A Date

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I fumbled over what to wear to my date. The pink one or the blue? I couldn’t choose. My mind was still on him. How he looked, how he dressed, how tall was he…I was worried, if he wasn’t like that in real life, what was I to do?
In the chat rooms, we would talk for hours about our interest and anything under the sun. He would toy with me with his silly comments and make me feel so loved. Infatuation you might say, well fortunately it was. We also would have heated debates about democrats and republicans and sometimes have discussions about social issues that pertained to our situation as adolescent teens. He was so knowledgeable.
I wore my red top with black jeans accompanied with a red and silver necklace that I dug up from the pits of my jewelry box that I never used. It was strange. This feeling of butterflies in my stomach really irked me, as I have never felt so anxious and nervous in my whole 15 years before.
Whenever I was in the chat room, he would be the first person that greeted me. He was the first person who was so friendly and honest about everything, never sugarcoating words and never hurting with crude jokes, like some of my classmates that I know of. It was a wonder, whenever I came online, he was always there, ready to have a conversation with me. We would talk late into the night, losing track of time but always had to go when our parents called, almost simultaneously. I guessed it was fate.
I took a cab down to Borders at Wheelock place. I glanced at my watch; it was a quarter past two. Fifteen more minutes to get there. It would take a miracle to reach there in time. I took out his Christmas present, which was by his favourite author Anthony Horowitz. “Snakehead” was printed on the front and I turned to look at the page where I wrote a little note. I read it several times just to make sure I used the right words to convey my feelings. My heart pounded with anticipation, it was nerve wrecking.
“Could I bring you out on Christmas eve?” The words flashed on my computer screen. I contemplated for a while. What if he expected me to be pretty and short? What if he was a pedophile? No, I could not doubt him; he was the nicest person I have met. Even my own brother was not as nice as him. He told me his deepest secrets and most intimate feelings. But then again it could be all a lie.
I stepped out of the cab and headed towards the mall. I tried to rack my brain of the previous conversation he had with me. Was he wearing a black shirt with grey pants or was it the other way round? I tidied up my hair while passing the automatic glass door. I spotted a dark figure with a similar description of him. He was holding a newspaper and reading it. As I approached him gingerly, he took out his sunglasses. There was silence.
“Sandra?” He broke the silence.
“William?” I spoke with utmost fear and trembling. He nodded. I hugged him as we crumbled down in laughter. Now I knew the other side of my twin brother.

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p.s. no plagarism! okay? Yup yup.