It wasn't a date.

It wasn't a date.

Even though it really seemed like it was a date, it wasn't a date. It was just celebrating her birthday. With a guy she liked a lot.

It wasn't a date. Such a label only seemed to bring bad luck.

Yvette did feel quite a bit anxious as she stood there in the park waiting for Topher to show up. She had been willing to get out of the house just so she could spend some time with this boy. It felt nice to get out of the house for a change, though the time she spent in her home was strictly by her own choice.

Due to the time of year, it seemed as if the girl had decided to dress up in a theme to suit the holidays. She had a ridiculously long scarf that she had crocheted approximately one year ago while she was in the hospital that had two giant bells tied to the ends. One thing that did get a bit annoying about such large bells was how low pitch the jingling sounds were.

If there was something the girl was thankful for, it was that she was not in the hospital for her birthday again this year. Two years in a row was pretty harsh in all honesty. As she waited for the blue haired boy to show up, she stood ridiculously still, as if to not tempt those large bells to make any noises.

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It was totally a date.

Topher had spent the last few minutes trying to figure out which sweater to wear. He could have sworn up until that point that girls were the only one's who did that but there was a first time for everything. Besides, his winter sweaters weren't the most masculine articles of clothing. It was like Mr. Cosby had been standing in a holiday's Macy's window. So, the boy had eventually settled on layering a good 3 light jackets in a way that at least looked presentable.

It was a fairly quick walk to the park especially for a boy that normally walked a rather brisk pace. I was Yvette's birthday and a date. Leaving the poor girl waiting would have been a crime. When he finally saw the characteristic dark purple hair, he froze, clutching the delicately wrapped box even tighter. Was he actually feeling...nervous? No. I couldn't be. His face suddenly felt much warmer than normal.

Am I blushing?...

Topher dismissed it entirely. It's just because it's cold. It's just because of the cold. There's no way he was blushing. It was freezing! He swallowed as he took a few tentative steps towards her, suddenly not quite knowing what to do. Just walk up to her and say hi. The same line replayed in his head as Topher finally approached her, trying his best to not look like a total idiot, anyone looking could see that the boy was feeling anything but casual. There wasa soft, nervous laugh in an attempt to get her attention as normally as possible. Normal was key here. Totally.

"Um...hey Yvette. I...um...I like your scarf..."


The moment she had heard the boy, she shifted slightly to face him, causing the bells to make that low pitched clanking noise. She couldn't help but wince slightly, as if she had been trying to prevent it, but ended up failing.

Trying to recover as best as she could from her inevitable failure, she smiled towards the rosy-cheeked boy, easily noticing the box he seemed to be holding onto for dear life. "Uh... hi Topher..." She shifted awkwardly again, more low pitch jingling echoing about them as she seemed to readjust her purse before stepping closer by three whole shuffles. She lifted a hand up and wiggled her fingers lamely in his direction, not seeming to know what to do.

Eventually, she seemed to process the fact he had complimented her scarf, which she then in a delayed, flustered manner, replied "Oh, um! Thanks! I... I um... ImadeitlastyearwhenIwasinthehospital..."

She wanted to smack herself for even mentioning such a thing, but it was the truth. She had crocheted that long scarf while recovering last year after a horrid allergic reaction.

Why'd you say that?! Now you'll make him feel bad! Yvette, you are a dumb dumb!