water. “You? You have a date?”
“Cause it’s so hard to believe that I can get a date, Isa. Seriously?” I glare at her because that’s just made me feel even more insecure. I wrap my arms around myself protectively and I feel a lone tear slip down my face.
“Oh shit, I didn’t mean it like that, chica!” Isabella squeals, she’s by my side in an instant and she hugs me to her. “I swear; I did not mean that the way it sounded. You’re beautiful.” She strokes my hair as she whispers in my ear.
“I don’t know how to date, Isa! I’ve only been on a few and we know how disastrous they were. What the hell am I going to wear?” I start to panic because I have no idea where he’s taking me. How do I know if to where casual or smart? Classy or sexy?
“Have you got his number?” She asks, pushing on my shoulder to sit me back up.
“Yeah…” I give her a quizzical look. “Why?”
“Text him. Ask him where he’s taking you so you can figure out what to wear. Problem solved.” She winks at me and I curse myself for not thinking of doing that sooner.
Grabbing my phone from the coffee table in front of us, I open the text app and shoot off a text to him.
F: Where are we going tomoz night? Need 2 know what 2 wear. X
I tap my phone as I wait impatiently for the text back.
J: I’m taking you to Franchino’s. x
Oh my God, Franchino’s is one of the hardest Italian restaurants to get a booking at. Now I know I have to dress classy yet smart, maybe a little sexy to get Jase in the mood but nothing too risky because I’m not the smallest of people and can’t get away with shit like that.
“I see clarity in your eyes. You know what to wear now, right?” Isabella tilts her head to the side and smiles.
“Yup. I know exactly what to wear. Can you come over tomorrow to do my hair?” Isabella is a hair dresser and a fucking good one at that.
“You bet!” She pumps a fist in the air. You wouldn’t believe she’s the same age as me. She’s like a kid at Christmas over the smallest of things but it makes me love her all the more.
She tells me of all the gossip about our group of friends, we have a good laugh and shit load of wine before she stumbles from my front room and leaves the flat. God love her, she’s a freakin’ hoot to be around, a great person to cheer you up and keep you level headed and I’m the lucky girl to have her as a best friend.
The room is tilting slightly; I know I’m probably past the drunk stage so I try desperately to place one foot in front of another to get to my bedroom. Sleep sounds pretty good now the high of the evening has dissipated.
I’m sure I’ll regret this and curse the shit out of Isabella in the morning, but for now I bask in the happiness I feel seeping through my veins. My bed comes into sight and I hobble over, my eyes already closing at seeing the soft feather pillows.
The throbbing behind my eyelids is what wakes me the next morning, the beat of a bass drum is thrumming through my brain. Ugh, why did we drink two bottles of that wine instead of the just the intended one? I rarely get pissed enough not to remember stuff but I can just about remember the texts with Jase about tonight. Shit, tonight. I check the time on my phone. Eleven am; I never sleep this late even on my day off.
I groan as I roll out of bed and crawl slowly to the door and then down the hallway to my bathroom. My stomach rolls in waves and the need to puke overtakes me. I speed up my crawl and practically fall through the bathroom door and reach the toilet just in time. Ew, wine will never taste the fucking same again.
After my stomach has settled, the overwhelming need for a fry up takes over and my stomach grumbles loudly. Getting up from the cold floor, I check my appearance and almost scream at the state of me. Yesterday’s make up is smudged across my face, and my hair is like a bird’s nested in it.
I turn the dial for the shower and wait for it to heat up, getting
“Cause it’s so hard to believe that I can get a date, Isa. Seriously?” I glare at her because that’s just made me feel even more insecure. I wrap my arms around myself protectively and I feel a lone tear slip down my face.
“Oh shit, I didn’t mean it like that, chica!” Isabella squeals, she’s by my side in an instant and she hugs me to her. “I swear; I did not mean that the way it sounded. You’re beautiful.” She strokes my hair as she whispers in my ear.
“I don’t know how to date, Isa! I’ve only been on a few and we know how disastrous they were. What the hell am I going to wear?” I start to panic because I have no idea where he’s taking me. How do I know if to where casual or smart? Classy or sexy?
“Have you got his number?” She asks, pushing on my shoulder to sit me back up.
“Yeah…” I give her a quizzical look. “Why?”
“Text him. Ask him where he’s taking you so you can figure out what to wear. Problem solved.” She winks at me and I curse myself for not thinking of doing that sooner.
Grabbing my phone from the coffee table in front of us, I open the text app and shoot off a text to him.
F: Where are we going tomoz night? Need 2 know what 2 wear. X
I tap my phone as I wait impatiently for the text back.
J: I’m taking you to Franchino’s. x
Oh my God, Franchino’s is one of the hardest Italian restaurants to get a booking at. Now I know I have to dress classy yet smart, maybe a little sexy to get Jase in the mood but nothing too risky because I’m not the smallest of people and can’t get away with shit like that.
“I see clarity in your eyes. You know what to wear now, right?” Isabella tilts her head to the side and smiles.
“Yup. I know exactly what to wear. Can you come over tomorrow to do my hair?” Isabella is a hair dresser and a fucking good one at that.
“You bet!” She pumps a fist in the air. You wouldn’t believe she’s the same age as me. She’s like a kid at Christmas over the smallest of things but it makes me love her all the more.
She tells me of all the gossip about our group of friends, we have a good laugh and shit load of wine before she stumbles from my front room and leaves the flat. God love her, she’s a freakin’ hoot to be around, a great person to cheer you up and keep you level headed and I’m the lucky girl to have her as a best friend.
The room is tilting slightly; I know I’m probably past the drunk stage so I try desperately to place one foot in front of another to get to my bedroom. Sleep sounds pretty good now the high of the evening has dissipated.
I’m sure I’ll regret this and curse the shit out of Isabella in the morning, but for now I bask in the happiness I feel seeping through my veins. My bed comes into sight and I hobble over, my eyes already closing at seeing the soft feather pillows.
The throbbing behind my eyelids is what wakes me the next morning, the beat of a bass drum is thrumming through my brain. Ugh, why did we drink two bottles of that wine instead of the just the intended one? I rarely get pissed enough not to remember stuff but I can just about remember the texts with Jase about tonight. Shit, tonight. I check the time on my phone. Eleven am; I never sleep this late even on my day off.
I groan as I roll out of bed and crawl slowly to the door and then down the hallway to my bathroom. My stomach rolls in waves and the need to puke overtakes me. I speed up my crawl and practically fall through the bathroom door and reach the toilet just in time. Ew, wine will never taste the fucking same again.
After my stomach has settled, the overwhelming need for a fry up takes over and my stomach grumbles loudly. Getting up from the cold floor, I check my appearance and almost scream at the state of me. Yesterday’s make up is smudged across my face, and my hair is like a bird’s nested in it.
I turn the dial for the shower and wait for it to heat up, getting
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