An unexpected inventation /Rachel/

[Danny]

Danny had finally decided who to ask to the Cotillition, and knew exactly how to do it. He had been thinking about it for days. He got up at 10am, took a shower, got dressed in his True Religion tight pants halfway off his but showing his A&F red boxers with his plain white shirt. He had a bad case of butterflies and for that applied more calone. He grabbed his keys and the bouquet of roses with the letter and headed to his truck.

He hopped in, started the car turned on kiisfm (radio station). Danny pulled up to her house listening to Sexy Back, he got out of the car as wuickly and quietly as he could leaving the keys in the ignition with the door open.

As he approached the door he had his hand in his pocket, he gently placed the dozen roses held together with a beautiful red ribbon in wich he had picked off the thorns. In that he had many cuts on his hands... He tucked the letter in the middle and placed them down on her door mat as carefully as he could. He rang the door bell a few times than ran to the car and drove off, knowing she would hopfully find them for her car was in the drive way.

[Rachel Louise]

Rachel had felt sick for days, and right now she didn't feel like going out or doing anything. If she was going to get better, she needed to do just that before the dancing lessons. The fact that her best friend hadn't even bothered to call her just made her feel like puking up whatever she ate even more.

Plus, the whole situation with Danny was enough to make anyone yak. She was coming to the realization that he was completely head-over-heels for her, and no matter how hard she tried, Rachel was powerless to stop it. She had tried to stem her own feelings for another person before, and they came just as hard and fast. Why should she ask Danny to stop caring about her?

Uhm, because she didn't care about him that way?

The doorbell rang, and the pit in Rachel's stomach deepened. Dressed in a dark-blue-and-white striped cotton C & C California tank top and pea green Juicy Couture sweatsuit bottoms, no shoes, she padded toward the door, noticing a bouquet of roses on her doormat.

Triple shit. Romantic cotillion invitation, perhaps? This was like something out of fucking Laguna Beach, and she was supposed to hug and kiss the 'delivery boy' and scream her face off, like Kristin Cavallari and that hot Talan rocker-boy.

Not happening, even if she did like in Laguna. Picking up the roses, she almost poked herself with one of the thorns. Rachel admired them and their corniness before plucking off the card and opening it up...