One of a million stories

Chapter two

We continue the story in the present were Lila is 26 years old. Every chapter of the past will have a zero in front of it so it's clear that it's a backstory. Hope you enjoy this one!

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I'm already running late and now my bike has a flat tire. This always happens to me! Luckily it's not a job interview I'm running late for. It's a party that one of my friends invited me to. My best friend Billie to be exact. The reason I took my bike is because the party is in a neighborhood were the bus apparently doesn't exist. I'm guessing that's because it's one hell of a fancy neighborhood were people have 3 cars, minimum. The only reason I'm even going is because she asked very nicely and offered to be designated driver, which she is never. Every time we go out either her boyfriend of 11 years, Jasper, comes and picks us up or I'm the designated driver. So this really was a once in a lifetime opportunity and I had to take it. Even though it means I'm standing here in the middle of nowhere with an evening dress next to my bike with a flat tire. This must be one hell of a sight for cars passing by. I hope they have a laugh with it because I certainly am not!

Right when I'm thinking that another very chic vehicle passes by. It was an Audi I think. I had started walking towards my destination, how else was I going to get there. I couldn't call Billie because my phone was empty and even if I could, she came per taxi. Hopefully she wasn't to worried about me. She knows I'm always late but she is the person who always asks everyone to send a message when they got home safe. Given that half the time she has fallen asleep right after we left maybe it isn't that spectacular but still. It's the thought that counts!

With every step I take I have to watch out that my dress doesn't get between the gears of my bike. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. I wanted to safe some money by not taking a taxi but Billie sure as hell wasn't late and didn't have to walk in way too high heels, a dress that was a little too long and a bike with a flat tire. The dress was beautiful though. It was dark green with a split up my left thy and a corset that was a little fairy-like. I had found it at a thrift shop when I was on vacation in the Netherlands. I absolutely LOVED thrift shopping because you always find gems. I almost don't have any clothes from normal stores. Half the reason for that is that whenever I'm sad or mad or just not feeling very good it's my favorite pastime. It's almost therapeutic for me.

My feet were starting to hurt and I sighed.

Finely I was almost there. At the end of this street is the house the party is at. You don't have any idea how happy I was. I started to look around me. You couldn't even see the houses properly because they all had a pretty long driveway. From what I could see, it looked beautiful though. There were roses and other flowers, bushes and trees and the grass had freshly been ridden. It wasn't dark yet so I could see the shape of the houses. Some were very simple, others looked like a castle. There was one house I absolutely adored. It had this amazing garden and a fence with curls and bends from wrought iron. There was a porch with a rocking chair and a round corner. This house could have been my dreamhouse if I would have ever pictured it. It's kind of a misfit in this neighborhood, but I adored it. Two houses further the party was going on.

I don't know how many guests were invited but it looked like half the population of Portland was here. I locked my bike to a tree and I could finely let go of my dress. Fixing my hair as good as I could I started walking towards the house. This one was more modern. Not really my style, I liked rustic looking buildings, like the one I saw a few minutes ago. Stepping up the few stairs I have to pull my dress up a little so I don't step on the hem. When I come through the door I am met with hundreds of people all dressed accordingly. I start to wonder if my dress was appropriate. No, I said to myself, I adore this dress and it may not be as chic and high class as everyone else is wearing but it's good enough and I shouldn't worry about what other people think!