Reliance

Part 1: SPOV

Part 1

Savannah POV

Watching Claire be late to get ready for things was always a highlight of our going out, so I made sure that I was ready at a decent time, so I could kick back and watch her panic. Mean? Maybe. Fun? Yes.

I plopped into one of the living room chairs, and snuggled in for my seat to the show. I watched the door to her room open, and was . . . disappointed, to see her emerge, beautiful, and completely dressed as well. My jaw almost dropped, but nothing about Claire ever truly surprised me, even her ability to get dressed on time for once in her life. She went with her red dress, as per my expert suggestion, and paired it with perfectly matching red heels that gave her legs for miles.

She did a twirl, smirking at me in her ever so special way. "Well? What do you think?"

I got up from my chair carefully, given that I was wearing five inch heels. "I think, that this guy must be really special if you are bothering to be on time to a date. Can't believe my eyes."

This last part I said sarcastically, but I, for the most part, was being completely honest.

She smacked me with the little sweater that she always wore on dates, and stood back to look at me. Whenever I put the effort in I knew that I could always look presentable next to her. My fit and flare short black dress was classic, except for the front that dipped down rather far in the front. Matching black heels and gold earring in the shape of Africa completed my outfit.

"You look so good girl! So happy to have you on my arm."

"Psh. Shut up, you're so weird."

"Yeah, whatever, we need to get going. I really don't want to be late for this date."

I bowed and gestured to the door, "Alright, let's get to it."

The ride to Ivory Wave didn't feel long, but it definitely felt weird. I could sense a an energy almost, that was making me feel very on edge. Claire of course noticed nothing, and was almost bouncing in her seat. This date being her thing, I made her drive, and more than once I had to tell her to please slow down, the better to not kill us both. Finally though, we made it to the restaurant, which was looking semi-full from the outside.

I unbuckled and made to get out of the car, but noticed Claire hadn't made to get out.

"What's wrong?" I asked softly.

She shook her head and squeezed the steering wheel. "I really want this to work out. The last few dates I've gone on have been really, really awful. . . I just really need this to work out."

I reached over to pinch her. "Wake up girl, you're young, intelligent, and gorgeous. You've got this!"

I gave her a good shake, then a push to get out of the car.

Walking in I started to feel a little bit nervous, but tried to shake it off with a very fake smile. The restaurant was absolutely stunning, there was the incredibly high ceilings, and these glass huge chandeliers. Absolutely stunning. The guys we were meeting weren't too bad either. Both tall and blonde, they were fairly indistinguishable from each for two people who were not related (at least, that was what they'd told Claire). We got to the table quickly, and after a very quick introduction, we got quick hugs and sat down.

Conversation between Claire and her man flowed effortlessly, and while they did make the effort to draw me and my "friend" into the conversation, it seemed like neither of us was here by choice. Also, he was boring. My guy, not Claire's guy, unfortunately. Time seemed to be going by at turtle pace, and my guy was dealing with that by being on his phone the entire time. What a lovely way to spend the evening.

Our waitress had come by to get our drink orders, and while we waited for the appetizers to come out, I nursed my red wine not too slowly. Nature called very quickly, and I apologized as I rose to excuse myself to the restroom.

"I'm so sorry guys, I'm just going run to the ladies room, but keep talking, I'll be right back."

Claire and her guy smiled at me, while my friend kept his eyes on his phone. (Asshole) 

Walking in my heels was not exactly what I would refer to as a fun experience, and when I was passing by the bar I did wobble a little bit, but steadied myself when I grabbed the counter. I looked up and some random hot guy caught my eye when he smiled at me. I smiled back as politely as I could when I was embarrassed, and hurried to get through the door of the dining room. 

AN: another dangerously unedited part of the story lol. Enjoy.