The Joys And Pains Of Writing Fanfiction

Chapter 11 - trying to fit a square peg in a round hole

How do you prepare yourself to go to your biggest crushes' house, to hang out with his beyond beautiful family for the day?  

I didn't have a clue.

I jump in the shower to take care of the necessaries. Using the soap Becca got me last year for my birthday. That smells like heaven and honey mixed together, I lather and rinse.
After my shower, wrapped in a fluffy purple towel still dripping wet, I stand in front of my closet trying to decide what to wear.  

What should I wear?? 

God! This is horrible. How do girls do this? I grab my phone off the desk and text Becca.

Wardrobe crisis! Help PLEASE!!!!!

I set my phone down and wait for her to answer.

I should just wear shorts and a tank top. Comfortable is the way to go. It's bad enough I'm nervous, why be nervous and uncomfortable too?

Walking to my dresser, I pull out a pair of cut off shorts. Slipping them on, I sigh. This will work. Now which top should I wear?

I own fifty black tank tops and twenty-five solid colors. I'm a very simple person. Today, none of those will do.

I need something sexy but comfortable. Ugh!

Why hasn't Becca texted me back yet? I grab my phone and text her again.

I'm dressing myself to go to Riker's house.

I set it back down and it starts to ring.

"Hello?"

"You're going to the Lynch's house?" Becca demands.

"Yes. He texted me last night and asked me to come over for dinner."

"Okay, I'll be over in two hours and we'll go through your stuff," Becca decides.

"Negative. He's coming to get me at noon."

"Twelve o'clock?"

"That's usually what noon means."

"Why so early?"

"He wants to hang out, swim, maybe watch a movie." I quote him in the most masculine voice I can muster.

"Aw! That's so cute!" She gushes. "But don't ever use that voice again!"

"Not cool?"

"No."

"Bec, I'm seriously freaking out!"

"I know you are, Evie. Let me think," she pauses. I picture her tapping her fingers on the table while she thinks. "The outfit you wear doesn't really matter, because you'll change into your suit once you get there. Which bathing suit are you going to wear?"
Bathing suit? I didn't even think about that!
I usually wear a tankini. Becca hates it. She says its for old people. I have two one pieces and a simple regular black bikini.

"Evie, are you still with me?"

"Yes. I want to wear my tank..."

"No." She cuts me off. "I'll bring over my paisley pattern one. You tried it on, right?"

"I don't know... It's really tiny."

"Exactly."

"I'll just wear my black one."

"Blah!"

I roll my eyes.

"Evie...."

"Becca, I can't do this!" I flop back on my bed and exhale. "I barely slept last night. Every single scenario that could happen has gone through my head. I have to remember to breath, and try not to freak out. If I wear my suit, at least I'll be comfortable."