"Keelan, this isn't the plan," Creed muttered while he followed me all over my room like a lost puppy.
Grabbing the necktie haphazardly discarded on a chair, I faced the mirror to fix it around my collar. I prepared a suit that matched the dress I bought for Stefanie. The one I wore had gold highlights on the vest and buttons, and an intricate mandala design on its cup sleeves. I was dressed to the nines and couldn't wait to pick up my date for the night.
However, she did not reply to my invitation exactly. We kind of spent the day unwillingly (on my part, that was), playing hide and seek. The game sucked.
More so now that Creed was again being a jackass.
"You're going to get stood up," Creed insisted. As much as I hated to admit it, the chances of that happening were actually pretty h
