Chapter 11- A... Date?
Ria POV*
I was currently freaking out. I have a date with Nate. Wow. How the **** did this happen? it's totally out of the blue. And today. God, I'm so screwed. I need Emily. She'd know what to do, that's it! I'll call her now.
Ring. Ring.
"Hello?"
"Emily! I need help! Pleeeease??"
"Wait. Up. What do you want?" her voice turned impatient, annoyed.
"I...I have a date..." I said, hesitant, uncertainty coloring my voice.
"Oh. My. God! I'm so coming over. Casual or formal?" Exited now, I heard her rustling around, probably getting an overnight bag to stuff a million items of clothing in.
"Um.... Casual, I think."
"Good, Great. I have this dress that I bought yesterday. It'd look stunning on your figure, I know it!" She exclaims happily. I' d really hate to burst her bubble, but I don't think I'd be able to fit in to her clothing very well. Emily is... bigger than I am, by a lot. For example: I'm an average size 8 and she's an average 10. Needless to say, I was skeptical.
Oh, I don't want you to get the wrong idea, Emily is slim and all, it's just that she has strategically placed curves, where as I am straight. Well, regardless, I think she's here! I... might be a bit exited. Cue the sheepish look.
The doorbell rang.
"I'm coming!" I shouted at her. In response, the doorbell rang twice quickly. Her muffled voice came through.
"Hurry up!" whining she leaned on the door. I know this because her shadow came through the curtains.
Opening the door, she nearly jumped at me.
"Ooh! I'm so exited!" she strolled through the house to my bedroom and I followed meekly behind. I was a bit frightened, to tell you honestly, Emily wasn't exactly known for dressing with reserve.
Resigned, I sat on the bed.
"Hit me." I said, opening my arms to say, 'I'll take it.'
Squealing, she emptied her duffel bag onto my bed. Out tumbled about 7 books and a blue dress. A... pretty blue dress. It was sleeved to the elbows; thankfully, my dad would not let me out of the house otherwise. Even now, this dress was pushing it, it had a sheer overtop with a circle circles for design, coming up in a circle cut, which melted into a sweetheart cut blue flowy material; it was beautiful.
I was grateful. But then Emily had to open her mouth.
"Make up time!" she said, joy evident in her voice.
"No." I said, it coming out high-pitched and awkward.
"But you haaaave toooo." She whined. "You have to impress your John Smith, Baby." She said in a faux-sexy voice.
"Nooooo." I nearly screamed. "I. Do. Not. Like. Nate." I said, forcefully now. She scoffed.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Go try it on!" I sighed in defeat and put it on. It flowed to my knee's and I knew exactly what shoes to wear with it. They were heels, unfortunately, but worth it. They had a black sole, with a synthetic blue satin, to come together with some synthetic black satin as a bow on the heel. My outfit matched; at least I hope so.
Stepping out, Emily sprung from her perch from the bed. Talking way too fast, she began to make adjustments to the dress.
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