Nobody Gets Me (Like You)

Chapter 1

"You can't always wear these grandma sweaters, Betty," Cheryl started, turning in her seat and looking at her best friend. "Don't you have more of a bar outfit?"

Betty frowned, shrugging. "I like my outfit," she mumbled and Cheryl groaned. "What's wrong with it?" she asked, chuckling.

"Only everything," Cheryl responded and Betty scoffed. "Betty, you are in jeans—and they don't even have rips—with a white t-shirt and a cardigan. Now Betty," she exaggerated, placing her hands on her friend's thighs. "Are we certain that this is the outfit you want to meet your future husband in?"

"Oh," Betty huffed, pushing Cheryl away. "Who said I'm going to meet my future husband?"

"I did," Cheryl joked. "Just now. And have you seen Grey's Anatomy? It happened there."

Betty rolled her eyes, standing. "I'm not changing. If I happen to meet my future husband—as if that would ever happen—wouldn't you rather have him meet me as myself? He would be looking at me like this for...ever."

"You know," Cheryl breathed, sighing. "You're right. But are you sure you want to meet him in that?"

Betty scoffed, giggling. She walked over to her closet and opened it. She sighed, crossing her arms as she whispered, "Go to town."

Cheryl squealed, clapping her hands. "Okay," she muttered. "Oh, holy pastels. Jesus Christ, Betty, seriously?"

"I teach little kids," she pouted, sitting down at the end of her bed. "I have to wear bright colors."

Cheryl huffed, crossing her arms over her chest and staring at the array of clothes in her closet. She reached forward, pulling out a slip dress she had hanging up. "This," she said, tossing the article of clothing to Betty. "Why have I never seen you wear this?"

"Because..." Betty winced, looking at it. "Isn't it a little much?"

"A little much?" Cheryl questioned, shaking her head. "No, no. This is amazing! Betty, you would look hot. And, I mean, you always look hot—duh! But that dress is hot."

"You just said hot too many times," she whispered and Cheryl scoffed. "You just... I bought it, like, forever ago but I don't know."

"You're going to look amazing! I promise," she added, offering a smile. "Your future husband would die over this."

"I am not looking for my future husband," Betty laughed, smoothing her dress once it was on. "I'm only going because you said that Toni said it's important for you to be there and you don't want to go alone."

Cheryl shrugged, mumbling, "You can look for a husband too."

They both laughed and Betty shook her head. "Sometimes, I can't believe you," she whispered, fixing her makeup in the mirror.

"You know," Cheryl said with a nod, watching Betty put on her lip gloss. "If I was a guy, I would totally swoon."

"How kind," Betty said dramatically, placing a hand over her heart. They both giggled. "So, where are we going?" Betty asked, tucking hair behind her ear.

"The Whyte Wyrm," Cheryl began explaining, looking through Betty's makeup. "We've been there, like, a handful of times at least. Or maybe I've been there... I don't know. We're going to see Toni's band and they're very good, honestly. Totally thought they would suck because, well, they're a band trying to flourish in New York City and also somehow want to be the next Led Zeppelin but, like, with a girl."

"I don't know if you mean that because they have four members or because they only play their music," Betty whispered as she left her room.

"I mean it because they have four members... I think." Cheryl sighed, shaking her head. "They play their music occasionally, but they also have their own stuff. But, uh, yeah. They're good, swell. Toni told me they all went to high school together and then just happened to all go to the same college."