This Is Me Chapter 5: Double Date (yellow/red)

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"The perfect date is the one where anything and everything goes wrong, but at the end of it, all you want is to see them again." ~ Dylan O'Brien

__________________________________________________The following day went by in a blur and as soon as I got home I ran into my room to figure out what to wear tonight for my date. I had about 3 hours to get perfect for Emmett. I go to my closet and immediately hate everything in it. Sarah must be having the same trouble as me because she comes bursting into my room freaking out.

"S! I don't know what to wear! I want to look irresistible for Dean tonight," She sighs and sits on my bed placing her head in her hands.

"You think I don't?" I scoffed. I wanted to make Emmett fall head over heels in love with me. If only he knew my secret, would he still want me then? No. I can't be thinking that right now. I need to focus on getting ready for tonight.

An hour later, Sarah and I had narrowed it down to three outfits each. I'm less of a girly girly when it comes to clothes, so only one of my top three choices was a dress. I felt extremely uncomfortable whenever I wore anything remotely girly. I put on a show for everyone else, because I don't want them to treat me any differently. I'm still the same person they know, just the wrong gender. I'm still me, Sam. Anyway, time to figure out what to wear. I glance to Sarah and notice that she's picked out some gorgeous dresses. I'm not sure where we are going, but Emmett told me earlier to dress semi-formally. Her dresses looks a bit too formal, but she deserves it. I could tell that she really likes Dean when she was talking about him yesterday and I hadn't seen her that way since we were kids.

"You should wear that gold lace one," I say walking up to her," It would really make your eyes pop, plus you have those great heels to go with."

She smiles at me, "You're right, S. I think it's my favorite of the three anyway. Now that my outfit is out of the way, what are you going to wear?"

I purse my lips and run my hand over my forehead, pondering my options, "I'm not sure. I really like this gold outfit, but I also like the blue one as well. What do you think I should do?"

"I think it would be cool if we matched!" She screeched. I guess it's been decided. Gold it is.

I shoo her out of my room, so I could get ready and try to calm my nerves. This will be my very first date and I don't want to mess it up. I slide into my shiny black leggings, pull my sequined gold crop top on, and step into my gold high top Converse. I don't do much makeup wise since I like my natural look; I just add some gold eye shadow, mascara, and pink lip gloss. I don't do much to my hair, just add some light curls and pin back my bangs. I step out of my room in time to see Sarah come out of hers. She's wearing a long sleeved gold lace dress that hugs her in all the right places and gold heels to match. Her hair is in a messy bun and, it looks like, she took the natural approach as well for makeup. Usually it's done up a lot more.

"You look gorgeous, S," She says smiling, "I can't wait to see the look on Emmett's face when he sees you."

"Tell me about it. Dean won't be able to take his eyes off of you the whole night," I smile back.

Doorbell Rings

"That must be them."

Our mom opens the door to a nervous Emmett and Dean, each holding a bouquet of gorgeous flowers.

"Come in, boys. I'll go get the girls," She walks up the stairs and sees us peeking our heads around the corner.

She gasps, "Girls! Are you trying to give your poor mother a heart attack?!" She shakes her head, "Your dates are here. Let's not keep them waiting now."

Sarah and I made our way down to the foyer and notice that both Emmett and Dean's jaws dropped, their mouths agape. I could see the lust forming in their eyes, watching our every move. They stood there silently watching us for a few minutes looking more nervous than when they had arrived. They both struggled to speak, sputtering useless things and trying to get their wits about them.

After what seemed like an eternity, Emmett finally spoke, "Sam, you look absolutely stunning tonight. These are for you," He hands me the bouquet - peonies, my favorite.

I blush and turn away, hiding my face, "Thank you, Emmett. You look very handsome," He was wearing a long-sleeved buttoned-down forest green shirt that really brought out his eyes, black skinny jeans, and stark white Vans that added a nice contrast to the darkness of his clothes. Dean, on the other hand, wore a light blue sweater, tan pants, and black Converse. It suited him well.

Dean walks over to Sarah, grabs her hand, bows slightly, and places a kiss upon it, "You look far more radiant than every star in the sky combined, Sarah." He hands her the bouquet - lilies, her favorite.

Sarah nearly faints when she heard him say that, but she composes herself and a slight blush creeps up her face, "Thank you, Dean. You look very dapper this evening."

