Right Person Too Late

chapter 2

Arsema

"Every time you try to forget who I am I'll be right there to remind you again. You know me."

Song: Reminder by The Weeknd

Ten minutes later I knock on Mia's door before slowly pushing it open to see her entire wardrobe covering every surface of the room. And she's in the middle of all the chaos, sitting in a ball in front of her mirror. I join her on the floor and Harp flops down on her other side.

I feel like I should be saying something to comfort her, but I suck at this kind of thing so I just pat her back and try to signal Harp to say something comforting with my eyes. I think she gets it because she sighs at me and leans down to Mia,

"Mia? You alright?" Mia looks up at us and I see black streaks bleeding from her eyes, her mascara running with her tears.

"Awh, Mia....why are you crying honey?" I ask her, partly because I can't figure out why she's crying and partly because I have no idea what to say. Comforting people is more of Harper's field.

"Ari, he won't tell me where we're going, so I have no idea what to wear!"

Harper gets up and mouths to me that she's gonna make some tea before she leaves us.

"Who's he?"

"This guy...that I met at today's meeting." She's got this lovestruck look on her face like her heart might burst at any moment from happiness. God, she sounds so in love that I feel this pang in my heart from wanting that kind of love.

"He's new to the committee," she goes on - referring to the senior student committee - "and the two of us had to meet up after the meeting so that I could give him all the information and notes that he needs to help us organise that fundraising water run tomorrow. Anyway, we went to get coffee and then he just asked to take me out to dinner next Friday night out of no where. But...before I left he told me to dress for something a bit 'different'. What's that supposed to mean?! How am I supposed to know what to wear now? He never gave me his number, and neither Harp nor I could find him on any social media either so I can't ask him." She sobs out.

"So that's why you decided to wear a 70s-looking dance outfit?" I say snorting, I know it's probably not the right moment, but when am I gonna be able to tease her about this if not now?

She must be feeling better because she punches my arm before replying.

"Shut up, I thought that I might be able to choose something nice by closing my eyes and just picking up random clothes."

"Why do you even own those things?" I get up and go to her wardrobe to pull out a pair of black skinny jeans, a black bomber jacket and this really cute white, fluffy tube top.

"I think it was for this one dress up party a couple of years ago."

I hold out the clothes I've chosen.

"These jeans make your ass look good and they're formal enough for any restaurant but still casual. And I mean you pull this top off better than anyone else, and your tits look sexy as in them." She wipes her eyes, laughing and stands up.

"You think so?"

"I know so." I say, pointedly looking her in the eye. Harper comes in a second later, holding a tray with green tea and her special occasion tea set.

"I'm guessing you figured out the clothes situation Mia?"

I flick my hair over my shoulder with sass. "She couldn't have done without me."