Who: Natalie and Evan What: Meeting When: Six years ago Where: Cliche high school party! Rating: TBD
Natalie had spent entirely too long picking out an outfit for the evening, but a destroyed bedroom later, she was happy with her choice. The whole make up thing was still a little new, but she was getting pretty good at applying it these days, and when Natalie left her house in her (SHE WAS TOTALLY DRIVING NOW) car, she liked to think that David would like what he saw.
She was still a little shocked that she was talking to him, a senior and a really good-looking one at that. He was into theater, which was cool- different from all the jocks she found herself surrounded by on a regular basis. Did she mention he was really good-looking?
When she reached the front door of the house, Natalie hesitated. She didn't exactly know who was going to be here. What if it was weird that she was a sophomore? Was everyone else going to be a senior? There was a brief moment of panic before the door swung open from the inside and Natalie had no choice but to enter, offering a sheepish smile as she ducked inside.
Having a drink in her hand helped things, but despite being a solid thirty-five minutes later than she said she would be, David Bacchus was nowhere to be seen. Another lap around the house was enough for her. She ducked into the kitchen and settled herself on a clean bit of counter space. She dug out her phone and sent a text to her friend, taking her time to thoroughly explain her awkwardness so that she would, at least, look like she had friends elsewhere if she clearly didn't have them there.