// amethyst //
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"but how do you let go of the person who felt like home?"
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"I know what you should wear." Val gasps suddenly, making me jump.
she stands up and exits the room to come back a few moments later with a dress held in her hand.
the dress is beautiful. it is a tank dress with see-through straps and polka dots, them the same color as the dress- black. it had a shiny, thin black belt around the waist. the dress is honestly flawless. with it ending at mid thigh and the polka dot straps, it just makes me gape in awe.
but I can't wear it.
"wow, it's- it's beautiful." my voice says at a loss for words.
"well?" she asks me shyly. "you wanna try it?"
"but Val he said something causal. and I don't want to be over dressed when I know he's going to be wearing his usual." I whine, slumping my shoulders with my lower lip pouting.
"okay, good, I was going to save this for a date anyway." she grins before walking back to her room.
"what to wear, what to wear." I say to myself as I fumble from hanger to hanger in my closet. I really wish a fashion fairy godmother could've showed up right then and there because it's my last hope as of now.
"fairy godmother, where are you?" I smile to myself as I find a red, oversize cashmere sweater I must've forgotten about when I went shopping with maisie maybe a month or two ago.
I shrug, "this will do." Val walks back in with a tray of strawberries and grapes in her hands and a glass of water in the other.
"who're ya talking to in here?" she places the tray on my bed and the water on my vanity.
"only my fairy god mother." I joke with her, placing the red sweater next to the tray of fruit.
"this is what she picked out?" she asks me, stroking a hand over it. "well she picked well, since it does happen to get cold at night here."
"she never does wrong." I smile, looking through my drawer full of pants to find a ripped pair of black jeans. no, they weren't purposely ripped like all of those wannabe's these days, they were actually ripped from almost getting caught by my parents a while back. as I said, almost getting caught.
"I think I'll wear these." I toss them on top of the sweater, popping a grape in my mouth in the process.
"okay," she says as she eyes my outfit, up and down, down then up, then up and down again. "I think I know the perfect shoes. this time, they're casual."
she walks quickly off into the other room, well I think to her bedroom, when I feel a buzz from my vanity counter.
Michael
iMessage
I quickly type in my password to read his message with my cheeks heating up.
from Michael:
four hours left :-)
to Michael:
you've been counting? weirdo
from Michael:
no I just realized it
to Michael:
okay whatever idiot
from Michael:
well you're the loser
to Michael:
well I'm leaving bye ;)
from Michael:
woah is that your new thing now
to Michael:
um no bye
from Michael:
WAIT AMES
to Michael:
WHAG
