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Have I packed everything?
Am I ready to go to Kirstin, tell her about my new possible friend and then to go to Starbucks?
I grabbed the bag with all the stuff I wanted to bring to my best friend, put my phone in the pocket of my trousers and left the flat.
I almost ran all the way to Kirstin's home clueless why I had so much energy and why I was that happy.

Groaning and sweating I arrived at the high house. I pressed the 4th storey and the elevator slowly started to move upwards.
It stopped, the door opened and I left the elevator walking down the hallway 'til I arrived at Kirstin's door.
The door rang and I waited.
It didn't take long and I heard quick little steps.
The door opened.
"Hey Mitchy, come in!", she winked at me and smiled.
I immediately went into the big flat.
It really was big. Modern with white and wooden furniture. I liked it a lot.
"Sit here", she patted the place next to her on the couch and I sat down, "now tell me and don't keep me on tenterhooks!", she laughed at me and really seemed to be excited and interested. She even clapped her hands.
"Ok, listen to me!", I sat nearer to her looking her straight into the eyes, "I met a guy. On Tinder-"
"Wait, you use Tinder?", she interrupted me.
I quickly nodded and continued talking: "we chatted and I like... really like him. He's so nice and caring and such a gentleman"
"Omg, that's great news! Do you like him a lot?", she smirked at me, "maybe he's your future husband"
"No no no, he sure is just a good friend and I like talking to him", I blushed.
"Oooooooooh, are you sure about that?", she laughed, "Do you have a picture of him?"
"Yes of course!", I grabbed my phone, unlocked it and went to my gallery to show her one of the pictures.
Her face froze and her mimic immediately changed.
"What's wrong?", I asked worriedly.
"Uhm, Mitch,... I know this man"
"You do? That's cool tell me about him!"
"But it's nothing good! He- he visited the same highschool as I did and .. well he's, he's kind of a fuckboy! He really is! Every week he had an other girl- or boyfriend if you can call it that! I'm so sorry to tell you this, Mitch! I'm sorry if I ruined everything I just wanted to warn you!"
Did she really say that?
Scott, a fuckboy?
The nice man who cared about my feelings?
There's no way.
"No, I don't believe you! He seemed so nice! And I mean we already have a da- meeting today at 4pm"
"What?! Why didn't you tell me that from the beginnig!"
"I-I don't know! But I really have to dress up now! I brought a ton of stuff with me. Please help me decide what to wear!"
I didn't want to believe Kirstin's words.
I'll go and meet him.

Carrying the bag of clothes I disappeared behind the door and took a colorful T-shirt and black skinny jeans out.
At least I knew that I would wear the jeans.
Only the top was the problem.
I stepped around the corner and turned around in a circle to present my outfit to my best friend.
"Oh my god, no! Please, Mitch, I thought you were a model and knew what to wear?", she said literally shocked.
I frowned: "Argh, shut up! I'll try something else on, ok?"
Again I went to dress up in an other outfit.
This time a black one with a small breast pocket.
And again I sprang into the living room to walk straight towards Kirstie with a vouge face.
"Uuuuh, don't give me that look! By itself it looks good but don't you think it could get pretty hot?"
"I always walk around with black clothes!"
"Yes, of course! But are you sure about that? Scott is really hot!", she winked at me.
I blushed again.
Why did I blush the whole time when she talked about him?
I waved it off and went back to my clothes to try the last T-shirt on.
A white one with a black print on it and at the collar and at the hem of it there were small and big holes.
It's one of my favourites.

"What about this?", meanwhile I was really irritated.
"Wow, that looks good! I think it's appropriate!"
"Ok, great! Thank you, Kirst!", I smiled at her and hugged her, "I'll go to the bathroom and refresh this face!", I framed my face with my hands and walked away.

After a few hand grips I looked perfect!
Yet I was really nervous and excited.

"Kirstie, am I ready?", I asked.
"Yes, you look flawless!", she clapped with her hands, "But isn't it strange that you buckeled down so much for a 'friend' ?"
Leave me alone, Kirstie.
"It is?! And now I have to go! Wish me luck!", I hugged her one last time and then left the flat.