'i'll b ther n 10, c u sooooooon <3~'
Ben wrangled a pair of sweatpants out of his closet. Pulled them on, pulled the drawstrings tight, and tied it sloppily on the way to the living room. He cleaned up the clutter of your everyday bachelor pad the best he could. He had very little time; ten minutes before she'd be here. Opening curtains and cracking windows to brighten the room up would have to be enough. It was a sunny day, and he still remembered how much she loved laying in his old backyard during summer afternoons, basking in the rays. This would have to make up for the lack of turf in the downtown area.
A knock at the door yanked him out of his short daydream. That wasn't even five minutes. He wasn't ready. He wanted to put out some snacks at least. The easy knocking became rhythmic and testy. Nervous, Ben's legs marched him to his next chance at happiness. Through the frosted glass of his front door, he could see her silhouette, her body, her comeback. He unlocked the door and placed both hands on the knob - it jammed itself shut recently and he hadn't bothered calling maintenance to fix it yet - then pulled with all his strength.
"Whoa! Tryin' to show off how much of a man you are now?" her voice exploded into his apartment, the sound of another human greeting the walls in what had been a very long time.
"Haha, sorry! It's just been sticking lately and I didn't want to leave you hanging…" Ben started then stopped, unintentionally letting his sentence come true. Here she was, his long abandoned dream girl of a high school crush. Matilda Carter was her name, but she went by 'Tilly' in the school halls. She wasn't part of the popular crowd. She wasn't even the token girl in their outcaste circle of friends, nor the one who scored them stolen booze every weekend. But she always had been the center of his attention, especially now. Like when they were kids, Tilly was still taller than him. She smiled wider than him, held her head of sandy, frizzy locks higher than him. In a dress-like, plaid shirt and skinny skins, she even dressed better than him and t-shirt and sweats. A massive backpack held in front of her hid most of her frame right now, but her leaned-back pose still reeked of raw confidence. From the threshold of the door, he could smell her choice, earthy perfume and it made Ben doze off into the past while wide awake.
"I guess I'll do the honors," Tilly pulled the door from his grasp and baPost too long. Click here to view the full text.