After school had finished I found myself standing in front of my wardrobe, staring at the 'poor' collection of clothes I had. I hardly ever leave the house so it mostly consists of hand-me-downs and TV merch which are either grubby, stained, or full of holes and loose stitches; now I had to find something that was at least decent for a date.

I groaned in annoyance whilst rubbing my temples. This is no good. It's already 4:56PM and I have to leave in half an hour to pick Molly up on time. The only other option was to see what my brother had.

Luckily he wasn't at home, otherwise even gaining access to his room would be an uneasy task, let alone him allowing me to borrow something. I wandered up to his storage of clothing and opened up one of the drawers. Neatly folded tops in order of sleeve length. Tsk. Just like him, that little obsessive brat.

Nevertheless I looked through the shirts, being careful not leave anything 'untidy' otherwise my brother would go berserk. When I reached the bottom of one of the piles, my hand touched something that most definitely wasn't a shirt. Out of curiosity, I lifted out the pile of shirts to reveal what it was exactly that my hand touched. When I saw it my face twisted in pure, utter disgust.

Dildos.

Six of them. All neatly lined up in order of size and colour.

What the actual fuck? My brother owns six dildos. Just one would be bad enough, but six?! Well, I do suppose he'd want enough to perfectly fill up a section of his draw... Still, though!

Ugh, I hate the images that going through my head right now. I wish I could unsee some things. I shook my head to try and get them out, and replaced the pile of shirts back on top of the... things, then continued my search for something to wear.

I managed to pick out a white-checkered dress shirt and took it back to my room. Looking back inside in my wardrobe I found a pair of black skinny jeans, the only pair without anything significantly wrong with them. I tried them on along with the shirt I got from my brother's room.

Trying the outfit on, I wore the shirt the way my brother would, all buttons done up and sleeves rolled down with cuffs. Needless to say that I look like a total prick. I kind of remind myself of Simon Bellamy, all serious with his buttons done up and his brief case. I have a top with him in somewhere that also has the words 'The Invisible Cunt' across it - I'd much prefer to wear that. 

Anyway. Upon seeing my clothing disaster, I proceeded to undo the top three buttons, remove the cuffs, and roll the sleeve up to my elbow.

I looked at myself in my full-length mirror. Now I actually looked like I was going somewhere. I'd go as far as saying I looked rather handsome. 

Picking my phone up off the bed, I checked the time. 5:28PM. Great. Now I need to go pick up my date.

I shoved the phone in my pocket along with some cash, and put on my black ankle boots. Grabbing my leather jacket and keys, I left and locked up my now empty house. 

Seeing as I had a few more years before I'm allowed to drive and both my mum and dad were out, I'd be walking to Molly's before taking her on a 'romantic' walk through the nearby park on our way to a charming café/restaurant that wouldn't take chunks out of the small bundle of funds I have. 

I make a quick left turn and head down the street. Molly didn't live in a super fancy area but it was nicer than my own and a half an hour walk from here. Not too far from our school, actually. 

I didn't mind the walking, though. I was used to it and liked the way I didn't have to talk or interact with anyone, I'd just be left with my own thoughts. Besides watching the way the street slowly go cleaner and greener will never cease to amaze me. Well, actually. It doesn't amaze me so much it just makes me realise that we need to move to somewhere nicer. 

It's not a surprise that my idiot brother never brings his friends round... If he even has any friends.

By the time I reached Molly, I had a small smile on my face. Not because I was about to do on a date or because I really wanted to see Molly but because it was a decent evening, for November, and Molly wouldn't freeze on the walk through the park. We'd probably freeze on the way back but I'll tackle that hurdle when it approaches. Oh! I can do that cheesy movie crap and give the lady my jacket. Heh, I'm such a lady-killer.

My shoulder's shake in a silent laugh and I use my amusement to allow a more natural smile - as opposed to my usual forced ones - to slide on my face. Then, I raise my fist and knock on the door twice. 

A free moments pass and if this date actually meant something to me I'm guessing they'd have been tense and nerve racking. The door opens, emitting a warm homely glow from the lights inside. I can see a staircase before Molly steps closer, beaming.

