First Date
It was a hot summer day, mid July. My mother cooks in the morning right before school. So when me and my brother wake up, its nothing but fresh toast, bacon, eggs and orange juice. Sometimes she would cook pancakes but it looks as if today's a special day.
"Mom whats the occasion?" i ask as i walk downstairs with my hands in my bed head.
" Why honey, today your boyfriend is taking you on your first date." My eyes shot open with confusion and i darted up the stairs. I had totally forgotten about it. I hope he doesn't show up so soon, i look a mess. " Dallas, make sure to wake your brother. He wouldn't want to miss Erin coming for breakfast. You know them two are practically brothers" mom yelled from the kitchen. i rolled my eyes and ran into my brothers room. "Daniel get the hell up, Erin's coming for breakfast" i grabbed his pillows and blankets and pulled them off the bed, with him wrapped all in it. " DALLAS !!!!!" he yelled laughing. He got up and sat in his game chair. "Mom told me to wake you so get up. I have got to get ready, he could be here any minute." i walked to my room, which is only to the right of his. The bathroom has two doors so both of us have access to it. I hate sharing a bathroom.
"Race ya to the bathroom, Dallas" he says as hes running to the door. "Nah go ahead. I have to find clothes." I walk in my closet only to find two shirts and a dress left on the hanger. "Mom, where are all my clothes?" "I threw them in a box so we could go shopping later today and find you some new outfits." I liked shopping but she would always want to go every two weeks. That doesnt give me enough time to enjoy the ones i had just bought.
"What am i suppose to wear today when Erin comes over?" i really didnt want to wear the two shirts that were left in my closet. They were shirts that had band names on them. Not my idea of dressing like that to my boyfriends date plans. " Wear something of mine. Anything you want honey." she says. I walk to her room and open her closet. Thats it. The purple shirt she would NEVER let me wear. She knows purple is my favorite color. This shirt had lace on the sleeves and a built tank top. It was perfect for my black leggings with my purple diamond sandals. "MOM???!!!" i yell just to see what she would say. I mean the last time i asked her if i could wear it was when i was 15. Im 18 now so maybe she will let me. "What Dallas? im trying to finish breakfast before Erin gets here." Its only 8:35 AM. Erin doesnt wake up til 9. Plenty of time. He does live down the street though.
So mom let me wear that shirt. I felt more of an adult in it. I stare at myself in the mirror, put my makeup on and at the edge of my door, Daniel was staring at me with a smile. "What dude?" "Nothing, just waiting on you to get done looking pretty for Erin. i dont know why you have to look like that everytime he comes over. He doesnt seem to dislike you without anything on." i caught that real quick and threw my brush at him. he ran downstairs laughing.
There. all done. Now time to go downstairs and set the table. I walk downstairs making sure he isnt here yet. "want to shoot some hoops?" a deep voice had asked another deep voice but not quit as deep. "Arent you going to wait for Dallas to come downstairs?" Erin was here. Oh crap. I need my shoes and look at myself one last time.
I walk down the stairs and all i hear is complete silence. Where had Erin and Daniel gone? I hope they didnt leave me here after i took a long preparation to get ready."Wheres Daniel and Erin?" i ask my mom who had already set the table. " Oh they went to look at Erins new truck. You should go check it out." she said with a wink. I turn around and see him walking to the front door. He was looking different today. Seemed brighter than what i see everyday at school. I look at my mom. She wasnt paying attention to me at all. " Dallas, dont you look good" he had said with a smile on his face. He gave me a hug and held me tight. "When did you get that truck?" He let go and looked at me." oh come on and check this out." he grabs my hand and tags me along outside. Woah. It was a nice matte black Dodge ram with a little bit of height to it. The lights underneath were...they were...purple. "i know purple is your favorite color so i had them installed." how sweet. "I love it Erin. I cant wait to have our own place and have this sitting in our front yard. Til then ill only get to see it when i see you" i say with a sad but happy tone. I was happy for him. He needed an upgrade from that old beaten down car his parents had gotten for him. He shut the doors and turned off the light. "So the food smells good." he grabs me and turns me around in the front yard. "Yeah my mom gets happy when you come over. My dad however, isnt here, and hasnt been so its just her." i lay my hand on his chest and he says "your dad doesnt need to meet me. He isnt the one who raised you to be the girl ive fallen for" That made my heart melt. He gave me a kiss on my forehead and we walk in.
