact, "Hi. Did you need me for something important?" "Come inside so I can change real quickly." I stepped inside your house and inhaled the scent of french vanilla.
I awkwardly sat on your couch and looked around. Nothing here has really changed. I haven't been to your house in ages but I still remember most everything in it. "Alright, I'm done!" You said slipping on the last step, falling to the ground. "Oh my goodness! Are you okay?" I stood up and walked over to you lying on the floor. We both laughed again.
"So, why did you ask me to come?" I asked you as we stepped outside. "Well, to be honest, I've wanted to catch up with you. You've been really quiet and we don't talk much anymore," you looked at me. "I'm sorry..it's Junior year. I keep focusing on school and-" You interrupted me, "It's been going on since ninth grade." "I'm just scared..I'm a loser. Look at me. I'm a complete mess!" I pulled my long sleeve over my hand. You looked down, "Anna, I couldn't see why you would be scared of me. I would never be mean to you. And you are not a loser. Okay? And you definitely are not a mess, because when you wore that lavender dress I realized that-" Just then a convertible of teenage boys and girls pulled up.
"A party?" I whispered to you. "Anna, I know we were supposed to talk, but come on, this is supposed to be the party of the century in our school. Please?" You begged. "I guess..but is this okay to wear?" You told the group of teens we'd arrive later.
"Anna, go home and get a dress and go to this address," you handed me a napkin with the address and ran off.