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Nervous—A feeling I can't say I feel too often but now, I feel as though there is a type of standard I am being held to without any spoken words of so. It's like meeting the girl you've liked all through high school, finally begin dating, and have to meet the parents for the first time. That kind of nervous. There is something about an attached to the hip best friend that causes a new pit in the stomach when you have to fully give yourself to a conversation with them for a night.
I've met Lucky, briefly. There wasn't much thought behind the interaction—or lack there of, but now after hearing the love Blue has for him, the pedestal she has him on. I think I'd rather meet a parent than a Lucky at this point.
Not believing Blues blubbering back to back conversations while high, I brushed off the invitation to come over Saturday to have dinner with her and Lucky. But a text the following day proved different and now here I am, trying to find a decent top in my closet and timing out how long it'll take to get from here to her apartment to ensure I'll be there in time.
Can you tell I'm nervous as shit?
Honestly, even with my nerves right now—since that night with Blue when she just needed me to trust her, I've never been more in charge of my cravings and need for a relief so quickly. No, they aren't completely gone but the day after that, after her shift she stoped by real quick with a bag full of about twenty different flavors of gum, lollipops, and jolly ranchers. If she wouldn't have explained, I would've accused her of wanting to fatten me up.
She went into a ramble about some movie called '28 Days' and concluded with me picking from this assortment whenever my brain gets too bored or too overwhelmed—'stay in a medium' she said. Weirdly enough, it's been helping.
"Why don't I own any other colors but fucking black, grey, and white?" I groan, shuffling between shirts before deciding to just stick with a long sleeved grey shirt. "This'll have to fucking do."
Grabbing my keys quickly, I head out. I debated earlier on just walking over since it wasn't crazy far but riding my bike over gave me more time to over analyze everything about my attire for the first time in my life.
I don't forget to grab a black box I picked up earlier this week before shutting the door and heading down the stairs to the parlor.
"Now where are you going in a hurry?" Nico asks, printing off some clients prints for tomorrow's appointments.
"Doesn't concern you." "Tell Blue I said 'hi'."
I raise a brow at him, "you two on formal bases?"
Nico laughs one of those cheeky laughs, "I've barely met her but once—kneel tiger. Just a nice greeting, you don't want her to think your favorite person in the whole world is impolite, do you?"
