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f2f || of first dates and vacations
In truth she feels like she’s about to upchuck. Smoothing brown hands over her shirt, Chase searched for wrinkles in the cotton, even though they knew they wouldn’t find them. It’s the nerves. For sure. When Santa, popped her head into Chase’s old bedroom, Chase looked up from her mirror and sighed. “Don’t say anything.” She caught the mischievous grin on her cousin’s face and snatched up her wallet from the bed. “Looking good primo. Here,” pulling a small batch of flowers from her back, Chase laughed out loud and took them. “You’re gonna need them for your date.” Okay, they had to get out of this house before they received another pep talk from a family member. Rolling her eyes, Chase picked up her jacket and walked towards the front door with her cousin as she talked her ear off. The chatter helped with some of those nerves. Hugging her cousin goodbye, she zipped back to her car to collect her date from the hotel. Pulling into a spot near their hotel room, they pulled their phone out and dialed the familiar number. “Hey, I’m outside.”
@cam-stories
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Camille brought a couple of ‘date-like’ dresses, one must always be prepared, even if there was no way to know what to expect on a trip to your fwb’s home town. She’d brought the outfits but never expected for this to be a thing... A date? She felt a little unsure calling it that, and she felt a lot unsure about how much she was looking forward to it. Attempting to tamper her expectations felt like a near impossibility. Cam stood in the bathroom of her hotel room inspecting her makeup and dress. She smiled, not because she looked good, though she did look really fantastic if she did say so herself, but because she was going out to have fun. Fun, that she needed, with someone who made her feel frustrated and funny and crazy and beautiful... It wouldn’t be so bad to let the worry go for an evening...
Looking down at her phone, Camille rolled her eyes as a bright smile spread across her lips. “Who is this?...” A soft chuckle escaped a moment later. “Just give me 5 minutes.” Fifteen minutes later, Camille moved toward the car. “Hey, Big Head.” A playful smile danced along her face.