march 5, 2005
"i don't know if this is a good idea." i tell angela and jessica who were both going through my wardrobe. they were sorting my clothes into what i can wear and what not to wear for a date.
"this is a perfect idea." jessica retorts with a smile, tossing a crop top into the pile of what to wear. "first, we'll text her to see if she's free today, next we'll pick out an outfit and then, and boom, send you both out on a date. flawless plan."
"there are actually many flaws in your plan." angela then came over to me, standing me up from my bed to hold up a top to my chest. they both shared a look, before shaking their head. it was tossed with the rest of my more comfortable clothes, which was much bigger than the pile of nicer clothes i own.
"how would you know she's even available right now? it's the weekend." i couldn't help but ask them. there was no way she was free right now, i'm shocked i'm free right now, i should be getting ready for work. it's a little past noon on a saturday, meaning the lunch rush at carver's cafe should be in full swing, meaning i am also missing quite a bit of money in my wallet.
"we already texted her on your phone." jessica casually said, before pulling out another nice crop top. it was white, with a pink rose in the middle with the words 'rosa pastel'¹ written in cursive handwriting at the bottom. (1: pink rose)
"you what?!" i looked around for my phone, which i thought i left on my bed. seeing that it wasn't there, i frantically looked around my room, where my phone was now on my desk. i rushed over to it, opening it and rushing to my messages, reading what they wrote.
cherie c. :v
hey leah!
leah c. ;p
hey cher?
everything okay?
cherie c. :v
yup!
listen
how do you feel about
hanging out?
like today?
leah c. ;p
sure?
cherie c. :v
cool! we can go to that
bowling alley in port
angelas!
leah c. ;p
yeah, okay.
are you sure you're
good?
cherie c. ;p
better than okay!
see you @2 for our
date xoxo
my hands shook as i looked at the messages on my phone. slowly, i turned to jessica and angela, who have by now composed an outfit for me to wear. "¡¿me estás tomando el pelo?!"² i held my phone up. "how did- why- wh-" i was at a loss for any english, my mind racing in anger, fear, and a third emotion i don't know why i'm feeling, excitement. (2: are you kidding me?!)
"¡esto no suena como yo en absoluto!"³ i continued, throwing my phone to my bed as i paced around my messy room. i slipped on a stray bra, falling on my ass with a yelp. (3: This doesn't sound like me at all!)
i rolled over, cradling my bruised bottom with a groan as jessica and angela looked at me, both worried about my freak out.
"is it bad that she resorted to spanish?" jessica asked angela, who shrugged.
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