The Perfect Date
“Hey momma you look pretty today!!!!”
“Thank you honey, but umm what you want”?
“Dang mom I can’t give you a compliment without you guessing I’m trying to get over on you??”
“Girl what do you want.”
“Ok, Ok, Ok momma I was wondering if I could go out tonight with the hottest guy in the school?”
“It depends, is he paying for you and where at?
“Well we are going to go to Santa Monica beach and hopefully home after that.”
“OK yes you can go and you better come straight home afterwards.”
“Ok I will mama”
When I got to my room I immediately had to start finding the perfect fit. I couldn’t make up my mind. Should I rock the mini skirt with the halter top, the mini shorts with my brand new Hollister hood and flip flops, or should I go with the halter top because it pushes my boos up perfectly in place and the mini skirt will show the definition in my calf muscles. I want this date to be perfect, and I want something like a relationship to eventually occur with me and him. The music was bumpin’ in my room while I was in the shower. I washed my hair with my tropical tampiene shampoo and conditioner. When I got out the shower I wrapped and styled my hair into a pretty bun, so therefore he could see the true definition in my face and sparkling brown eyes. I put my eye liner, mascara, and eye shadow on, and then I put my expensive Paris Hilton perfume on. He would smell me from miles away and he would also establish a certain smell just for me. I was almost finished getting dressed hen my mom knocked on the door and told me Michael was here for me. I was wondering how she knew his name, he had to have come up to the door like a real gentlemen. ”Boy boo, he trying to get big bonus points with my momma already, whoa!!!” so after, I put my clothes on and took a final look. Can you say, “I look good!!” I gave my mom a final goodbye and headed to Michael’s fresh all black shiny Caprice. When I entered the car, he said “what’s up baby girl?” I said hello and winked my eye at the same time. By the time we engaged conversation, I had already thrown in my fresh piece of Winterfresh gum. As we rolled down the highway, I could view the city lights from L.A. We were coming straight out of Pasadena, so the view was magnificent. I must admit that I was sort of nervous and my palms were super sweaty. Michael had the music playing at a medium tone and I was just so relaxed and chilled to the rhythm. It seemed like his seats were hugging me. The interior on the seats were so nice, also, the tinted windows gave me the feeling of a Royal queen. We had reached the parking lot for the pier and he paid his dub for an up-close and personal space (can you say bank roll!!!). As we walked on the pier, he offered me everything, ice cream, pictures, smoothies, and every other thing that the salesmen offered us. The weather was perfect and the sunset was a mixture of blue, pink, and purple. The breeze blew my facial and arm hairs in the direction of the wind. This was so perfect, I mean, what else could you possibly ask for? The hottest guy in school was at the beach with me looking into my eyes. Time flew by and shortly after we were headed to the car. The drive home was not in silence, either. He was actually spitting his game now. Now the mood of everything was getting good!! My ears opened up big and wide when I heard him say, “Monica, you’re one of the prettiest girls I know, so therefore I wanna hold you down girl. Will you be my girl?” By the time we were arriving home, I was telling him a big yes in response to his question. He walked me to the door and gave me a kiss goodbye on the cheek. I was screaming inside my head. As I walked in the door, the only thing I could think of was Monday, at school, with him.
“Thank you honey, but umm what you want”?
“Dang mom I can’t give you a compliment without you guessing I’m trying to get over on you??”
“Girl what do you want.”
“Ok, Ok, Ok momma I was wondering if I could go out tonight with the hottest guy in the school?”
“It depends, is he paying for you and where at?
“Well we are going to go to Santa Monica beach and hopefully home after that.”
“OK yes you can go and you better come straight home afterwards.”
“Ok I will mama”
When I got to my room I immediately had to start finding the perfect fit. I couldn’t make up my mind. Should I rock the mini skirt with the halter top, the mini shorts with my brand new Hollister hood and flip flops, or should I go with the halter top because it pushes my boos up perfectly in place and the mini skirt will show the definition in my calf muscles. I want this date to be perfect, and I want something like a relationship to eventually occur with me and him. The music was bumpin’ in my room while I was in the shower. I washed my hair with my tropical tampiene shampoo and conditioner. When I got out the shower I wrapped and styled my hair into a pretty bun, so therefore he could see the true definition in my face and sparkling brown eyes. I put my eye liner, mascara, and eye shadow on, and then I put my expensive Paris Hilton perfume on. He would smell me from miles away and he would also establish a certain smell just for me. I was almost finished getting dressed hen my mom knocked on the door and told me Michael was here for me. I was wondering how she knew his name, he had to have come up to the door like a real gentlemen. ”Boy boo, he trying to get big bonus points with my momma already, whoa!!!” so after, I put my clothes on and took a final look. Can you say, “I look good!!” I gave my mom a final goodbye and headed to Michael’s fresh all black shiny Caprice. When I entered the car, he said “what’s up baby girl?” I said hello and winked my eye at the same time. By the time we engaged conversation, I had already thrown in my fresh piece of Winterfresh gum. As we rolled down the highway, I could view the city lights from L.A. We were coming straight out of Pasadena, so the view was magnificent. I must admit that I was sort of nervous and my palms were super sweaty. Michael had the music playing at a medium tone and I was just so relaxed and chilled to the rhythm. It seemed like his seats were hugging me. The interior on the seats were so nice, also, the tinted windows gave me the feeling of a Royal queen. We had reached the parking lot for the pier and he paid his dub for an up-close and personal space (can you say bank roll!!!). As we walked on the pier, he offered me everything, ice cream, pictures, smoothies, and every other thing that the salesmen offered us. The weather was perfect and the sunset was a mixture of blue, pink, and purple. The breeze blew my facial and arm hairs in the direction of the wind. This was so perfect, I mean, what else could you possibly ask for? The hottest guy in school was at the beach with me looking into my eyes. Time flew by and shortly after we were headed to the car. The drive home was not in silence, either. He was actually spitting his game now. Now the mood of everything was getting good!! My ears opened up big and wide when I heard him say, “Monica, you’re one of the prettiest girls I know, so therefore I wanna hold you down girl. Will you be my girl?” By the time we were arriving home, I was telling him a big yes in response to his question. He walked me to the door and gave me a kiss goodbye on the cheek. I was screaming inside my head. As I walked in the door, the only thing I could think of was Monday, at school, with him.
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