FLIPSIDE: A series of AD | MD one-shots

First Date

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Wrote this in the middle of the fuss that was last Sunday night in the fandom. :) Let me know what you think! skienat_pex on Twitter :)

It's a quarter to three and a melodic, EDM tune is blasting within the four corners of her room. She's rummaging under her blankets and pillows, flipping everything upside down so she can shut the alarm. If her sister were there in that exact moment, she would've thrown even their dresser and bed at her because of all the ruckus.

She sits up her bed, leans against the headboard and tries to sit still, remembering the last time she had it in her hands.

5 AM, one last 'good morning/night' text, heart emoji at the end of the message.

She turns to her head to the left and finds the culprit of the noise in the middle of this fine Sunday afternoon lying peacefully on her bedside table.

Oh right, I didn't fall asleep while texting, she thinks to herself as she turns on her data and checks Viber. There were messages from a familiar face, greeting her a good morning at the ungodly hour of 8, a selfie in the car on the way to work, and a few lines projecting happiness and gratitude, and a little nervousness a few minutes before he was to go on air.

She scrolls up a few messages from the night before, making sure that what they talked about was not part of the myriad of dreams her head was brewing a few hours ago.

See you later, he said. Pick you up at 6. Yes, in Bulacan, where else would you be? She read these words over and over again, calculating the number of hours left for her to get ready. It took her forever to get ready, especially on days when she'd rather be caught binge watching rom-com movies in her bed, her hair up in a messy bun, still wearing pajamas that haven't been washed.

She jumped out of bed and rushed to the bathroom, grabbing her towel hanging by her closet door and the portable speakers that one of her fans gave as a present last Christmas. Before stepping in the shower, she plugged her phone and logged in 8tracks and clicked on her new favorite playlist, the one where she used one of their more recent photos, her new favorite.

Coco Lee's voice is echoing within her bathroom, as she carefully and rigorously washes her hair, saying a silent request that every strand behave and not look like a mess tonight. She pours a generous amount of the body wash her mother gave her from Paris, which she only uses on special occasions like tonight and starts scrubbing, making sure to cover every inch of her body, leaving no part unscathed and with impurities.

She finished in a record time of 30 minutes and runs back to her closet. She stands in front of her array of clothing options, one hand on her waist and the other just below her chin.

A dress is the safest option, although what kind and cut is another dilemma altogether. She tried to recall if he said anything about where they were going, but all she could remember was the word 'surprise'. A long dress in a not-so-formal place may have people staring at her, thinking she's overdressed. Too casual in an upscale restaurant, and they'd think she didn't even try.

The right pair of shoes was a different story too: should she go for her typical look of pairing a flowy dress with white sneakers or surprise him with something different – kitten heeled-sandals, wedges, sultry black pumps perhaps?

She finally pulls out a blue floral dress with spaghetti straps that show off her amazing shoulders. She's been noticing him taking quick glances at that part of her body: whenever she ties her hair up in the middle of rehearsals or a part of her baggy shirts begins sliding off her arm.