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Strangers in a Strange Land -- Gen. 2.8
Published Nov 14, 2012

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Generation 2.8 ... an evening get-together.

Generation 2.8 ... an evening get-together. Coretta Lyons stared at herself in the mirror. The same way she had been staring at herself for the past half-hour.

She was a pretty girl. Of that, there was no doubt in her mind. Still, though, she was a teenage girl, and tonight was a very important evening. She was going on a date with a guy that she liked very much—she couldn't even truly admit how much she liked him—and under the excitement and pride lay insecurity.

"Does he like my hair up?" she wondered aloud. "Or down?"

Her cell phone rang, and interrupted her train of thought. It was her date calling. Of course.
"Hey there, Étienne," she said casually. Stay calm. It's just a date. You've gone on dates before. "I'm almost ready. … you're still coming, right?"

That was not calm.

"Of course I am. Been looking forward to it all week."

"You have? That's great! … I'll see you soon, then!"

"You too," the voice on the other end said with a chuckle.

"… way to go, doofus," she sighed as the phone went dead. "Make him think you've never been out with anyone.”

With a sigh, she went into the bathroom, where the curling iron waited.
Forty-five minutes later, she was sitting very calmly in her reading chair.

At least, she would have been calm, if she hadn't kept fidgeting out of sheer nervousness. The dress felt funny, and her nylons itched, and she wasn't so sure that pinning half her hair up was such a good idea after all. But it was too late to change it now.
She could see the black SUV outside, and she had to remind herself that a lady didn't run out of the door, and a gentleman always came inside first. So she waited patiently, more or less. The doorbell rang downstairs. Still, she didn't move until her mother came upstairs to call her down.

"Now you let that young man know I want you home by 9 p.m. sharp," Mrs. Lyons said sternly, and Coretta nodded.
Étienne was waiting at the bottom of the stairs, holding flowers. But Coretta didn't see them right away.

"Oh my god! ... where's your hair?"
"Wha—? … oh, right. I cut it, mom's orders. What do you think?"

"You look amazing," she breathed out. All dignity gone, just like that.

"Well, I guess I look good. But you—you look fabulous."
He timidly offered her purple daisies, which she took with delight.

"Oh, for pity's sake, you two! Don't you have a date to be on? … give me those flowers and get going!" And Mrs. Lyons shooed them out of the door.
Étienne held it open for Coretta to leave first before following slowly behind.

Always such a gentleman, she thought, and tried hard not to blush.
Their reservation at the Bistro was acknowledged by the gray-haired maitre'd. But, the older woman informed them, the restaurant was full, and being teenagers, they could not eat at the bar. "I hope outside is to your liking?"

"Sure," Étienne shrugged, and went back outside to tell Coretta the new arrangement.

To make amends, the senior hostess promised that their food would come out quickly. Étienne accepted this with good grace, as did Coretta. They sat with their glasses of iced tea and tried to bridge the unexpected silence.
"This … this dress," Coretta finally began hesitantly. "I … bought it a year ago. It's been in my closet in the plastic wrapping, never worn, never touched. Never really even looked at. It cost more than I made all summer, delivering papers. When Mom told me that she couldn't afford to pay for me to go to prom, I almost threw it in the trash."

"Why would you throw away something that took you all summer to earn?"

"… pride," Coretta said frankly. "If I couldn't wear it to prom, I didn't want to wear it at all."

Another silence.

"What changed your mind?"

"… you asked me out," she said, and went pink despite her best efforts.
The food arrived in under fifteen minutes, sparing either of them from further confessions.

They ate their dinners quietly. Coretta shared bites of her lobster tail with her date and smiled sweetly at him. Étienne, for his part, was too shy to meet her eyes anymore, and stared deep into his seafood spaghetti.
The meal finished, they lingered at the table until Étienne stood and offered Coretta his hand. He led her to a nearby park bench, where they sat, shuffling awkwardly.

Coretta brushed imaginary lint from her stockings, and Étienne cleared his throat repeatedly without actually speaking.
"Did you want to say something?" Coretta suddenly asked, turning to him, and leaning against his arm before he could move it.

"Ah … I did … I mean, I … well, I didn't want to … say … something …"

Despite everything, Coretta had to smother giggles. She couldn't help it. He was so ridiculously cute when he blushed all over.

"… so … do it," she whispered, and leaned over just a little more.
But before anything at all could happen, a wriggling gray ball leapt into Coretta's lap, and the moment was spoiled. For Étienne, at least. Coretta didn't seem to mind in the least.

With a small sigh, he checked his watch. 8:48 p.m. He needed to get her back her home anyway. The thought kept him from feeling too disappointed at not being able to kiss her.
He brought her home right on time and only stayed long enough for a quick squeeze. Then he was on his way home, and Coretta was smiling foolishly at her mother, who had appeared from nowhere to pester her about the date and whether that Shin Yi boy was too forward.

"Of course he wasn't!" Coretta protested. Try as she might, she couldn't get the smile off her face. "He was an absolute gentleman all night long. Why, I think I'm going to marry him!"

Back at home, Étienne stared at his homework, totally unable to concentrate. He was certain that he liked Coretta Lyons. And he was certain that Coretta Lyons liked him.

They would be done with school in less than three months.

For the first time in years, he looked around at his home, and felt distinctly dissatisfied. They had been living in a half-finished house for his entire minority. But things were going to change once he became an adult.

"Oh yeah they are," he muttered quietly, and went back to solving math problems.

~ to be continued

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staceface2009pMay 14, 2013

Coretta is so gorgeous. Her and Ettie make such an adorable couple! I am so into this series, April. Just wonderful.

fredbrennyNov 28, 2012

Kazchingggg.... \:D They will have beautiful babies \:wub\: Sorry for loggin' in so late, but found some time to read ... LOVE this legacy. I mean... Coretta IS going to stay, is she???? this is going really smooth, so I am starting to have doubts.... \:confused\: Neh... they are... \:D Thanks for this story, a Great, Sweet and Cute chapter

spitzmagic VIPNov 23, 2012

Oh what a delightful chapter this one is. Young love, super sweet. I loved it\:wub\:

fruitopia VIPNov 22, 2012

Cute and sweet, a budding love story

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