Saturday
1330 Words
I wake just after 9, woken by my uncle's gardener mowing the grass with the noisy ride on which lives in the garage under my bedsit. As soon as it's started up and the garage door is open I can almost feel the vibrations.
At least I don't remember my dream, which means if they did vere on the side of naughty I have plausible deniability. I head for the small bathroom to jump in the shower and get ready to start my day. Mills still good so I can get a cup of tea with my toast.
My day concists of laundry, quick tidy and clean of the bedsit, after having 47 in here it came to my attention I could make a bit more of an effort. I have a canvas I painted in the corner it's not much just some colour splashes artistically on an old canvas I found in the garage, my uncle said I could have it if I wanted. I hang it on the wall feeling a bit better. The only furniture I have is a queen-size bed, small draws which hold all my limited selection of clothes, a little 2 seater sofa, a small 19 inch TV with a DVD player, my little table which I use for meals and home work. It's cosy but nice.
It's now about 5:45 and I now have the difficult decision.... What to wear. I have limited options is why it is difficult. I look through the draws, hmmmm it's the last week of September so the weather's good, um I have a red crop top and my blue shorts which are just jeans which got a tear on I cut them. Hmmm feels a little daisy dukes which isn't the look want to go for. I have a simple black dress, I wore it to the funeral, just a simple strappy black dress which goes to my knees. It fits me nicely, I think it's my only option, I had to wear a black long-sleeved top under it for the funeral so it was a little more appropriate.
I get dressed and put a little bit of makeup on, I only have mascara and some lip gloss, I read once that you can pinch and slap your cheeks to give them some colour, I give it a go. Ouch. I look in the bathroom mirror, heh who knew! it works, wonder how long it will last, hope I don't have to keep slapping myself all night that would be odd. My hairs doing a curly thing which isn't offending me too much so it can stay down, I wonder if other people with curly hair have this love-hate relationship with is? Or no matter the hair type do all people have these thoughts about their hair.
'knock knock'
Oh, he can't be here yet it's only... I check the clock on the wall 6:45 I make my way to the door and there he is stood... With my uncle.
"You expecting this guy sat on my drive?" My uncle asks
"Yes, well he's a little early but yes" I say a little shy, wondering what my uncle makes of this.
"Okay" and with that my uncle Connor turns and walks off.
I turn to 47 and smile at the confused look on his face "hi"
"Hi" he says "that was really odd, I was expecting the third degree and wanting to know why I am here but nope, just walks off" with that statement I just laugh.
"Yeah you get used to it" I say
"Sorry I'm early, I did text you"
"Oh, I didn't hear my phone go off, I'm nearly ready, you can come up for a minute" I turn and head back upstairs. I hear him following on the stairs. I reach my phone and there is his message saying he is early so I want him to wait in the car or come to the door.
"Just seen your message, sorry I was getting ready" I say turning towards him.
He's looking me, taking in my outfit. "you look nice" he states.
I smile and grab my small bag I use when I'm not in school, I put my phone and keys in it.
"I think I'm ready" I say, this time he laughs... "What are you laughing?" I snap.
He chuckled again, "shoes?"
My faces falls when I realise I only have three options. I grab them and try to make a decision, could I wear the black books and pretend I'm trying to pull of edgy? My PE pumps would work best if they didn't smell like PE pumps, oh god that just leaves my yellow flipflops. I put them on, suddenly not so sure about this party after all.
"Take it you don't have any party shoes?" He says when I finally come to face him, he's made himself at home sitting on the couch
"Um no, I hadn't really considered it, how bad is it?" I ask in earnest.
"Well, I have seen worse, what size she are you?" He grabs his phone.
"Size 5" I say not really sure where he is going with this.
He types on his phone a moment later his phone pings and he says, "okay let's go".
I follow him feeling completely unsure of this decision, maybe I can convince him we shouldn't go.
I lock the door and follow him to the car, I get in the passenger side. Maybe I can get some answers on the ride over.
He starts the car and then reverses out the drive, turning left onto the cemetery road and then the next left. "This isn't the way" I say,
But then he pulls up just Infront of the vets and turns off the car. "Wait here".
He jumps out and disappears... I mean wtf. If he had forgotten something maybe he should have double-checked and not been early. I faintly hear a door close and then he reappears, when he gets in the car he's holding a bag. He hands me the bag and says "hope these are okay".
I looked inside the bag and inside is a pair of simple black ballet flats with a little gold bow on the front. "I don't understand," I say still staring at the shoes.
We are already doing a U-turn and heading in the right direction now "you can wear them if you don't feel comfortable in the flip-flops" he says sounding unsure of his actions.
"Oh, thank you, who's are they? Do I have to have them back by 12 or will they turn to dust?" I giggle at my own Cinderella joke, and then I realise I have been completely dorky in my awkwardness about this situation. To my surprise he laughs too, some of the previous tension in the car seems to ease. I take them out of the bag to put them on only to realise they still have the tags on. I look at him and see he's watching me out the corner of his eye. "They are yours" he's says it with finality and then before I can respond says "are you looking forward to this party?" a clear deflection but I am grateful.
"I'm not really sure, I've not been to a house party like this before" I say, and then add "why did you invite me with you when Polly asked you to come?".
"How come you have never been to a house party before?" He inquired ignoring my second question
"I've been to small get-togethers but never a big house party" I say hoping that i don't sound completely lame.
" Oh well, stick with me and we will have a good time" he says.
I can then hear the music as we turn into the street, cars parked everywhere!
Thank you for reading! right are you ready for sh#t to get real in the next chapter?
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