Poor Dave- he was still crying. He had told me earlier that his eyes were watering, but I'm pretty sure they were tears...I mean, this isn't the first time I've made someone cry, since I went through a phase when I basically screwed at everyone, but I actually felt bad this time, because Dave seemed like a nice guy.
When we got in my room I glanced at him and saw him smile a bit. I let out a small laugh.
"What?" He asked, sounding worried. I smirked slightly.
"It's just...when you smile like that; you look funny because your eyes are all squinty and puffy." I said with a grin. He looked baffled.
"Hey- you're supposed to be being nice to me!" At first I thought he was angry, but when I looked at him, he was trying not to smile.
"Yeah yeah- I gave you ice right? That's as good as it gets!" I said with a smile, letting go of his hand which I'd forgotten I'd been holding and flopping down on my bed, patting the duvet next to me. He sat awkwardly beside me, looking round the room, a small smile on his lips.
"So- when are you gonna show me that comic book shop?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him. He shrugged.
"I dunno- how bout after school on Monday? We have last lesson together right?" He asked, looking over at me. I nodded.
We swapped numbers, to keep in touch before he left- luckily, Brian wasn't home yet. I watched him leaving from the door, letting out a laugh as he stumbled slightly. His eyes were pretty much ok now- it looked like he had been crying...which he had, but still.
About ten minutes after he'd left, Brian walked in through the door.
"Ok, I got some stuff for tonight- the guy's coming over about six...He's really important, saw me running and we got talking. Last name's D'amico or something...high up, anyway. He was in a limo!" He said with a smirk.
I raised an eyebrow boredly- Brian was always trying to invite people round. Something about a 'sense of community' or whatever. But a guy in a limo was a first.
I saw him staring at me and narrowed my eyes suspiciously.
"What?" I asked with a sigh. He shrugged and started putting the groceries away, sneaking glances when he thought I wasn't looking. I huffed and turned to him.
"Ok, you wanna say something. What?" I demanded, glaring slightly.
"It's just...he was in a limo...in a SUIT, and he has a son so..." It clicked. He was staring at what I was wearing.
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" I asked, looking down.
"Well, I'm just saying...wearing a hoodie and jeans in front of a man in a suit...maybe try a dress?" My eyes widened in horror. Hell no.
"Come on, just this once? I'll give you fifty dollars..." I bit my lip and nodded slowly, heading up stairs.
Great. I have to wear a freaking dress...