Limoncello

Chapter 6

"To get the full value of joy, you must have someone to divide it with." ~ Mark Twain

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Mountains of different shirts, shorts, pants, skirts, and dresses littered the floor in Maeve's bedroom. She couldn't even see the floor anymore. When Nick had told her that he found it hard to believe that she owned anything black, she hadn't expected that the nail polish would actually be the only black thing she owned. She also hadn't realized that she had this many clothes. She growled in frustration as she grabbed yet another colorful article of clothing. She looked over to her vanity where her phone was propped up against the mirror, her best friend's bored face covering the screen as she watched Maeve through the ongoing facetime call.

"Presley," Maeve whined to her friend, striding towards the phone and picking it up as she anxiously ran her fingers through hair. "What do I do? I have nothing to wear to this gig."

Presley sighed and rubbed her eyes. "Your floor looks like the opening scene of Clueless. You have plenty to wear," she started. "What exactly are you going for?"

"Like...A rockstar girlfriend type of look," Maeve sounded unsure. "At least something that won't make me stick out like a sore thumb."

Presley visibly held back laughter. "Babe, that's so not you. You're not going to find anything that fits the bill in your closet."

"Well what do I do? I can't go buy anything," Maeve whined. "I have to be ready in an hour."

Presley thought for a moment, "Do you still have those dark green corduroy shorts?"

Maeve nodded and set the phone down to dig through the closet once more. She found them relatively quick and put them on to ensure that they still fit. They did.

"Great," Presley approved. "Now just style those how you'd usually style them. You'll look gorgeous. If that boy likes you for you, he'll think so too. Plus, it's a dive bar. Don't overthink it."

Maeve felt her face heat up at the mention of Nick possibly liking her. She hoped he did, but she continuously convinced herself that he was just friendly. Presley had been rooting for them the moment Maeve told her about him on the day the band moved in across the street.

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"Presley!" Maeve beamed once she answered the facetime call. "I have new neighbors! Across the street!"

"I'm assuming you already went over there?" Presley questioned, knowing her friend's tendency to be hospitable.

"I just got back from bringing them cookies," Maeve confirmed. "It's four guys. And! They're a band. From what I can tell, they play pretty heavy stuff. Well, heavy for me at least." Maeve rambled on with the biggest smile that Presley had seen from her in a long time. Maeve usually was one to get excited about meeting new people. But Presley could tell this was different.

"How did it go?" Presley asked gently, trying to get more information about these neighbors and why they had her so excited.

"It went really well! They're all so kind! They loved the cookies," Maeve giggled before she continued. "Oh! Their drummer is really cute."

Presley watched as Maeve's face turned bright red. "Tell me more about this drummer."

"Well, his name is Nick. He seemed a little bit shy. But when we shook hands, neither of us let go when we definitely should've. I feel really stupid for that. It's probably my fault," Maeve's smile faded a bit. "Oh my God, he probably thinks I'm so weird."

Presley laughed and shook her head, "If he didn't let go either, it's probably fine." Presley didn't say anything then, but she knew that Maeve had a crush and that Nick probably had one too.