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It was already 6:23. I had 37 minutes to choose an outfit. I hadn't had time to unpack and put away all my stuff, so all my clothes were thrown around on the floor. I heard a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" I called.

"The easter bunny," he replied.
I sighed. "Come in, Steve."

He opened the door and plopped on my bed. "How do ya like your new room?" He asked.

I smiled. "I like it a lot. Its great."

"Well, you've already made a mess," he said eyeballing my clothes.

I laughed. "I'm just trying to pick outta good outfit. I gotta date tonight at the Dingo."

His face fell and he gave me a weird look. "With who?"

"Who do you think?"

He gasped. "Its Dally, isn't it?"

"Duh."

He shook his head with disapproval. "Wait till dad hears about this."

I glared at him. "Steven Lucas Randle, don't you da-"

"Dad!" He yelled. "Come here!"

I groaned and fell face first into my pillow. Our dad came rushing in.

"What is it now?" He asked. "I'm busy!"

"Nugget here, has a date," Steve told him.

Dad smiled faintly. "Already? You just got here."

"And guess who its with!" Steve continued.

I groaned again as dad asked who.

"Dally. Your only daughter is going on a date with the hoodest hood in all of Tulsa," Steve said dramatically.

Dad looked at me. "Really?"

I nodded my head, slowly.

He smiled. "Way to go, Nugget. Steve, get out, so she can get ready."

I laughed as Steve's mouth fell open in shock.

"You heard 'em," I said, pushing him out. "Get out."

Steve stood in my doorway and shook his head. "How did you do that?"

I smiled. "My charm." And I slammed the door in his face.

I finally did pick out an outfit. I chose a purple flowy croptop, and some tight, black, high waisted jeans with rips in the thighs. I tossed on a black leather jacket and my favorite combat boots. I ran a brush through my hair, which was still very straight. I twirled in the mirror. I looked totally bad ass.

I heard my door again. I whipped around to see Steve in my doorway again.

"What the hell do you want, Steven?"

He sighed. "I just wanna tell you about Dallas. He-"
"Steve!"

"Hear me out!"

I sighed. "Make it quick."

"Dal's my buddy, but he sure has a way with girls. He doesn't like to get serious. He probably just wants to sleep with you, sis, and I don't want that for ya."

"Get out," I warned.

"Dally's-"

"Out!"
He slammed the door and I sat on my bed. Can't he just support me? I was mad. I grabbed a book off the floor and opened it up to kill time before he showed. I was so absorbed in the book, I forgot about everything until I heard ANOTHER knock on my door.

"What now?" I asked, annoyed.

Steve opened the door and looked at me sympathetically. "You alright?" He asked soflty.
"Yeah," I replied slowly. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"It's 7:40." I turned to the clock and he was right. I felt my heart drop to my stomach.

Steve walked in closing the door behind him. "Need a hug?"

I shook my head.

"Do ya need to rant?"

I nodded my head. He sighed and sat on the edge of my bed. "Okay, go."

I took a deep breath. "What the hell, he said he'd be here at 7 and he's 40 minutes late, what a douche bag, I can't believe this you were right Steve, and I was wrong, and know I don't know want to do because I'm never wrong!"

He shook his head. "How do you talk so fast?"

I shrugged and he wrapped his arms around me. "Its okay, Nugget. You'll be okay."

He hugged me for a little while longer, but I refused to cry. Finally, I pulled away.

"Wanna watch a movie with me?" He asked.

"But its Friday night. Shouldn't you take your girlfriend out?"

He shrugged. "Baxter can wait. You comin' or not?"

I smiled and nodded my head.

We went downstairs and turned on some western movie called The Professionals. It was about 8:00 when the doorbell rang again. Steve didn't move, so i got up and answered the door. Dally was standing in the doorway, a fresh weed in his mouth and a smile on his face.

I glared at him. "You're late."

"Yeah, and you're hot. Are we stating the obvious?"

I would have smacked him if it weren't for that one line.