I was ready. My hair was curled and freshly washed smelling like vanilla, smooth skin with a soft sensation, makeup on face and more dazzling than it normally is, sleeveless dress that was lime-green with little sparkles spotted every now and then across its silky contents on, I had jewelry that would glow in the moonlight, and last but not least, the perfect purple high heeled shoes leveling me out with my date. Nothing was going to ruin this night. Not for me, Hope, Felix, or Truman.

Truman had decided to take me to the State-fall Waterfall where the rumor was that there was an old hidden mine that had been wrecked in an explosion. Because Truman’s dad was head chef of the best restaurant in the city, we -I mean me- decided to have Truman make the meal for the trip: spaghetti, salad, and garlic bread.

It was a simple meal, but I think Truman’s dad never gave him the chance to cook it. His father was always impatient about his cooking and Truman was always impatient about his dad’s continuous complaining and bragging. Honestly, I was hoping that this would happen since I do like a good dinner.

There was a knocking on the door right as the clock struck six o'clock; he had arrived just on time. I walked through our painted dark yellow living room and opened the door.

“Oh my…” we both said in astonishment.

Truman was wearing a golden colored suit and pants with long dark yellow strips jetting down on it, his black hair was gelled back giving him that ‘bad boy’ look, his shirt was a light purple that was collared allowing him to wear a slick silver tie, his glasses were gone, and he was wearing purple shoes with white socks. I could finally tell that through all the impatient dork he was, he was a muscular cute man. He might just beat those British boys.

After the long wait I said, “Do you have the meal?”

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Truman was shocked back into reality. “Yeah, but you look way better than it will taste. By the way, my dad kinda took over the meal.”

“Oh thank goodness,” I said with relief.

“What?”

“Nothing,” I blankly said. “I’m just glad that you’re here. Let’s go.”

We quickly got into the car and Truman took the wheel. Behind us sat Felix and Hope who were arguing how Feliximo's outfit was.

Truman turned on the radio to escape the contention, but we drove in silence unable to say anything about our partner’s outfit. I mean seriously, what sort of friend looks that hot!? I mean random people you find are cute, jocks are hot, and movie stars are sexy, but friends aren’t supposed to be all of the above. That’s not how this world roles people! You’re not allowed to have a cute friend! That’s for the stars like Selena Gomez, Brittany Spears, or Taylor Swift not Ruth Umper. Wait a minute, maybe I’m going to be a star when I’m older…

Yeah, that’s right; all stars at a young age have sexy boyfriends.

Ha!

I guess I’m going to be a star. It was always foretold, ‘Ruth Umper, the shooting star of the season for maximum prettiness’ because I am the loveliest girl on the face of Planet Earth and…

“Kristy!?’ Felix exclaimed in the back of the car as the car stopped “Look, Hope, Kristy’s here too!”

And climbed out of the door and embraced her. He was wearing a classy suit, a silver tie to match Hope’s locket, and black shoes. Though he looked his best, he had clearly dressed on the go. Kristy was wearing short blue jeans, a flowered pink t-shirt, and black tennis shoes with her long black hair flat ‘n straight.

“Hey, Felix,” she said as he hugged her. “Oh, you look nice!”

Hope got out of the car with a smirk on her face. “Back off sunset, this one’s mine.”

She was wearing a black Simonet lined with a white pattern; a silver shirt that has a heart in its center, a silver skirt on her legs, and on her feet laid silver shoes with purple laces. Hope’s outfit six stars out of eleven. I would swap the shoes with high-heels.

The only thing of real value to her is her mother’s silver locket. Her mother’s locket. I smiled timidly remembering when a dog had helped Hope save us from a criminal and get the police to arrest him. That dog was Hope’s mother reincarnated. I haven’t seen her since, even though I owe her my life. I finally climbed out of the car and the date began.