What If? {A jiley fanfiction}

What If The Date Is Crashed?

Riley POV;
I wake up, checking my phone and expecting some sort of text from James.  Or a snapchat, or just anything.  But as I thought, nothing.  I open Snapchat to see that he does have something on his story,  but all it says is : 

Lazy Days after Rough Night.

So I put my phone down and decide to put James aside, as today, I have my date with Max.  Well, is it a date?  Probably.  He started the text with Hey Gorgeous, so I don't have my doubts.

I sigh happily and just droop down on my bed, staring at the ceiling.  I suddenly remember that I also need to prepare a solo for Carmichael's!  I think, that everything is going to be just fine without James.  Just fine. 

I pick my phone back up, sitting up and begin to text Max:

To: Max

Hey!
Can't wait for tonight!
See you at 7!
Riles xoxo

And... send.  I close messages, to check the time.  10:14am.  First, I'll have some breakfast, and then I'll choose an outfit. 

After running down the stairs, I pour myself some Rice Crispies and down them by 10:19.  Great.  Now I need to choose an outfit. 

I've almost turned my whole wardrobe upside down before I slump down on my bed, realising I have nothing nice to wear.  I wonder, putting my mouth to one side of my face and crossing my arms, whether I could pull off one of my mum's dresses.  No.  They'd be too big, with my short figure. 

It's now 11:06, and I've done nothing else.  Until I see something in the back of my wardrobe, which I've only ever worn once. 

I wore it when I- when I kissed James in the hospital. I mean, it's not much, it's a simple dress, and I could wear it with some flats and a belt...?

But in the hospital... I had feelings for him. And I never wanted to remind my self of it, ever since what happened with Leah. So I stuffed it in the back of my wardrobe.

But tonight, with Max, I'm going to wear it. With a new start.

I crouch down and pull it out. It's creased, but I can iron it. It has cute flowers on it, and a nice cream background, and I'm quite in love with it. Just like I could've been with James.

James POV:
I turn the TV off, remembering what happened last night. Hearing Riley screaming that she doesn't love me, and choking on my own tears as I walked home under the stars. I need a break from this.

I look over at the chest of drawers, looking at all the papers and flyers on it. I walk over, and fiddle through them, until I reveal a coupon for my favourite coffee lounge. 40% off any drink. I'll take that offer, thank you very much.

Following the number on the flyer, I call up the lounge, and on the other end is the sound of a young man.

"Hello you're calling Mandies Coffee Lounge and Bar, how may I help you there?" He starts.

"Can I get a table or something? It's just me." I say, and its feels worse than it was to say.

"Of course sir, we have a table at 6:45."

"Anything earlier?"

"No, sorry sir."

"Okay, I'll take it. It's under Tordjman. Thanks, bye."

And I hang up as soon as I can. Sitting alone in a bar in the evening? It doesn't get much rougher.

Riley POV:
It's 6:35, and I look at myself in the mirror, checking I look okay. But when I look, it's almost as if I can feel James by my side. I feel safe with him. But I haven't seen Max for years.