...ipher whatever is actually going
on.Sorry Ben. But I got
to take care of this. Its important to me. As much as he
hated to admit that he was acting selfish, he couldnt help himself
at the moment. All he could think of was Gwen, Gwen, stupid dance,
Gwen, stupid fancy dinner, Gwen~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~Ow! Aw, dammit!
He fell, tripping over a heap of clothes strewn across the floor.
Dammit! Why dont I have a single suit in my stinking closet?
He kicked off a jacket that managed to wrap around his ankle. When he
finally got up he surveyed the whole room and sighed, feeling
hopeless. He glanced at his watch and sighed more. Every minute
mattered and fumbling through his beat up closet wasnt helping at
all. And buying a suit was not an option, as he just spent a large
wad of his pay on some things he needed to prepare himself for the
dinner.Right after leaving the
garage, Kevin went straight for a couple of stores that sold
magazines and videos on dinner etiquette. He even rented five videos
on ballroom dancing and dirty dancingthe latter spiking the most
interest. He lightly blushed at the thought. He was beginning to
enter Dreamland when he shook the idea off his head, willing himself
to not even think about it. He cant even go through a few steps
without stepping on a girls ...