~9~

Friday, April.23----5:30pm----Sunny----20 degrees celcius

I'm currently standing in my bedroom, trying to decide what to wear. I had two different outfitlayed out infront of me. One outfit consisted of black jean shorts, a rainbow-striped cropped t-shirt and black high-tops. The other outfit consisted of a black skirt that had a chain on it, a black cropped tank top and a pair of black doc martins. I couldn't decide which one to wear. I decided to call Camry into my room, for her opinion.

I walked over to my door and aggressively opened it. I didn't step out into the hall as I screamed, "CAMRY ELIZABETH MYLES!!" Toward the stairs.

"WHAT?" She screamed back.

"GET YOUR ASS UP HERE!" She aggressively sighed in response.

"LANGUAGE, MISTER!" My mom screamed.

"SORRY!!" I screamed back, sincerity laced in my words.

"IT'S ALRIGHT!" My mom calmly screamed back.

"OKAY! CAMRYYYYY!!!" I angrily screamed, annoyed that she was taking so long.

"YA, YA! I'M COMING! CALM YOUR TITTIES!"

God she's lucky I love her.

"DON'T SASS ME!" I annoyingly retorted.

"ALRIGHT, MOM!" I heard her loudly running up the stairs.

I saw her coming towards my door.

Once she got to my door and I ushered inside my room, she looked towards my bed where the clothes were placed, "You need my help don't you?"

I only nervously nodded in response.

"Alright. Do you know where he's taking you?" She asked calmly, folding her arms over her chest as she sat down on my queen sized bed.

"No. But he said to dress a little bit fancier than how I dress for school."

Camry only nodded before looking beside her, at the clothes, "Well, you should wear things that are casual but still show a bit of skin. To be honest, you have a nice ass. The skirts that you have don't really hug or accentuate your curves. Therefore, shorts or a dress are your best bet. If you go with shorts, wear a tight tank top. You're thick in the right places. Honestly, i'm kinda jealous." She said the last part with a little chuckle.

"You're thick in the right places too." I said, trying to reassure her and help her feel better.

"Heh, thanks. Now, for shoes, you should wear sneakers or docs. Preferably docs."

"Okay, thanks, Cam. But, should I wear a dress?"

"Yes. Maybe your red one? Or black? Or purple?" She said, maybe a little to excited.

"Okay. Thanks. I think i'll wear my black dress and black docs."

"You should curl your hair. Get Jessie to do it for you. They're really good at it."

"Okay. I'll go get changed. Could you maybe go get Jess for me?" I begged her.

"Ugh, fine." She said, a hint of annoyance in her tone.

"Thanks. Love you." I said as she began to leave my room, making sure to close my door as she left.

"Ya. Love you too." She said the last part under her bath.

With that my door was closed and I began to change into a black dress that hugged my 'curves' perfectly. I made sure to wear black matching laced panties to go along with my outfit.

Just as I had finished getting ready, my bedroom door burst open, revealing a fully-equipped Jessie. They were standing in the doorway, holding every hair product and curling iron we owned.

I let out a little giggle, only to get a stern look from Jessie in return.

"Good to know my struggling provides humor for you, your highness." They sighed.

"S-sorry." I managed to say, in-between giggles, holding up my hands in defense.

"Whatever. Go sit infront of your vanity."

"Okay."

I strolled over to my vanity and sat down in the comfortable chair that was placed infront of it.

A few minutes later, the curling wand was heated up and the hair products were neatly organised and layed across my vanity. Jessie stood beside me and began to curl my hair, careful not to burn my face.

After around 20 minutes, my hair was done and I was ready.

I left my room and made my way downstairs, careful not to disturb my families movie.

"Oh honey, you look lovely. Marcus will be speechless." My mother exclaimed upon seeing my outfit.

"Ya Riv, you look hot." Camry's Joyfriend (non-binary) said.

"Thanks Charlie." I blushed.

"No prob."

"You wook wike a pwincess." Ella exclaimed, jumping off the couch to run towards me.

"Thank you, El." I patted her curly auburn hair as she bear-hugged me.

Our bonding moment was interrupted when the doorbell rung.

"Well, that must be Marcus. Wish me luck!" I anxiously walked towards the front door.

I began to turn the knob and open the door when I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder and a soft whisper in my ear, "Calm down, hun. He'll love it." It was my mother.

God I love this woman.

"Hey, love." Marcus said, a dumbfounded expression on his face, a hand holding a red rose outstretched and a light pink blush creeping over his tan cheeks.

I slowly took the rose out of his hand and smelt it.

It smells so good.

"Thank you." I stood on my tip toes and leaned forward, placing a gentle and quick kiss on his cheek. As I was stepping back down I said, "They're lovely."

The three of us turned towards the couch at the sound of 'Ooooo~'s and whistles.

My mom abandoned her stand behind me and strolled towards the living room.

She grabbed a near-by pillow off the sofa and threw it towards the crowd as she angrily said, "Will you all hush. For god's sake."

I turned my gaze back to Marcus as he said, "Should we get going love?"

I nodded.

As we were leaving my mom screamed, "Be home by 11!"

"Yes, ma'am!" Marcus quickly screamed back, as he shut the door behind us.

Marcus opened the passenger door of his Black Jeep wrangler for me when we got to his car.

"Thank you kind sir."

"You're welcome, your highness." He said as he got into the driver's seat of the Jeep.

Once we started driving I broke the silence with, "I didn't beg you as the kind of guy to own a Jeep."

I chuckled at his expression.

"Is that supposed to be a compliment or an insult?" He quirked his brow at my remark.

"I don't know."

"Okay then. You look lovely by the way."

"Thank you, kind sir."

"You're welcome, Prince River."

"You know, you aren't the first person to call me royalty tonight."

"Oh, ya? Who was the first?" Marcus asked, curiosity laced in his words.

"Ella. She called me a princess when she saw my outfit."

Marcus chuckled.

"What? Do you no think i'm princess material?" I asked, holding my heart in fake-offense.

"No. It's just, you really do act like a princess sometimes." He said, in-between chuckles.

"What is that supposed to mean?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

"You're beautiful and elegant. But you're also spoiled and you have people waiting on you." He wore a playful smirk on his face as he said these words.

That damn smirk.

"I'm gonna pretend that you didn't just say that." I fake-pouted and looked out the window of the car.

"Hey. I'm sorry. But it's the truth." He said this as he placed a gentle hand on my thigh.

I pouted even more and gently swatted his hand away.

"You've lost your privileges temperarily." I scolded him. He pouted and I only smirked.

"Be honest though, who chose your outfit and did your hair for you?" He asked, glancing towards me, his playful and flirty smirk, never leaving his lips.

"Camry chose my outfit and Jessie did my hair. Don't comment on that." I pointed a warning finger toward him.

"Don't worry. I was just going to say they did a good job." He chuckled.

"Alright. Where are we even going?" I curiously asked, changing the subject.

"You'll see, love. Be patient." He chuckled out.

And with that, our date officially began.

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Hello my children!

This one is really long!

I hope you enjoyed it!

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