I'm in a deep sleep when I hear yelling down stairs.

"Go fuck yourself!"

Slam!

That would be my sister, Cally, and her boyfriend, Peter. Peter is on the track team. He often brags about his title: Best male track member

Although he can come off as a dick sometimes, he actually has a good side. Also, he's pretty good math, which is unusual for a jock. I'm not saying that jocks are stupid but you get the point. 

Soon after I hear the door slam I hear Cally run upstairs into her room and start to cry. I wonder what happened. I'm tempted to go and ask her but I look at the clock and realize that Ash is going to pick me up. I need to get ready.

After eating a granola bar, brushing my teeth and showering. I am standing in front of my closet and I have no idea what to wear, which is unusual to me. I could wear this ABBA shirt but I wore it two days ago. I could wear this pink T-shirt with jeans and a  hoodie but I want to look good for once in my life. After 10 minutes of rejecting outfits, my floor is covered in an assortment of clothing. The good news is that I finally found an outfit. A white T-shirt with a denim jacket with navy blue jeans and Adidas sneakers.

I look in the mirror and for once look nice. Do I look too nice? Does is look like I'm trying to hard? I take off my jacket and I'm about to take off my shirt when I hear a car horn outside. I look at the clock.

 It's 7:30

Ash is here. I walk down the stairs with a million different questions in my head. Should I really go out like this? Will he notice the thought I put into this outfit? Is it good or bad if he does?

Before I can convince myself to run upstairs and hide under my covers, I open the door. It's just like ripping off a band-aid. In front of me, I see Ash tapping his foot to the non-existent beat. He's holding a cup of coffee. 

"Morning," he says and smiles "I got you a coffee" I honestly wasn't expecting him to get me a coffee. Actually, I thought he wasn't going to remember to pick me up today. The fact that he did is pretty surprising. It's like he was thinking of me.

"Thanks," I say and take the coffee from his hand "What kind?"

"A hazelnut mocha frappuccino latte thing" he has an unsure look on his face

"Is this your personal favorite?" I start walking toward his car

"No, I picked it randomly off the menu," he says as he opens the door for me and he takes my crutches. As he walks to the opposite side of the car I notice he is wearing an ABBA shirt.

"Nice shirt," I say as he gets into the car

"I knew you would appreciate it"