West 76th Street - H.S

Chapter 3.

I've had this written but I didn't want to post during the San Diego show.. If you went I hope you had so much fun..

I'm very excited for this chapter.. I really am teasing y'all hehe.

CADENCE:

    I browsed on the computer the rest of that day, trying to find something to possibly wear. Give myself ideas of something to wear. I have plenty of clothes. A large closet, but most of it.. Half of it is stuff that he liked. I'm not the person to say I'm not like other girls, I'm actually just like other girls. I love expensive coffee I surely would have made at home, and I adore top 40 music. I love reading cheesy romance novels, and watching true crime documentaries. I like fuzzy socks, and I love to journal, and listen to people rant about astrology. I love Twilight, and other movies like that. I'm just like other girls.. Honestly I might be a bit worse than them. But there's a type of fashion, a type of style that certain men pertain to.

    Not tight dresses, and low cut tops.. Of course men love those, but women love them more. I promise you that. We love the way they make us feel. The certain clothes I'm talking about are listed as basic, but they're not.. They're the perfect image to a ceratin male mind. The skinny jeans, the ones with rips, but not ripped enough to actually see skin. Those plain loose flowy shirts, and those big wide brimmed hats. An array of boots that are all close in color but not exactly the same. Most of them are short boots, but of course you've got a few longer ones. That was the style he loved.. I didn't, but I wore it.. He bought it so of course I wore it.

    Here. Now, Well this way I can develop my own style, my own mind.. Developing that when you're 25 and too old to dress like a teenager but too young to dress like a mom. It's hard to find something that the rest of society might find acceptable and something I also feel good in.. Then again, do I need to really think about that? Do I really need to care if anyone besides myself, and possibly him, thinks I look good? No, but am I going to care? Of course I am, it's human nature. We can say we don't care but subconsciously we all hope others think we look as good as we think we look.

    I ended up texting Harry that night too, telling him it was me. He promptly planned drinks for this coming Friday. It's now Thursday, it's been four days since our run in. He's texted me here, and there, making sure I could still make it. I've replied every single time telling him I will be there. He's meeting me on the upper east side. Some fancy rooftop bar that overlooks the city. A place I wouldn't be caught dead in alone because it will be full of people I don't ever come around. Except people like him.. People like who I think he is. I don't know the real him, just the made up version of him I have in my head.

    I didn't find anything online. I didn't find anything appealing in my closet. I don't have any clue what I want to wear nor what I've decided to wear. I've contemplated asking Alex for her opinion.. As much as I'd like to ask her, I know she's going to do that thing she does when she gets too excited and then creates a million scenarios in her mind, and goes way too far... I love her I do.. I just don't think that would be smart to do. She's got great style though that's for sure. I'm back to square one. And my mind is completely blank as I walk back to my-

    "Cadence.. I mean Cady!" I hear Alex's voice behind me, and I turn my head, looking right over my shoulder.

    "Hi Alex, did you need money for a ride home?" I ask her ,and she shakes her head, running up next to me.

    "I just saw you looking for something to wear on Monday, and I assumed it was for your date with the window guy.."

    "His name is Harry." I correct her with a smile.

    "Yeah Harry. I assumed it was for that. But either way.. I was wondering if you found anything to wear?" She asks me, and I shake my head.

    "I haven't. Not yet." I tell her honestly.