Dec 03, 2010 21:38
Okay. I looked myself up and down in the borrowed mirror. Clean shirt? Check. Clean jeans? Check. Hair not messed up? Check. Nervous about this date? Oh, yeah.
But maybe that was the point. I had to admit that there was a certain thrill that this was finally going to happen. Even the moment of asking Annabeth out on a date had gone well.
("Um... wanna go out?" "Uh... yeah, sure!" "...How about tomorrow at six?" "Six? Great!" "We'll get dinner at the kitchen and see a movie?" "Yeah. I'd like that!" "So... I'll pick you up at six?" "Six it is!")
"Wish me luck, Mrs. O'Leary," I said as I passed her in her doghouse and walked into the woods. Mrs. O'Leary looked up and let out a cheery WOOF! before settling down. I took that as encouragement.
I tried not to think about how the evening would go, though of course I did. I was stepping into the unknown, and that was frightening. Though, really, it should be far less frightening than the unknown we've stepped into before. Indeed, it could be something magical.
"We'll see," I muttered. I walked up the steps to Annabeth's hut and knocked on her door.
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