Is This True?

Chapter 24

I couldn't breathe.

One greatest advice that I would give my friends was to never ever forget to breathe.
I mean, we breathe without even thinking and if we ever stopped, I do wonder if we would feel the tension from the lack of oxygen to our lungs. It makes us self-conscious to think about it, but what was I saying? How could they forget to breathe?

It was a part of life.

But if it was so, then how come I had such a hard time doing it? Oh, yes. That's right. There was a reason for it, just like there's a reason for everything. In such cases, perhaps the reason by being asked to a formal "date" would be the reason, don't you think?

I wasn't so sure.

I didn't even tell my friends about what had happened. All I did was wake up from my restless night of sleep to stare into tranquility of the emptiness of the closet mixed with my clothes, Jordan's, and Chelsea's. I had thought about wearing something of hers, but then again, she was smaller than I was.

That wouldn't work.

I just would have to improvise. I didn't even understand why I was in such a rampant to find something to wear anyway. Scott just asked if he could come over to make dinner tonight to make amends of our argument three days ago.

Nothing more, nothing less.

Yes, but that doesn't help since he was the first guy ever to ask to make me something or ask to come over. I wonder why he wouldn't want me over at his parent's house. I'd love to meet them, but maybe they were sick or something.

Possibly.

But after long minutes of pacing back and forth the walk-in-closet doorway, I finally decided on my outfit. Not that it mattered really. As my mom always told me, "Always be yourself."

I eventually set my outfit on the bed which consisted of a beige dress that came midway to my thigh and a darker brown belt that wrapped around the waist, a pair of black leggings, and a pair of brown boots which reached up to the top of my knee. After I showered this morning, I had put my hair into a braid so it was somewhat wavier than usual--not that I minded.

Scott said he'd be over around 4:30 or 5--which was quite vague--so I kept my eye on the clock. It didn't seem to go by any faster when I did, but if I didn't, it felt like he would pop in at any moment's notice. To keep myself occupied for the time being, I did some cleaning around the house. The house though was already clean mainly because Jordan and Chelsea just bought it a few weeks ago.
Even so, I'm sure it wouldn't take too long for the pair or should I say, Chelsea, to make some small messes.

While I was cleaning off the kitchen counter, my phone dinged several times either indicating I had missed a text or a call; but I was so busy dusting and vacuuming the floor next I completely forgot.

Four o'clock finally rolled around and before I knew it, I was already exhausted and ready for a nap. Plopping on the couch, I subconsciously smelled myself and worried if my scent was more like vacuum dust mixed with lemon Lysol wipes instead of the usual vanilla; but I shrugged it off.

It didn't matter.

Ding!

Oh, my phone!

Just as I thought; they were all texts, but they were from Maggie. It must have been urgent, but why didn't she call me instead? Not that I would have answered anyway since I didn't even hear the first set of texts.

Maggie: Hey!
sent 3:33

Maggie: I have some great news!
sent 3:54