Page 30 of In the Middle of No(ah)where
"Good idea. What are you up to?" He motions to my state of undress.
"Date."
"A date? Or a date-date?" He asks, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Both. Hopefully." I wink.
He offers a mock salute as he closes the door behind him. I stare at the closed door, lost in deep thought when my phone pings.
Carlos:Found it. Have fun on your date. Tell me all about it tomorrow.
Me:
Tossing on a pair of AussieBum underwear, I check myself over in the mirror–happy that Carlos makes me run with him almost every night. Running has kept me trimmed and my legs toned. I turn to check out the rest of my physique. Yep, the running also has kept my ass a nice round peach emoji.
My cell phone rings on the dresser, pulling me away from the mirror.
"Hey, buddy," I answer when I see Caleb's name and photo pop up on the screen.
"I ner-viss," Caleb says in his little voice.
"Why? Barrett seems like a great guy, and you know he'll take care of you." I try to ease his mind. "What are you going to wear? You need to dress nice. Barrett doesn't know you're a little yet." I tell him, trying to strike a balance between helpfulness and keeping his brain calm.
"But I don't wanna put big clothes on. I hates it." He argues. Which is a lost cause because he never wins. Especially when he's hovering around little space.
"It's a date. Barrett will expect you to look nice."
"He said to dress casually."
"Fine." I concede. "How about a compromise?"
"I hate com-priziz."
After convincing Caleb what to wear so it's a blend of both big and little, ensuring his comfort, I say my goodbyes so I can finish getting ready for my own date.
Taking my own advice, I want to dress nice since it's a date. I opt for a pair of dark-wash, slim-fit jeans, and a button-up dress shirt, keeping it untucked, paired with dress shoes and a matching black belt.
I finish fixing my hair when I hear voices out in the living room. Oh, good lord, what is Carlos telling Marcus? Especiallysince Carlos was looking for that particular game controller, I know he's in middle space right now. I grab my keys and wallet from the dresser and head out.
"...and what are your intentions with my best friend?" Carlos is saying as I enter the room.
Marcus opens his mouth but doesn't say anything when he sees me, eyes scanning my body up and down. I take a minute to admire him as well–still not believing he's here. I'm glad I chose to dress up a little because our looks complement each other very well. He, too, is wearing jeans and a long-sleeved button-up. His shirt is a solid chocolate brown with a subtle pattern, paired with brown boots and a belt. He looks…sharp.
"Please stop interrogating my date," I warn Carlos. "Besides… where's your daddy tonight?"
"He'll be here later to pick me up. We're going to the movies tonight. The new scary one is out with the ghosts who scare people out of the house they died in." He tells me with a wide grin, knowing I hate scary movies.
"Sounds like the theme of most scary movies," I deadpan, trying to act like it doesn't affect me.
"You look great, Noah." Marcus steers the conversation away from the scary movie topic and back to the reason why I'm dressed a little nicer than usual.
"You too."
Motioning to the door, "We have dinner reservations and should head out so we aren't late."
"Stay out of trouble, Carlos," I tell him before sticking my tongue out at him, ruffling his hair on my way past him to the door where Marcus sidles up next to me. His hand finds my lower back, and its warmth brands my skin through the fabric of my shirt.
We make our escape to the sound of Carlos singing,Noah and Marcus sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g.
