"Who's the guy?" As I walk into my house, my brother Wyatt wastes no time in interrogating me.

I play dumb, "What guy?"

"The guy who just asked you out," he replies with a straight face.

"Jeez, Wyatt. Spying on people is so not cool," I say, trying to steer the conversation away from my date, but he just repeats the question.

He's always been overprotective when it comes to guys I go out with, but I decide to tease him, "Brother, oh brother. Must you always be so nosy?"

"Yes, it's my job," he says, rolling his eyes.

"Fine. He's a jock from school," I say, surprising both Wyatt and myself. I never go out with jocks.

"Um, okay," he said, looking slightly confused. "Be back by 10."

"What? That's too early!" I protest. But I have to listen to Wyatt. It's a part of the deal I made with my parents, who are archaeologists on a long-term dig in Egypt. They wanted me to have a stable environment, so I'm living with my brother. He's a junior in college, and my parents trust him to take care of me. And having our Aunt Augusta living next door is a big relief for them. "Is midnight okay?"

"Alright, whatever. If mom and dad ask, I said 10." Wyatt relents.

I can't help but feel excited about my date with Chase. Sure, he's a football player and has probably dated half of the girls in school, but I can't help feeling a little giddy. I immediately head to my room to figure out what to wear to find Macey in there, waiting for me.

"Had a fun ride home with Chase?" She asks.

"Yeah, I guess," I nod, wondering how she even knew that Chase had given me a ride.

"Oh, I asked him to take you home. What did you think, I'd just abandon you?" she says playfully.

"Of course not," I laugh nervously. Oops. I totally did think that.

"So Chase asked you out?" she said, her eyes widening in excitement. "I overhead Wyatt's interrogation."

"Yeah," I say, feeling uncertain.

"I knew you two would get along," she says smugly. "What are you going to wear?" She eyes my outfit.

"Just my black skinny jeans and maybe this t-shirt," I say, holding them up.

"Absolutely not," she says, pulling out a dress I bought ages ago but have never worn. It is dark blue and made of lace.

"It's way too dressy," I protest.

"No, it's not! Please, Kathryn, don't go out with Chase looking like a hobo," she pleads.

"Fine," I say, giving in to shut her up. I put on the dress and have to admit, I look pretty damn good.

"I told you so," Macey says triumphantly, seeing my expression.

"So...do you know him well?" I ask.

"Who? Chase?" She responds absentmindedly as she rummages through my makeup drawer. "Is this all you have? Girl, we need to go shopping."

"Yes, Chase," I say, ignoring her idea of going shopping.

"It's a small town. Everyone knows everyone," she shrugs.

"No, I mean, are you guys friends?" I clarify.

"I guess. We're not very close or anything, but yeah," she says as she puts on a bit of natural makeup on me. She says it suits me better than the heavy eyeliner 'goth' look. It's funny how the minimal makeup look takes so long. Or maybe it just takes her long. Macey is kind of a perfectionist. I hear the doorbell ring as I thank her.

I beat Wyatt to the door to see Chase standing at my doorstep in a nice button-down shirt and dress pants, with a bouquet of red roses in his hands.

"Flowers, wow. How extra," Wyatt comments, standing behind me.

"Shut up, Wyatt," I say, despite the fact that I was thinking the same thing. I graciously accept the flowers from Wyatt, trying to think of them as a kind gesture and not a weird thing to receive from a guy you met five hours ago.

"Wow, these are beautiful!" Macey hurriedly grabs the flowers from me and puts them in a vase that I didn't even know we had. "You're such a gentleman, Chase."

"Ready to go, Kat?" Asks Chase, after a bit of polite chit chat.

Here goes nothing..

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A/N
Do you guys like Wyatt? What about Macey? I'm not sure who would make a good Wyatt. Let me know in the comments!

Nicole Gale Anderson is who I picture Macey as in my mind while writing.

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