I clear my throat, making Dean and Sarah turn to glare at me, "Okay, you two. We'd better get going if we're going to be back by curfew."

Our mom runs in with a camera in her hands, "Before you kids go, I want some pictures!"

After our mom takes a million pictures (really only five), we all get into Emmett's car and head to the restaurant. Of course, Dean and Sarah both wanted to sit in the back together so that left me up front with Emmett - not that I minded, though. We all sat in silence for a good five minutes until I couldn't take it anymore.

"Emmett?" He's so cute when he's focusing on driving. He has this look of concentration on his face and his brows are all furrowed. So sexy.

"Hmm?" He says without losing focus.

"How did you know that peonies were my favorite flower?"

"Oh," He blushed, clearly flustered, "We wanted tonight to be perfect, so we kinda called your mom and asked her."

"Oh. Okay," I shrug, dismissing the topic.

"We're here everyone," Emmett says after another eerie moment of silence. I look out the window and notice a gorgeous brick French restaurant with a sitting area outside in a lovely courtyard surrounded by twinkling lights. It looks super romantic. Emmett parks, comes around to my side, and opens the door for me. What a gentleman. I take his outstretched hand and head into the restaurant for our reservations. Inside it looks just as romantic. The walls are a nice cream color and the light sconces glow an enchanted pink. The hostess seats us at a booth next to a window that shows a small fountain. She hands us the menus and tells us our server, Pierre, will be with us shortly to take our orders.

"Why does everything have to be in French?" Dean complains.

"We'll help you read it. Won't we, S?" I look at Sarah with a smile.

"Oh, uh, sure," She turns to Dean and starts translating what everything means.

"You know French?" Emmett turns to look at me, curious.

"Oui monsieur. Je l'ai pris pendant quatre ans et j'ai l'intention d'aller en après l'obtention du diplôme," I say expertly to a dumbfounded Emmett, "I said, Yes sir. I have taken it for four years and plan to go to after graduation."

"Oh, wow. That's pretty cool. I think it's pretty romantic to be able to speak another language."

"I could teach you, if you want."

"I'd like that.

Our waiter comes and takes our orders. Dean gets the Magret de Canard Sauce Cerises (roasted duck breast with a sun-dried cherry red port wine demi-glace sauce), Sarah gets the Filet de Porc Sauce Normande (pork tenderloin sauteed with apples, in a brandy cream sauce), Emmett gets the Bar au Beurre Blanc et Crabe (seared seabass with crabmeat in a sherry butter sauce), while I get the Saint-Jacques Sauce Gingembre et Citron Vert (pan-seared sea scallops in a ginger lime sauce). We made idle conversation while we waited for our food, which was delicious by the way. Sarah and I went to the bathroom while the guys paid.

"So, would you consider going out with Dean again after tonight?" I ask Sarah.

"Most definitely. I feel like we could get married in the future and make each other very happy," She beams and a blush surfaces on her face.

"I'm glad. I'm not sure about Emmett yet, but only time will tell."

We head out and decide to take a walk in the park. Sarah and Dean grab hands and go in the opposite direction of Emmett and I. Maybe I can finally tell him about what's been on my mind. Emmett and I have been walking for a few minutes when I decide that this is as good a time as any to tell him.

"Hey, Em-"

"Sam, I-"

"You go first," We both say.

"I-I'll go," Emmett finally says, "I-I'm gay..." He trails off as if thinking I might run away.

I looked at him, surprised, "T-thank you for telling me that. Why did you ask me out then?" I hope that he wasn't just humoring me, because this was my first ever date and I don't want it to be my last.

"I felt that there was something special about you. I would have told you right away, but no one else knows - not even my parents. Besides, this is the first time that I've ever had a really good time on a date."

"Since we're being honest with each other, I have something I want to tell you as well. I'm transgender. I feel uncomfortable in my body and I wish I could show that, but you know how people at school are, all judgemental and whatnot."

"I do know and I'm glad that we could be honest with each other. I'd like to ask you out again. Maybe for tomorrow, we can go bowling or something and you can be yourself around me."

"Sure. I'd like that," I check the time on my phone. 11:45. Shit, "I hate to ruin the moment, but Sarah and I have to be getting home soon if we're going to make it before curfew."

"Oh, shit. You're right."

The boys drop us off and wish us goodnight saying they'll see us tomorrow. Sarah and I head to bed anxiously awaiting for what tomorrow brings us.