Young The Giant | Cough Syrup
Sam surveyed himself in the mirror, running a comb through his hair for the hundredth time. He was excited for his date with Charlie, yet a nervous wreck at the exact same time. He had absolutely no idea how this night would go, but he prayed that it would be a success. After rejecting the most of the various ideas he came up with and racking his brain for any and all things that the girl might enjoy, he’d come up with an idea he prayed Charlie would like.
He grabbed his jacket and his keys before heading out the door, hurrying out to his car. Sam took the once familiar route to the Fabray’s house, pulling into their driveway a few minutes later. He flipped down the mirror, looking over himself one last time. After messing with his hair and finally feeling satisfied with his appearance, he flipped the mirror back up and climbed out of the car. He took a deep breath as he walked up to the porch, rapping his knuckles on the door. Sam fidgeted as he stood there, jamming his hands into his pockets as he waited for Charlie to answer.
Charlie stared at herself in the mirror, her eyes wandering over every inch of her face. Titling her head up slightly, she brushed more pink blush onto her cheeks. She was pretty fucking sure she’d never even been on a real date before, but she’d watched enough shitty tv shows to know how these things went. It didn’t matter to her what they did or where they went, she just wanted to hang out with Sam. Sam was… pretty fucking cool. For some reason, he wasn’t scared away by her bitchiness and attitude. And she respected him for that. Running her fingers through her hair, she nodded at her reflection. She looked good. Straightening out her skirt, she handed back into her room and grabbed the bag she had stolen from Quinn.
Charlie rushed down the stairs, her skirt riding up and cigarette hanging from up her lips. Sam was fucking early, or at least she thought he was. Isn’t it customary for the boy to be late and the girl to get worried? Whatever. She let the cigarette fall from her lips and ground it into the floor with her shoe. Straighten herself out, she opened the door and stepped out. “Hey.” Charlie smiled, leaning against the door frame.
