Zac nervously stepped up to the front stoop of Rayma's house in Detroit, Michigan and gathered up the guts to ring her doorbell. Tonight is the big night, he thought wildly. The night where he would get his date with the only girl his heart was meant for... a girl named Rayma.
He wasn't wearing anything special. Just a long-sleeved, green t-shirt with white stripes and an old pair of baggy jeans that had been worn in. At first, he'd thought about dressing a little more 'dressier' than usual, and then decided to scratch the idea and just go along with one of his normal outfits.
He rang the doorbell. A few moments later, a dark-haired girl answered the door, wearing a sleeveless shirt and shorts. Short shorts, to add on top of that. 'Rayma,' Zac's lips started to form the word, but no sound came out. He'd gone over and over in his mind what he would say at the beginning of his first date. He imagined he'd step up to her and shoot out a charming comment like, 'Woah baby, love the outfit!' or 'You look so fine tonight!' or maybe even something as simple as 'Hi Rayma, glad we could get together tonight.' But no, Zac only managed to say the one thing he'd hoped he wouldn't, so he wouldn't make a huge fool out of himself.
"Oh my," he mumbled, checking her out from head to toe.
Rayma only giggled and stepped out of her house, closing the door behind her carefully.
"Hi Zac," she greeted him bravely. "This is really sweet of you."
"Oh, uh, no problem," he replied, almost stumbling over his words.
He couldn't bare to take his eyes off of her, no matter how hard he tried. 'She's beautiful,' he thought happily. It had to be a dream. There was no way he'd ever thought that him getting a date with such a beautiful girl was possible.
"Come on," Zac said, grabbing her hand. "I know of a place that we can go."
Zac turned to head down the walkway leading back to the sidewalk in front of her house. He knew he was beaming with pride and he smiled down at his hand, locked with hers.
The two took off, hand-in-hand, down the sidewalk together. Zac could feel himself blushing as they hurried.
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"What are you guys doing in here? I thought you'd be out together somewhere," I asked, when the door to our hotel room creaked open and in popped Zac and Rayma, holding hands.
"We were out somewhere. Now we're here," Zac said simply.
I crawled off the bed, where I had been watching TV. "Whatever. Go into the other room. Jen and I want to be alone, okay?"
Zac rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. We know you two are going to spend the whole night making out on that bed."
Rayma laughed.
"Oh, and you two aren't?" I shot back.
Zac only smiled innocently. I looked over to Rayma, who was still being shy around me, like she had been before. She smiled over at me. I was yawning.
I quickly returned the smile. "Hey Rayma-Roo. How's life, girl?"
She laughed at my dry sense of humor.
"Not too much out of the usual here."
"Cool." I looked back at Zac. "You can leave now, weirdo," I told him, making little 'go away' movements with my hands.
Zac stuck out his tongue.
"You're so immature."
He shrugged. "I like being that way. At least I'm not a little grump like you."
"Yeah, good thing, because that's my role. Now scram!"
"Sheesh, Taylor, hold your damn horses. We're leaving, okay? Happy?"
He lead Rayma into the next room and slowly closed the door. I barely made out the sound of the lock clicking.
I grinned, wondering if Zac was going to try something or not.
"What's so damn funny?" I heard Jennifer ask from somewhere behind me.
I turned around and raised an eyebrow when I saw her. She had reappeared from the bathroom wearing only two towels - one drapped around her head and the other covering the rest of her body. Obviously, she had just stepped out of the shower.
"My, my, aren't we dressed up nicely tonight," I joked.
She smirked. "Well, I won't be like this for long. Just came out to get some clothes."
"Damn. I think the towels are fine. Now, what would be even better is if you just suddenly decided to put on a strip show. Now that would be something!" I smiled at the nasty thoughts running through my head that I just knew I shouldnt be thinking.
"Funny. Just a shame that it won't be happening," she cracked and walked over to the dresser. Jen opened up the top drawer and quickly picked out something to put on.
"Gonna get dressed out here?" I asked hopefully.
"Ha. Don't you just wish!" she said and rushed back into the bathroom.
"Hey, a guy can dream, can't he?" I called after her.
I was relaxing again on the bed again, staring at the TV screen, when she reappeared a few minutes later wearing a white tank top and a pair of jean cut-offs. She was hot looking. Really hot.
"Oh baby, come here," I said sweetly with outstretched arms.
She gladly crawled into my arms and gave me a hug. She smelled like shampoo. I kissed her gently, glad that we were alone.