My Best Friends.

An Actual Study Date. Part 1

I'm not really sure how I'm feeling about this date. I was released from the hospital about an hour ago, and every minute of that hour was filled with anxiety. I don't know what to say, I don't know what to do, I don't even know what to wear! Cason said he was picking me up at 8 P.M., tomorrow. I decide to live by my motto, 'when in doubt, text Chelsea.'

Help. -M

I send her the quick text hoping she isn't busy.

What's wrong? -C

I'm grateful that she was open.

Date problems... I don't know what to do. -M

Meet me at the mall. Don't ask questions. -C

I guess, I'm going to the mall. I go to my Moms office and ask if I could borrow her car. She says yes. I'm a little nervous because I haven't driven since the accident. I grab the keys to her White BMW Sedan, and head out the door. I make it as far as sitting in the car before, having a panic attack. I feel like I have a one hundred pound weight sitting on my chest. I close my eyes and try to count my breaths. Eventually I calm down enough to call Chelsea and ask her to pick me up. I walk back inside and sit on our brown leather couch. About ten minutes later, Chelsea walks straight through the door without bothering to knock. I roll my eyes and smile as we get up and walk towards her car.

"I haven't really had a chance to ask you Chel, but are you ok with me and Cason going on a date?" I ask just as she is about to start the car. "If your not, I will cancel my plans immediately. Your my best friend and I wouldn't trade you for a million dollars. A million and one is pushing it though." I joke.

She rolls her eyes. "I don't care about the dating thing, as long as I don't loose you. Also if he hurts you, I will hurt him." She threatens.

I chuckle. "Okay, that's good to know."

"Now," Chelsea gestures towards the road. "Shall we?"

I nod. She turns the key and dramatically looks both ways, before driving off towards the destination.

As we enter the mall I am welcomed by the scent of cinnamon and pretzels.

I love Cinnabon.

Chelsea drags me away before I even get the chance to get a sample. She pulls me to the nearest dress store, whose name, was something I could only dream of saying.

Chelsea waves a worker over. She tells her my size and the occasion.

"Where are you going?" She questioned.

"I-I don't know." I say awkwardly.

"Oh, so it's a surprise?" I shrug at her question. She nods. "Let's go for casual but chic because you can't go wrong with that!" She says cheerily.

We head over to a rack with dresses of my size. Chelsea and I both pick out a dress from the rack but the worker told me she has the perfect dress but, it's in the back. She also told me it hadn't even been released yet.

We proceed to the changing rooms and I try on my dress first. It was a teal dress that stopped three or four inches above my knee. It was tight around my bust and fit me awkwardly around my hips. I don't even step outside in it. It looked way better on the rack.
I change into Chelsea's choice of dress. It was a hot pink sundress that went to my ankles. I felt like I could be seen from a mile away. This was Chelsea's favorite color, but I hated it. It flowed in every direction when I walked out to show Chelsea. She absolutely adores the dress, she loved it so much she ended up buying it instead. The worker that was with us earlier returned with a white dress bag and a pair of nude colored platform pump high heels. She shooed me into the dressing closet and told me to put it on. I opened the bag and was shocked at what I saw. This was a black dress with a low cut bust with a nude rose print on it. It had a black waist band that cut off the rose print and started a black satin skirt.