I Never Imagined ✔️

Chapter 29: The First One (Part 1)

Song: Perfect by Ed Sheeran. I thought the song would be *perfect* for this chapter. I'll shut up with the bad puns and let you read it.

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"What do you think, Anthony?" I ask. Most girls ask their moms or sisters for advice like this. I don't know why an almost eighteen year old girl is asking her older brother for advice, but he can be good when it comes to that.

"Whatever feels good to you, Sophia. It's your choice at the end of the day," he says. I frown. He isn't helping right now. "You're supposed to be helping me here," I say assertively. Anthony rolls his eyes. "Sophia, I don't know what to help you with. It's really your own opinion. I can't change that," he says.

"Come on, Anthony. Can you please help me? This is a really important decision for me," I plea. Anthony raises his eyebrows. "Sophia, trying to decide what color you should wear on your first date isn't an important decision," he says. I raise an eyebrow back at him. "How would you know? You've never had the guts to ask a girl out on one," I say.

Anthony opens his mouth to protest, but I cut him off. "And no, prom doesn't count. Especially since the girl asked you," I say. Anthony frowns. "Okay, Julia didn't ask me. She just merely suggested we go together," he says. I start to laugh out of pure sarcasm. "Merely suggest? Does, 'Hey, prom's this Saturday. Do you want to go together?' sound like suggesting?" I ask.

"At least I stayed with her the whole night," he says defiantly. My mouth falls open. "Are you amnesiac? You ditched her halfway for Devon and deleted all the pictures of her and you on your phone so we wouldn't see what she looked like," I say. Anthony shakes his head.

"Hey, she wasn't really my type," he says. I scoff. "I have no hopes for you and your love life. Your non existent love life," I say. After our little mini bicker, my dad comes into my room. "What's all this bickering about?" he asks, slightly annoyed. "I was just reminding Anthony of prom night and how he ditched poor Julia," I say.

My dad nods his head. "Oh yeah. Anthony, the day you get a girlfriend is the day Sophia says she hates Oreos," my dad says, and we laugh. "Dad, what color do you think I should wear for my date tonight?" I ask. My dad thinks for a few seconds. "How about neon yellow?" he asks. I shake my head.

"I do not look good in neon yellow. Why do you say that?" I ask. My dad smirks. "Because, that way, all the boys will stay away from my little girl," my dad says. I frown. "Dad, I'm seventeen. I'm going to be eighteen really soon. I can't believe you still consider me your little girl," I say. He smiles. "You'll always be my little girl," he says, and he hugs me.

I love how I am a daddy's girl, but he can be a tad bit overprotective sometimes. He's still the best though. "Sophia, when is Ray coming?" my mom asks, hurrying up the stairs and into my room. "What's the time?" I ask. My mom looks at her watch. "4:45," she says. "Then in 45 minutes," I say. "What are you going to wear?" she asks. I shrug.

"He said not to dress too formal. I'm struggling to decide on a color to wear today. And the men in this house aren't helping with that," I say. My mom shakes her head.

"Sophia, the one thing you should note is that most men suck at fashion. I am not saying all of them do, but most do. Why else did I go to the store with Anthony when it came time to pick a tuxedo for prom? Hell, I'm going to probably end up picking the tuxedo he's going to wear at his wedding," my mom says.

"If he gets married. Considering how his love life has been so far, my hopes aren't very high for him," I say. She laughs and nods. "True. But what are your options? What color do you want to wear?" she asks. I sigh.