Here's To Hoping (One Direction)

3.) A Little Hope

Chapter Three: A Little Hope

          After surviving four more classes and a quick lunch, I finally get to go home. Relived that I’m free of classes for the next three months, I walk up to my apartment door and unlock it. I walk in and flop down in my favorite chair. It’s rather large and slightly ugly, but I insisted on bringing it to the apartment. I turn on the TV and wait for Jess to get home. She goes to hair school instead of University, so her schedule is different from mine. Her real dream is to be a singer though. That was the whole reason we moved here in the first place.

            When Jess and I were seniors in high school, we both had decided one thing: as soon as we finished walking across that stage with our diploma, we were vamping to Nashville. If things went our way, Jessica was going to be a star and I would be right there with her along the way.

Nashville was only our second choice though. We originally wanted to go to L.A. but my mom and her parents were not so thrilled about their babies being over 600 miles away in some big city with no family.  Plus we were kind of (note: extremely) broke. So I hatched the brilliant idea of going to Nashville instead. Seeing as it was only 4 hours away and I had already been accepted to APSU, our parents agreed. The only deal was that both of us go to school while we scoured the city looking for a record deal. I chose to get my nursing degree and Jess naturally went to hair school as her mother had done before her.

As I said before, our schedules were both different so most nights I was the one who normally got home first and attempted to cook dinner. Seeing as it was only 3 p.m. and we had to be at the Brown Roof around 7 o’clock, I decided to get ready instead and just pick up dinner later. I’m sure it would be a sweet relief for Jess to know that she wouldn’t have to endure my cooking tonight.

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Jess walks through the door about an hour after I decide to get ready and decline the idea of cooking. As I’m drying my hair in the bathroom, she walks in and sits on the counter. It’s obvious she has something to tell me by the way she’s staring a hole in my head. I knew she wouldn’t just tell me on her own though, she’d make me ask first.

“What, Jess? Spit it out. If you keep staring at me like that I’m going to hit you with this blow dryer.” I tell her with a hint of amusement.

“Well if you must know, something very good happened to me today when I was leaving school. You know how when we get in the car and Ed’s song “The A Team” comes on, we always know that we’re going to have a good day?” She says excitedly. I’m pretty sure I know where this is going. “Well, as soon as I got into Jack,” Jack being Jessica’s red Mini Coop, “Ed’s song came on. I just know this is a sign that we’re gonna win those passes! It has to be!”

I can tell she’s dead serious. She never jokes around when it comes to these passes and neither do I. Once again, I hope she’s right.

“Well then, I guess we’re going to win them after all. We better at least; we’ve worked way too hard for all of this not to pay off.” I say.

“Exactly. But now we only have about an hour and a half to get ready, so hurry up! I want to be one of the first ones there.” Jess says in a huff.

She jumps down from the counter and heads to her room, only to return a few minutes later with her outfit for tonight. I don’t even bother to ask if she’s going to shower. She’s one of those lucky people who only have to shower every other day because they don’t get all greasy and gross. Me on the other hand, I have to shower at least twice a day or I’ll go insane. Jess says it because I’m OCD. That may be true, but still. Besides, there isn’t anything wrong with being too clean, right?

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Once the hour and a half was up, we both take a look in the bathroom mirror. We were lucky enough to find an apartment with a bathroom that would be able to fit us both and whoever else plus all of our makeup, curling irons, and other necessities. Our counter top was slightly cluttered, but that was the way it always is.

Staring at my reflection, I take in my denim shorts, black Nirvana t-shirt, and white vans. Jess had done my makeup and it looked great with my straightened long blonde hair. I glance at Jess and see she has on light blue, high wasted denim shorts, a light washed tie-die V-neck shirt, and white converse. Her dark brown hair was curled to perfection. With a quick look at each other, we both smile with excitement. Tonight was our last shot at these passes and we had to win.

Snatching my keys and purse, we head out the door and to my car. As soon as I hit the driver’s seat, I put on the boys new cd. With a nervous look at Jess, I crank the car.

“I don’t know what I’ll do if we don’t win.” I say, “We’ve worked so hard for these stupid things.”

“I know. I’ll be so depressed.” Jess’s voice has a saddened tone to it. I know that I’ll be depressed too.

“Well here’s to hoping.” I say as I crank up One Direction and drive out of the parking lot. Somewhere deep inside though, I have a good feeling about what tonight has in store for us.