Nightfall

Jeans

I took shower for thirty minutes, blow dried my hair and iron it to big curls, polished my nails, spread perfume all over my body, and put light make up on. I then put my red dress and doll shoes on and look at myself in the mirror. I think I forgot one thing.

A smile.

Tonight is my night and no one will stand on my way nor take the crown from me.

Hey, can we meet up tonight? I wanna tell you something.

I stare at Dyl's text message and a grin starts to form on my face. I am very sure he will be confessing his love for me. My underarms start to sweat: a sign of too much anticipation.

Yes, Dyl. I do.

Too formal.

I like you too, but let's not hurry.

That's disgusting.

I've known tha--

My phone rings and my heart leaps making me almost throw it away.

"Crim, I'm really sorry. Can we just meet at the park instead of having dinner? I'll be leaving right after."

Copy that.

I'm not really upset, but I could eat him wholly now that I have to change clothes and wear jeans.

I drive quickly to the park and find Dylan sitting on the bench under a tree.

"Someone punched you?" His face seems puzzled.

"How dare you dispraise my makeup."

I sit beside him as I look around. I just can't stop my heart from leaping.

"Crimson," Dylan's voice deepens.

I know you're nervous. I am too.

"Yes, Dylan?" I say, biting my lower lip.

Say it! Say it!

"I..uh,"

"You're a..?"

You can do it Dyl. I won't get mad, I swear.

"I'm...I am...

Crim, I am gay."