All Over Her

Chapter 34: Rambling

I was trying to figure out how I could tell Harry and Ziggy about my date without sounding absolutely mental. I guess a smooth way to introduce the topic would be by letting them see me in my date outfit? No other option seems the most logical. But I don't even know where we're going. How am I supposed to dress up for a date where I have no clue what's appropriate? Like will we be inside or outside? That determines if I wear a jacket. Are we going on a late night rendezvous swim? Then that calls for no makeup. Ugh, maybe this was a bad idea. Mattheo Riddle is everything but simple and truly maybe I am just way in over my head.

"Jamie?" A voice came from the doorway. It was Zig.

"Zig, long story, I'm going on a date with Mattheo and I have no clue what to wear and he's gonna be here at eight and I have no clue what I'm doing or where we're going and I'm not even fully sure why I said yes because I know I said I didn't wanna like him and I wanna get over him but he told me he was my secret admirer and all of these weird out of body feeling just welled up into my body and I said yes for sure to the date, like I confirmed it and OH MY- HE GAVE ME THE NECKLACE, THE FUCKING NECKLACE WAS FROM HIM, WHAT DO I DO ZIG WHAT DO I DO?" I fell back onto my bed out of breath.

"Well.. maybe invest in an inhaler first, then sit up so I can sort this out with you."

She sat next to me, pulling me up to a sitting position.

"Listen, feelings are complicated and you're not gonna know what's happening at all times which is scary, but you can't control that. There's a reason you said yes to this date and that's because you want to feel it out. Now I told you before I'm not a thousand percent on board with the idea of Mattheo because both Harry and I have seen how the shit he said made you feel. Now you feel different and something's telling you he's different. Ultimately this is up to you and what you want."

I bit my lip. "Yeah but what do I wear?"

Ziggy smacked the back of my head, getting up and down to my trunk.

"Uh ow?"

"The one time I give advice you focus on anything else but what I'm saying."
    "In my defense you usually talk nonsense."

She scowled, "I should let you go naked."

"But you wouldn't because you love me too much."

"I think you mean loathe." She threw a dark blue tank top at me.

"I really appreciate you helping me keep a level head Zig."

She threw a pair of jeans at me, "If not me then who else?"

She grabbed some brown sneakers and dad's jacket as a finishing touch.

"Don't wear any makeup, I know you're gonna come back exhausted and fall asleep in it."

She held open the door to the bathroom for me. I grabbed all the clothes and walked in.

"Oh if only everyone had a sister like you." I fluttered my eyes.

"Yeah yeah go and change Romeo."

The blue tank top was a very close shade to the dark blue denim but the brown shoes and black jacket break up the colors very well. I wasn't sure what to do with my hair since it takes a good amount of time and my brain wasn't comprehending time fully at the moment. I just did a regular refresh and despite Ziggy's advice I just added some mascara and gloss, that's basically no makeup anyways.

I heard Zig call out, "WHERE ART THOU ROMEO, YOUR JULIET IS HERE!"

She's so lucky I don't tackle her right this instant. I walk out, my hands shaking slightly which I didn't notice until I adjusted the pendant on my necklace to be straight. He stood at the doorway, a bouquet of flowers. Mixed variety of roses, baby's breath, and pansies. A unique assortment with the addition of the pansies but I enjoyed the personal touch.

But he looked amazing. He wore a black button down shirt, it looked freshly ironed. It was big enough where it didn't cling onto his skin but small enough where you can see the definition in his arms when they bend. He was wearing jeans as well, which brought me relief because I didn't want to be underdressed but at the same time I didn't want him to feel overdressed. But they were discreet jeans. You know those pants that look nice enough where they look professional from afar but casual when needed. The mullet of pants. Probably a bad comparison. Then he was wearing all black sneakers. The all black outfit was for sure a safe choice, on brand for him. But I supposed my outfit was as well.

The flowers contrasted brightly against his outfit, the only other color coming from his face. His cheeks were ever so slightly blushed. Like he was feeling bashful but was able to calm himself down on the way over here. His hair looked freshly washed, it shined in the light gently and it was combed in a way where you can tell he took the time to get it just right. I never noticed how long his eye lashes were. I would always take heavy notice of his eyes, their color, but his lashes? That was a long shot. In slow motion Ziggy took the flowers out of his hand, walking behind me to put them in our vase.

His face when he saw me. It was like he saw me for the first time. And we were back. I was back to that feeling. That we were two different people, in our own world. That we were anyone but ourselves and now was a chance to just be whoever we want to be. He held his hand out.

"You ready?"

"Duh."