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was loyal, and kind and always ready and willing to help anyone in need. He’d grown up quickly though with just his mom to take care of him, he had started work out at the Miller’s at an early age. Andrew on the other hand was clean and refined. A city boy to the core. His dark hair and mysterious eyes lured me to him. A mystery for the most part, but he knew nothing of my past. I liked that the most about him.

CHAPTER FOUR
     
    The day of my date with Josh was here. I hadn’t thought about anything else since he’d asked me three days ago. I replayed every word of our conversation over and over again. I thought about every possible scenario that could happen on the date. What if he didn’t show up? What if he changed his mind? What if we had nothing to talk about on the two hour drive there and back? What if he tried to kiss me? What if he didn’t? That were a lot of what ifs’, I mean, it wasn’t like we’d never kissed. He was my first kiss, so it wasn’t something I could easily forget.
    We were at the river just sitting on the bank watching the water flow downstream. It was hot so we had our feet in the water and he’d just leaned over and kissed me. Just once. I was so caught off guard that I just sat there silently. We were twelve. We kissed a few other times while we dated in high school, but Josh and I didn’t make the best couple. We tried, but it was too forced, like we were trying to save our friendship in the worst possible way.
    I slept in until noon then fretted around the rest of the day being indecisive. I almost called him to cancel five different times, but finally I got in the shower, did my hair and makeup, and stood in front of my closet hating every outfit in it. It was just dinner with Josh, but I wanted to look nice. I wanted to impress him. I wanted to erase the old me, the sixteen year old me and make him see who I had become since leaving.
    After multiple outfit changes I decided on a mid-thigh length, white cotton dress. It had thick straps and a deep V-neck with lace patterning all over. I’d originally bought it the summer before my senior year and planned to wear it to graduation. Michelle had bought the same one. We were going to match. I had worn it to my graduation; I wondered if she had worn it to hers. I tossed aside the white heels I’d worn with it that day in favor of my cowboy boots. I snagged a short denim vest and slid it over my shoulders. Shoot, I looked country. I shrugged out of the vest and grabbed a lace back cardigan instead.
    I stood in front of the mirror for a bit longer, thinking of all the crazy things Michelle made me do. She really had the more outgoing personality. The cliché of the fiery redhead having a fiery personality was completely true in Michelle. Even though Michelle had a sister, Renee, Michelle insisted I was her true sister even though we looked nothing alike. We both stood at five feet seven inches, but while her hair was beautifully red, mine was boring, chestnut brown. Her vibrant green eyes offset her flawless fair skin. I, on the other hand, had ‘wannabe’ green eyes. Michelle said hazel was beautiful too, but I never believed her. I was jealous of her green eyes, and she was jealous of how easily I was able to get a tan.
    She was the one who got me to try out for softball, without her, I never would have gotten the scholarship to attend college. She was always coming up with hair-brained ideas about what we’d do after college. I, the sensible one, always said we would be roommates in the dorms, graduate together, then find jobs doing the same thing so we could be together forever. It was my attempt at holding onto the only person who’d ever been consistent in my life. She, on the other hand, wanted to rent a funky apartment downtown and paint it wild colors, and have sophisticated parties every weekend. I’m sure she cared less about graduating and jobs and more about perfecting our social lives in the big city of Brookhaven.