Short stories

Love's a Race

((this is based on a dream i had on July 5 and per usual the main idea is true but i added fluff to make it more attention grabbing. Also, i want to wish __lauuren__ a happy birthady. even if it is late-ish))

I was standing in my kitchen making a salad when my best friend busted through the front door, causing it to slam into the wall behind.

"Jackie! Have I found the perfect man for you!" she yelled throughout the whole house.

I chuckled and called her into the kitchen. "So, tell me Lauren, who is this 'perfect man' that you've found for me?"

Plopping herself in a chair she began, "His name's Rocky and he goes to my church and he's your type."

I popped a carrot in my mouth and turned to face her, "How do you know he's my type?"

Her face morphed into a sly grin that kind of freaked me out. "He's tall, dark, and handsome. And jet black hair that has a natural curl, he's very outgoing, plus he's very sweet."

"Okay, so he is my type but what makes you think he'd even go for me?" I asked while pouring ranch dressing over my salad. "I mean let's be real here, I'm not the skinny and pretty girl that all the guys want."

"Yeah, but you're trying to lose weight," she gestured to my salad, "and he's said that he's looking for a girlfriend AND that he likes a curvy woman."

"I don't know, Lauren." I was very hesitant toward this proposition. What if he takes one look at me and he's disgusted by me? I don't have a whole lot of self-confidence and that which I have, I'd like to keep. But on the other hand, what if this goes somewhere? What if he is the one? If I let him go than I may never find the love and happiness that I want and that I need.

"Pleeeeeeeeease, Jackie? Trust me on this one!" Lauren pleaded. I sighed and nodded my head. Lauren clapped excitedly and told me to get ready.

"What?" I asked with a mouthful of salad.

She frowned deeply at me, "First, don't talk with your mouth full," I rolled my eyes and she continued, "second, there's a church event tonight and I'm going to text him and ask him if he's coming."

I snorted at her last comment, "And by 'asking' you mean 'demand' that he comes."

She laughed and took a crouton off my salad, "You know me too well, Jack."

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After an hour of going through my closet, she finally told me to wear whatever I want. I shook my head and reached for my favorite pair of American Eagle jean shorts. They made my butt look really good, so good that on a scale of Taylor Swift to Beyoncé I was a solid 9 in these shorts. Lauren squealed that she had the perfect top and tossed me one of my favorite sweatshirts. It was red and white stripped and had a picture of Where's Waldo on the front with the words "Good men are hard to find." I slipped it on over my black kami and reached for my black Converse. Once I had them on Lauren did simple and natural makeup and I threw my waist-length blonde hair into a messy bun. "Alright, I'm ready! Let's go," I said. I wrote a quick note to my parents telling them where I was and that I would be staying the night at Lauren's house.

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It didn't take long to get to Lauren's church and when we got there the pastor was the only person there. We offered to help him set up everything and he gladly accepted our help. We were going to be watching a movie that I loved, Les Miserable. The pastor told me to get the projector hooked up while him and Lauren worked at putting up the screen. I scurried over to the projector cart and tried to figure it out. I was so engulfed in the projector that I failed to notice when someone else came in. I was bent over the cart trying to find the right cords, untangle the cords, and find out where the cords plugged in at. I faintly heard Lauren telling someone to go over and help me, Thank the Lord! I have no clue what I'm doing right now.