My Sweets

We're Meant to be One

JESSA

We finally get everything moved to our new apartment. Now it's time to unbox and get settled. My mom is helping me set up my bedroom. I hear Bre answer her phone and step out.

"It's probably Brent," I say to mom. "Bre's been tiptoeing around me with her relationship. I think she's worried it'll upset me."

"So how are you feeling now?"

I sit down. "Sad. I don't think I'll ever stop feeling sad. Some days I worry I made a mistake."

"That'll drive you crazy, hun. It'll get easier as days go by. Lord knows a broken heart is painful."

"I don't think this will ever get easier. I'm permanently broke without him. I can't talk about him. I'm tired of crying." I wipe my tears. All I do these days is cry. I cry if someone brings him up. I cry if something reminds me of him. I cry at random times when it unexpectedly hits me.

Bre walks into my room, with a big smile on her face. "Looks like it was a good chat with Brent," I wink at her and wipe another rogue tear.

"What? Oh. Yeah. It was. Anyway, I just got a fabulous idea. Let's go out! Let's get glammed up and enjoy a night in the city to celebrate our apartment."

I laugh at her. "We have so much to do here though."

"Oh come on, Jessa. Don't be a spoilsport. Please! We haven't went out went out like this in forever! Come on!! Let's celebrate! No more tears. Let's have some fun."

"I think that's a brilliant idea," my mom encourages me.

I sigh. "Ok. Let me just get my room set up a little more. If I'm stumbling in drunk tonight, I'd like to know where some of my stuff is."

"No time. We're pampering ourselves first."

"I don't need to go that far, Bre. There's no reason."

"Sure there is! When was the last time you even shaved? You can't wear a dress with hairy legs."

I giggle at her. "Ok. Point taken."

"You're doing it for yourself. You'll feel like a new woman. Anyway I already have the spa booked!"

"Bre!"

"I'm not taking no for an answer."

"Well ok then." I hug my mom and thank her for the help before jumping in the shower.

After being pampered at the spa, I do feel a lot better and excited to go out. I'm glad she made me do this. Bre and I are now rummaging through my designer clothes looking for outfits to wear. "I pull out a jumpsuit. I think I'll wear this."

"Hmm. It looks nice, but let's go a little more trashy than classy."

I laugh. "Ok. I see where this night is going. This is a drink your brains out kind of night."

"Of course! Oh! This is the one you need to wear!" She pulls out a dress.

"Bre! That thing is practically sheer."

"Isn't there something you wear with it?"

"Yeah. I wore a really tiny miniskirt for the photoshoot. I mean, if I'm not careful dancing then this miniskirt will be around my waist. It's that tiny. Not sure this is the safest getting shit faced dress. How about this one? It looks sexy on," I say.

"Gorgeous. And I'm stealing this one!" She holds up a royal blue slip dress.

We sip wine while we get ready. It's really fun being here like this. It is bringing back a lot of Villa memories though; getting ready with another girl. I try to push thoughts of Bobby away. I don't want thoughts of him to ruin the fragile happiness I'm feeling.