Page 47 of The List of Things

“I’ll send you pictures! I’ll see you later, bye.”

I hang up the phone after her words, pushing myself up from the bed. I felt really good yesterday after that run. So I get out of bed, and go straight to my dresser, grabbing track shorts, and a large school shirt to throw on over the sports bra I already have on. I go into my bathroom, put on deodorant, brush my teeth and my hair. I pull it up on top of my head, and go back into my bedroom, finding socks and shoes too. I make my way out of my apartment and jog to the bus stop. The bus has a stop right next to the field.

As soon as I see the stadium come into view I turn my music up, and once the bus stops I get off and go straight for the stairs. I make my way into the stadium, my eyes settling on the bright green field, the navy blue and silver Hornets paint is brighter this morning than yesterday. The dew is making it glisten in the sun.

My eyes catch movement I hadn’t seen before. A person. The second I see his muscles, the tattoo. The lack of a shirt… I stop in my tracks. I watch as he sees me out of his peripheral vision, his head turning and his smile very apparent as he looks at me.

“What are you doing here this early Ryn?” He yells out to me, and I smirk at the nickname.

“I wanted to come and run.”

“Get your ass down here then.”

I jog down the stairs.

“Help me stretch?”

He nods, pulling me into a gentle hug against his bare chest.

“Always. How’d you sleep?” He asks softly as he makes his way behind me, the two of us falling into a comfortable setting like we have the past few days we’ve spent together.

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After the runBell and I shared he drove me home, and I showered and took a really long nap. After that I managed somehow to untangle my hair, and get myself ready from the neck up… Everywhere else is questionable.

I stand in my closet now looking at everything, knowing he’ll be here soon. I flip through the clothes, ignoring all of the ones on the floor. I have no idea what to do, mostly because he hardly gives me any details on where we are going, and what my dress code should be. He says city, and I say, bar or shopping? He doesn’t understand why it matters.Figures.There’s a knock on my front door which makes me sigh. I grab my phone and call Bellamy.

“Hello?” He asks.

“Are you outside my door?”

“Considering it’s time for our date... Yes.”

“Great, funny story. I'm not ready so I need you to come in here, take a right, and then come into my bedroom, and help,” I tell him, tucking the phone between my cheek and my ear as I flip through the dresses that hang in front of me.

“How are you not ready? I gave you hours.”

“Well, now you know I need days. Get in here,” I urge him.

“I’m here, calm down. Also, you need to lock your doors. Also, where are you?” He asks, his voice growing nearer and nearer the longer his sentence draws on.

“In here,” I kick open the door, and toss my phone way too far, watching it bounce on the bed.

His eyes scan over me, and he shakes his head as he looks away, his large hand covering his face as he rubs it with a sigh.

“Clothes are necessary for a date,” He tells me, his eyes on my face, not my exposed body.

I’m wearing underwear and a bra. He’s had his hands all over me, and if things go to plan then he’s going to see me like this anyway... If I remember correctly he already saw me naked before I got in the shower the other day. Maybe this is far too forward, but I’ve never been a modest person. I’m sure he at least figured out that much.

“Yes, I know that, but you never tell me what we’re doing and then I stress… So which one?” I hold out the two dresses I like the most right now.

A simple black dress, sleek, tight. Small slit on the thigh. I then hold up a yellow sundress, very simple, but bright, and pretty. It’s also tight fitting with the most unique floral pattern. Both are casual but different.

“Yellow,” He nods his head and leans back on his elbows as he stares at me.

I shove the black one into my closet and walk into my bedroom with the yellow. I take it off of the hanger and step into the sundress. Once it’s on, I start to open my mouth, but he’s already standing up. He reaches for me, zipping the dress from behind, his fingers grazing my skin. I’m burning up instantly.

“Thank you,” I scurry away from him, and scramble to grab shoes from the floor.

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