He wasn't

Chapter 7

He Wasn't: Chapter Seven

Time is relative. I know I'm not the first to realize it and far from the famous, and my realization had nothing to do with energy or mass or the speed of light or anything else that brilliant scientists had discovered. Rather, it had to do with the drag of hours I have to wait until I see Nate again.

After my dad and I finished lunch, I thought about Nate; I thought of him again soon after I took a shower, then I thought of him again after I gazed into the sunset out on the porch. I spent the day wandering in the house, talking with Megan on the phone, lying in bed while trying to draw Nate on my sketchpad, taking a shower again, eating everything that looked good in the fridge and listening to some Michelle Branch songs. I really loved the 90's. But what I like the most about today, I like to replay the moment Nate dropped by. It made me very happy, not to mention restless because after lunch, all I could think about was, the hours are slowly passing by, I wanted to see him soon. That's what I meant by time is relative.

I rummaged through my closet, finding every single dress that can be appropriate for tomorrow night. But all I could find were my sundresses. I picked up one of them, a white and red sundress with floral patterns that is slightly above the knee, I held it up against myself in front of the mirror. I stared at the mirror for about a minute.

"No. I look like a waitress in a Hawaiian shack." I said, as I threw the dress away. I went back to my closet. "Come on, there's gotta be something in here... There's gotta be."

Somehow I started to panic. I know in every girl's life, this happens to them. But in my case, this is a first. My room's now a mess, and I still don't know what to wear. I want to ask dad for help but I know I can't count on him. Of course, in every parents' eyes, they see their child as the most beautiful and perfect creature in the whole world. Who are they to lie? That's what their eyes tell them. Why can't just people love you so you'll always look good to them no matter what you look?

I grabbed my phone and pressed the speed dial to one. Of course my last resort was Megan. It could be mom but we all know moms, they're too... Mommish. Megan is like, a very creative fashion stylist. She knows how to dress for every occasion and when I have an important event to attend to, she's the one who arranges my clothes at the dorm. She's very pretty, has perfect tanned skin and golden blonde hair. She's very kind and thoughtful, not to mention, caring. She's a perfectionist and always keeps her things organized, unlike me. I guess, I'm very lucky to have her as my bestfriend.

I tapped my foot impatiently. Come on, answer. I glanced at the clock, it's 7:00 P.M.

"Hi, this is Megan. Sorry, I'm pretty busy at the moment. You know what to do."

Beep

"Megan. SOS. I need your advice. I'm gonna have my first date with Nate tomorrow night and I don't have a clue on what to wear." I said, running my fingers through my hair. "All I can find are my sundresses... Call me ASAP."

I closed my phone and sat on my bed. I placed my phone in front of me and waited for Megan to call back. 30 minutes had passed and still, Megan hasn't called.

I laid down on my back and stared at the ceiling and let out a yawn. Unconsciously, I fell asleep.

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I woke up the next morning surprised to see my room in a big mess. Clothes hanging everywhere, on the door knob, on the dresser, on the head board of my bed, near the window and some are scattered on the floor. At first I thought a robber got inside through my window and rummaged through my closet, then I remembered it was just me. In the end I never got to pick out a dress and Megan didn't call. Oh well. I got up and was about to pick up my clothes.