He's used to her big square glasses that make her head look small.
He's used to her birthmark on her right cheek and the pimples that seem to only appear on her left.
He's used to her long hair, passing her shoulders, that she usually wears straightened.
He's used to his crush making him blush in her natural state.
But he's not used to this new feeling when he sees her like this . . .
He wasn't ready for his heart to stop, his breath to be taken away, and for his heartbeats to rush back into his body faster than he knew he could feel.
He wasn't ready to see her square glasses in front of fresh eyes wearing mascara and a glimmery eye shadow.
He wasn't ready to see her hair in beautiful braids that shaped her face so lovely.
He wasn't ready for her jeans and cute tops to be replaced by a yellow dress with a slit on the side, going up her leg to her thigh.
He wasn't ready.
In that moment, he felt how much he truly liked her.
Now, was he ready to admit it to her?
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