?¿ Unknown for Now ¿?

Does he see me? Does he know who I am? I’m looking at my friend listening to her talk. I bump into him. “Oh, I’m so sorry.”

“No, it was my fault.”

“Hey, isn’t your name Melody.”

“…Yes.”

“I’m Jacobby.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“This is my friend Lizzy.”

“This is my friend Carter.”

“Hey, we’re having a party on Saturday. Would you two like to come?”

“Yeah, sure we would love to come.”

“Well, see you later.”

“Oh my gosh, we just got invited to a party.”

“Yeah, so what.”

“That means shopping.”

“Ugh.”

“Oh, come on. It’ll be fun.”

“Okay, I’ll trust you.”

“Great! Let’s go tomorrow morning at Adrian’s Clothes.”





Adrian’s Clothes
“Good morning, ladies.”
“Good morning.”

“Oh, I love this one.”

“What do you think?”

“Perfect.”

“I found mine. Now, let’s go.”
What will I say? How should I wear my make-up? How should I wear my hair? I’ll be fine. Stop getting nervous. Just be yourself.




3 Hours later
12:00

“Oh. My. Gosh?!”

“There are a lot of people here.”

“Let’s go find the boy’s.”

“There they are.”

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Nothing.”

“You two look hot!”

“Thanks.”

“You guys want to dance?”

“Yeah, let’s go.”
Okay, so maybe he does know who I am and see me. That night we danced and partied away the night, I knew I was seen.