You both are stripped!

It had all started when your mother had asked you a simple question, "You know my good friend Eliza?"

You were barely listening at this point and just answered with a shrug. You did not know how terribly this conversation would go for you beforehand or you would've ran away here and stopped all this before it happened.

"Well... she's got a daughter around your age..." Your mom started and this is when you actually started listening to the conversation while already cringing at the direction it was heading, "But she isn't very social..."

"And?" You said pointedly wishing to put an end to this.

"Well Eliza was worried that she wouldn't get to experience simple things that all girls should have before high school is over. Such as, well I don't know..." She paused while gauging your reaction, "A first date perhaps?"

"Moooooooom." You groaned hiding your frustrated face in your hands, "Please don't tell me you've organised a playdate like we're preschoolers."

"Look what could I say Sam!" Your mom said exasperated moving a little towards you, "Eliza was distraught at the time! And I've met her little girl before and she's lovely!"

"I don't want to go on a date organised by my mother." You spouted angrily imaging what your friends would think if they found out about all of this. Christina would never let you live it down!

"Do you really want to break the poor young girl heart and tell her you've cancelled? I raised you to be a gentleman Sam!" She argued back before taking a softer tone, "Look Sam... this is a lonely girl who just needs a little help that you can supply. Are you going to let her down?"

You thought about a sad young girl sitting at a diner alone waiting for you to show up before you reluctantly muttered, "Fine... whatever."

Maybe she'd actually be cute but you doubted it. It'd probably be some weird country girl who's never been to a city before or something knowing your mother and her friends. Still you felt a little guilty even with all of your mothers scheming **** that was involved.

"I'm so proud of you Sam!"

You had a deep gut feeling that you knew you'd regret this but you were way too involved now. Regrettably.