"Erin, Dallas foods ready. Grab a plate and dont eat fast." she says. Mom would be the one to clean and cook and do all the chores. Never liked us doing them. She says " the parents are the workers, the kids are the entertainers til they have kids" So thats what we live by here in Ohio. Lonely town. Lonely streets. It is busy at times but where i stay at, its nothing but back roads and trees. We are not ghetto or city, but we are not country either. It was just the perfect place to be if you are stressed a lot.
Although, I didn't stress much. I went to school, went to work, and very often, i go to hang out with my best friend Kline. Hes been my best friend since we were babies. He was a mixed boy who had always had his life easy and handed to him. He doesn't like it though. He wishes his father would let him choose something in his life.He never has choices left up to him. His family does it all. I wish i had a life planned out like him but i know it would be hard because we arent as rich as him. His family owns a lot of land, i cant remember how large he had said it was. The house they stay in is a three story mansion with old fences around it along with a long driveway. His dad was a mechanic growing up, then he went into the navy. Soon after that, they moved here from Montana to be with his dads new girlfriend but that didn't last long. So now, hes a cop. The best ones around at that. I have always considered his dad as my own. Hes a big tough guy who works out every day and of course drags Kline along with him. Kline and i never dated or anything of that sort. He was cute of course, but not my type. Mixed kid, curly brown hair, his eyes weren't brown and you would think a mixed kids eye were brown but no. his were a grey color. He kept his hair long tho, sometimes in pony tails like mine or just in a hat. Doesnt matter, his hair was the only thing his parents didnt have control over. His father cared for him. He didnt want the same thing happen to Kline. I understood that, but at the same time i didnt have a father to protect me. Mine left when i was born. But Kline is the only child. Lucky.
I was born January 29th on a Sunday. I was born a week early but im as healthy as im suppose to be. On the day i was born, my mom was outside working in the garden by the driveway, when she had felt her water break. My dad wasnt there at the time, so my grandma who lived next door had heard her yell. She drove my mom to the nearest hospital and thats when i was born. After they let my mom hold me for the first time, she wanted to see if my dad would come and like to see me. She had called, said he was on the way but stuck in traffic. My mom never saw or heard from him again. She thinks its because i was a girl. My dad wanted a son. Thats when he blocked her number and came to the house that night as my grandma went home to get me and my mom some clothes. What a sad father figure.
Allen, my brothers dad, is a different story. Hes around the same age as my dad but hes far better. He was there for the whole birth of Daniel. he said he didnt know what giving birth looked like til he saw my mom scream in pain to give birth to Daniel. He was a big baby. Chunky too. I was there but i was 6. I was too busy playing with dolls and animals. When my mom had brought baby Daniel home, she had set up a room for him. We didnt know what gender it was at the time. She wanted to wait for it to be a surprise. Anyway, we made him a room which is still the room he is in today. We are still in the rooms we were given as a baby. no, we didnt move, my brother wants to but my mom is the only parent we have and her job is too busy to let her get a new house planned out and in set for motion. I wish we could get a new house, but i have so many memories in this old house. Its not old, let me rephrase that, its just old to me. My dad had helped build this house a couple weeks before i was born. Thats when he made me a room, of course he wanted a boy so he painted it blue. I was digging it anyway til i was 14 then i wanted it to be purple. Its been that color since. My brothers color is orange, thats just not a good color for me. Its too deep and emotional. Like the sun shining so bright then it gets orange, as if its tired and wanting to rest. Not for me. The purple is more happy, but it also can represent sadness too. Its both for me. Also just pretty.
Today i was going on my first date, and it was tough because i thought about how my father should be talking to my boyfriend about what time i should be home and what not to do, but he wasnt nowhere for my whole 18 years of living. He doesnt even want to see me i guess. He hasnt tried contacting me or my mom. I went on the date anyway, without my father for the 18th year.