She's in a lovely royal blue dress that reaches her knee and over that she has a darker blue cardigan. A thick, black belt is wrapped her waist to give her skinny figure a bit more shape. There's a sliver 'M' necklace around her neck and she's got a matching charm bracelet on. Not too flashy or formal, but not too casual either.

I wonder if she stressed about her outfit. She definitely pulled it off. Gay or not, I can acknowledge how beautiful Molly looks right now. 

"You look-" 

I don't get to finish, because Molly's dad steps out and faces me, cutting me off without breathing a word. He's scowling at me. No doubt, he already has ten thousand reasons I'm no good for his lovely daughter. I bet I can give him a run for his money and give him twenty thousand reasons I'm no good for her. 

"You look after her, you hear?" The voice doesn't fit him. He looks like a huge softie, even with the fierce face he's pulling.

I nod anyway. "Yes, of course." 

"Dad..." Molly complains, elbowing the greying man who was a much older male version of herself. She's got that tomato red blush again. 

Her father's whole aura seems to shift then. From over protective dad to a fool who can't keep the laughter in. His laughter seems to echo through the whole street and I fight the urge to cringe. 

This is why I stay in my house 24/7. Happy people just piss me off. 

The man grins at me and I recognise Molly's smile on his face. "I'm only kidding, lad. Just be back before midnight, 'right kids?" 

This time I just nod. Molly answers with an embarrassed 'yes, dad'. 

I'm not too sure what we'd be doing until midnight. Most places close at ten or eleven. What would a pair of sixteen year olds do for one or two hours?... Oh, a pair of sixteen year olds...

Woah, woah, woah. Hold up. Did he just hint that I plan to sleep with his daughter on our first (and hopefully last) date?! 

Jesus Christ. Being legally able to do the do doesn't mean we have to do it! Besides, I'm gay so there's next to no chance of even a kiss!

Right. Shoving those thoughts off a cliff and not evening starting on what was wrong with them. Oh god, that's what I had to do with what I found in my brother's room.

I clench my forehead with a pained expression and try to remove both thoughts from my head. Just as I did that I heard Molly's soft voice.

"A-are you okay, James? Have you got a headache or something?"

"Oh. No I'm fine, don't worry about me. Shall we get going?"

I turn to Molly and smile, gesturing for her to come along with me. As I twirl to head back down the path, I don't miss her look of disappointment. 

I almost feel bad. No doubt she expected me to offer my hand to her or something.

When we reach the end of the path and she's waved goodbye to her father, I offer her the most genuine smile I could muster. 

"We're going to walk through the park to this nice restaurant I know. That okay?"  

Molly nods. "Sure!" 

Enthusiastic much?

We start walking, side by side. Molly slowly drifted closer but she wasn't so close that we were touching so it was okay. I think she noticed my sideway glances. 

We made casual conversation as we strolled through the park. Jumping from topic to topic. I reheard a few things that Sally had already told me, despite the fact I didn't care. Hearing it from Molly didn't make me care, either. We spoke about the upcoming French oral exam briefly too. Thankfully avoiding the subject of the hot piece of ass that is our new teacher. 

Things were actually going okay and I was beginning to think that I may actually have a nice evening because Molly wasn't half as bad as the brainless idiots we go to school with. No wonder she's drawn to me, really. 

But then, something terrible happened. 

It was an accident. I didn't mean to and she wasn't seriously injured...

It's just... Well, she touched me. It wasn't her fault. I mean, I never told her about the way I hate physical contact. They'd never been a reason for me to mention it to her and by this point in the evening I had become convinced that she wasn't going to try to touch me. 

We were approaching the gate out of the park and I could see the restaurant. I was just about to open my mouth to tell Molly I could see it and we were nearly there when I felt her hand brush against mine and her slim fingers slot themselves between my own. 

It was like I was suddenly possessed and unable to control my actions. 

Using all the force I could muster, I tore my hand from hers and simultaneously knocked her away from me. Molly went tumbling to the floor, hissing in pain as she planted straight on her butt - probably bruising it. 

Her brown eyes were wet with tears and her face quickly heated up as she looked up at me, shocked. She seemed ten times smaller sat there, looking like an abandoned broken toy. 

All I could do was stare...