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63- Bridgette's Spilled Drink

Prompt:

As you made your way up the driveway towards Geoff's house, the sound of blaring music reached your ears. Geoff was known for throwing epic parties, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.

Upon entering the house, you were immediately engulfed in a vibrant atmosphere. The speakers pumped out old hits, and people sang along at the top of their lungs, creating an electric energy.

Amidst the crowd, you spotted Geoff engrossed in conversation near the drinks table. When he caught sight of you, a wide grin spread across his face, and he waved you over.

"Hey, Y/N, glad you could make it!" Geoff shouted over the music, a beer in his hand.

You maneuvered your way through the lively crowd towards him, returning his smile.

"You know I wouldn't miss it, Geoff," you replied, a slight chuckle escaping your lips.

As you chatted with Geoff, the party seemed to grow in size. Seeking a more spacious area, both of you navigated through the crowd. Suddenly, you felt something cool splashing onto your chest as you moved through the crowd of sweaty teens. Gasping, you looked up to see a long-haired blonde girl with her hand covering her mouth.

It was Bridgette, the easygoing surfer from your home room. She too let out a gasp, her red solo cup now empty.

"Oh no! I'm so sorry!" The blonde immediately apologized, genuine concern evident in her voice. You glanced down at your white shirt, now stained with alcohol.

"Yikes, man!" Geoff laughed, glancing between you and Bridgette.

Before you could utter a word, Bridgette grabbed your wrist and pulled you away from the crowd, leading you towards the kitchen. She brought you to the sink, wetting a paper towel and gently patting your shirt.

"I am so sorry, Y/N," she apologized again, frowning as the stain spread. "Crap."

"It's okay," you spoke for the first time, gently removing Bridgette's arms from your shirt.

"I feel so bad," Bridgette said, staring at your shirt. "I mean, now you're going to have to go the rest of the night with this stain because of my clumsiness."

Frustration began to well up within you as you crossed your arms over your chest. How were you going to hide this huge stain for the next few hours?

"Look, I can ask Geoff for an extra shirt or something," you told Bridgette, trying not to show your disappointment. "It's not a big deal. I shouldn't have worn a white shirt to a party anyways."

Bridgette's hazel eyes instantly lit up. "Wait! I have an idea." She swiftly pulled her hoodie over her head, slightly flattening her blonde ponytail in the process.

"Here," she said, holding out her sweatshirt towards you. "It might be a little warm, but it'll cover the stain."

"Wow, Bridgette, that's so thoughtful," you responded as she now stood in a tight-fitting crop top.

"Please wear it, it's the least I could do," Bridgette added with pleading eyes. You gratefully accepted the sweatshirt, slipping it over your body.

"Thanks," you said with a small smile, feeling a blush spread across your cheeks.

"I know the sweatshirt can't replace your shirt, but hopefully, it'll do the trick for the next few hours," Bridgette said, scratching the back of her neck.

As you adjusted the hoodie strings, the faint scent of the ocean filled your nostrils. You realized that Bridgette had likely worn this hoodie to the beach multiple times, and a sense of calm washed over you.

"I'm so sorry again," Bridgette told you, tightening her ponytail.

You looked at Bridgette, seeing the sorrow in her eyes. Gratitude welled up within you, and you couldn't stay mad at her.

"It's really alright, Bridgette," you reassured her, a warm smile spreading across your face. "I appreciate your kindness more than you can imagine. You could have easily laughed or walked away, but you chose to help me instead. So, thank you."

Bridgette's face softened, and a small smile appeared on her lips. "Well, it's just the right thing to do. I know how embarrassing it can be to have a stain on your clothes, especially at a party. I'm glad I could help."

You nodded, feeling a new profound respect for the surfer. "Seriously, thank you. You've saved me from a potentially embarrassing situation. I owe you one, Bridgette."

She waved off your gratitude with a dismissive gesture. "No need to repay me. Just enjoy the rest of the party, okay? And if you need anything else, don 't hesitate to ask."

With that, Bridgette turned to leave, but you reached out and gently touched her arm to stop her. "Hey, Bridgette, I know we don't know each other that well, but I'd love to get to know you better. Maybe we can hang out sometime?"

A surprised yet delighted expression crossed Bridgette's face, and she nodded eagerly. "I'd love that, Y/N. Let's exchange numbers and make plans."

You both took out your phones and exchanged contact information, sealing the deal on a potential new friendship. The incident with the stained shirt had unexpectedly brought you closer together, and you couldn't help but feel grateful for it.

Questions to keep in mind as you envision yourself interacting with Bridgette:

What outfit did you wear to the party other than a white shirt? Was it just a plain tee or did it have a design on it? How did you style your hair? Did you come with any friends or by yourself? How did you first feel when Bridgette spilled her drink on you? What about when Bridgette dragged you away from Geoff? What color sweatshirt was Bridgette wearing? Was the hoodie big or small on you when you tried it on? What made you want to get Bridgette's number?