Page 89 of The Things That Hold Us

I toss and turn, unable to fall back asleep even though exhaustion is suffocating me right now.

I lay on my back, and grab my phone, checking the time.

Before I even get a chance to see the time, I notice there’s a text from Logan. I pull it up, butterflies scrambling everywhere at just the sight of his name on my phone.

Do you want to get dinner? -Logan

OH.

Dinner? Is he asking me out?

I reply quickly.

I’ll say yes if you tell me why you’re acting so strange. -Charlie

I hit send, and smile to myself.

A second later, bubbles appear showing me he’s typing. My stomach flutters in anticipation. But then the bubbles stop. And then start again.

Come to dinner and I’ll tell you. -Logan

I roll my eyes, but smile. Of course he won't make it easy for me.

Fine. When? -Charlie

Tomorrow night. I’ll pick you up at 7. -Logan

Butterflies swarm throughout my whole body, and I instantly feel nervous.

Is this a date? Or just dinner as friends.

Is this a date, Logan? -Charlie

The screen bubbles again, but only for a second.

Yes. Go to sleep. -Logan

I set my phone down, and try to close my eyes, but now my nerves are getting the best of me. I feel wide awake. What do I wear? Where is he taking me? All kinds of first date jitters arecoming up, and then suddenly I remember I haven't been on a first date since my first date with Sam.

What if I mess it up?

I jump out of bed, even though I know I’ll regret not sleeping tomorrow. I’ll just get a double shot of espresso, it’ll be fine.

I go to my closet, and stand there trying to mentally put together an outfit before I start grabbing random things.

It’s starting to cool down outside, so something with a light sweater.

But should I wear a dress? Or pants? He didn't say where he was taking me, so I’m not sure how I should dress.

Better to play it safe I guess, so I go with pants.

I grab my high waisted jeans, a loose fitting t-shirt that I’ll tuck in, and a cozy sweater. I’ve never really been one to dress up for things, I prefer to be comfortable. But I’ll try to dress this up with some jewelry and curl my hair.

I lay out one more outfit, just in case, which is brownish pants that kind of bloom outwards, and a sage green knit tank top.

Satisfied with my options, I check the time and see that it's almost 3 in the morning.

I’m going to feel like shit tomorrow.

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