The One I Need.

Preparing for the worst.

It is finally the day. The day I am meeting Theo for the first time. Well, I guess not the first time, since we have already met each other a few very awkward times. But this time it is for real. Like we are starting fresh and better. It is 8am, and I woke up like half an hour ago already, just because I am so nervous and excited. I text Emmelie, or should I say spam. Of course she isn't up yet, she probably partied the whole night once again. But I still spam her to get some of the excitement and fear off of my chest. Oh god, what do I wear?! Theo and I aren't supposed to meet until like 3pm, so I still have some time, but I just know that I have absolutely nothing fitting for today. Maybe Emmelie has time to go shopping with me before, to pick out something perfect. It HAS to be perfect. To make up for all the other encounters we have had. So I decide to call Emm. First time she doesn't pick up. Second time: nothing. Okay, third time is the charm. A sleepy voice says something in the end of the other line. "EMM! I need your help! Are you free today?" "Gosh, what time is it even?" "It is around 8:30, but what does it matter. Do you have time today?" "That early?! You can't be serious. Why are you up already?" "You know, I am meeting up with Theo today. And don't have anything in my closet" "Oh, why didn't you just say so from the beginning, of course I am free then. But I have to take something for this headache first. Meet me in an hour?" "Yes!! Thanks Emm, you are the best!"

While getting ready, I sit and reflect over the last couple of weeks. It is now been three weeks since my breakup with Adam. And to be honest, it hit me hard, but not as hard as I thought it maybe would. I don't know Meeting Theo... it... it has just made me feel some type of way I can't describe. It's like he gets me. More than Adam did at times. But should I move on this quick? It seems kind of illegal. Is it too fast? What does this even mean? The thoughts kind of start pulling my mood down, and I zone out. Until I smell something burned. OH FUCK, MY TOAST! I quickly take the breadslice out the toaster and throw it in the sink until it has cooled down. I must have held down the button. Wow, what a morning. My phone starts ringing. Oh no, is it Theo calling to say he can't make it? Did he get cold feet like I knew he would? I pick up. "Hey girl, I am ready now. Let's hurry before my hangover gets worse. Meet you at the corner in 10." "Oh, hey, yeah, alright. See ya." Shit. I didn't eat anything. My mom would kill me if she found out. Whatever, I don't have time if I still need to our spot. As long as I don't faint, that would be the best thing to happen of course. I chug a glass of water, grab my back and coat, and get going.

After 20 minutes, we are finally at our local mall. It is quite big compared to the size of our little town. We start at Nordstrom. Nothing. Then H&M. Also nothing. Urban Outfitters. Nothing. We already spent almost 2 hours in here. Last try: Zara. "I really hope I find something. Otherwise I will just have to go with what I am wearing." "I really hope you are kidding and have a backup something with you." "What do you mean? Isn't this fine?" "Didn't you say it had to be perfect? That", she points up and down my outfit, "...that looks like you didn't even try. It looks like you were prepared to find something, so you could change." "Oh god, that bad?" "Yep. So let's go find something, before it is too late." We walk into Zara, and immediately we are greeted by one of the many workers. Because of my anxiety, I started to feel a lot of pressure on me, to both figure out what to say, and making up some sort of outfit, as if I had a clue about what I was looking for. But Emmelie steps in and said: "We're fine, just looking around.", and she grabs my arm and pulls me after her. Puh, that was close. I almost froze to the spot I was standing in. Emm looks for clothes while I just look at her. First she pulls out some way too short and tight dresses from the racks. Absolutely not. I don't want to look cheap for mine and Theo's first "date". Then also some tops with a cleavage. Can't do that either. We go on. Until she pulls out a very pretty dark green dress, with puffed sleeves and a medium length to just down under the knees. "What about this one?" It was seriously perfect. Never in my life have I seen such a pretty, elegant, yet so casual dress. I am in love. "I love it. I knew I could count on your help Emm." "Duh, I am the fashion expert as you know. Let's go try it on." And it fit as I thought it would. Just the right amount of length and figure hugging at the waist. Also the cleavage is not too much. It is such a cute summerdress. "Let's go to the checkout. What time is it?" "Oh, it is just before 4:30pm." "WHAT? I have to be there in half an hour? How on earth will I make it with THAT line at the checkout?!" "Okay, plan: You keep on the dress, I rip off the tag, and go pay for it." "I can't let you do that." "Ellie, do you want to make it, or already be late to your first meet with him, so he gets the wrong impression? Now RUN!" She is right. So I grab my bag, and run to the busstation. I made it just in time.

I am just around the corner from the café we are meeting at. I am running to make it in time. I come around the corner...