Until We Meet Again

Chapter 1 - First Week Of Summer

My life is officially at its peak! As calculated, having waited my entire 17 years of living on this planet in dedication for this very break, these weeks should be the highlight of my past present and future. Summer holidays are fully underway, my 18th birthday is merely a month away EEK and to surpass it all, Summer formal is in 9 days, 7 hours, precisely (not that I am counting). Summer Formal is my trusty and never-failing social event of the entire year, which could perhaps be somewhat to do with my undying love of summer itself: hot weather, my birthday and 6 weeks off to have the best time with my best friend Naomi. Naomi and I go years back, nearly 18 years in fact. Our mums have been friends since forever too, therefore I've been fundamentally nurtured hand in hand with Nai. She has platinum blonde locks and those innocent seeping sea-blue eyes, the phenomenon package! Naomi lives with her mum Kendra, father Geoff and little brother Archie. Their house is parked virtually parallel to ours too, which makes out visits an abnormally regular situation (to say the least that is)!

Succeeding formal, we intend to make a start on the-ultimate-18th-birthday-party-prep! Naomi turned 18 a few months back, so it makes my wait even more unbearably impatient. Not to mention her party being THE best, still talked about to this day and therefore almost impossible to exceed (making my job a spawn of Satan)! Be that as it may, I have solemnly swore that for the next 9 days I am solely dedicating myself to formal, and that alone. Any party-related troubles are free to emerge after.

"Candice, sweetie." My mum shouts from above my 'basement abode'.

"Naomi is here, with the dresses!" She continues, enlivened. Its always just been me and mum, ever since I can remember. Dad, well he's out of the picture, I don't tend to talk much about him, since he walked out on us when I was way too young to even comprehend. Yet, I love things the way they are, and I couldn't envision a world with anything extra. Mums a wedding photographer, I love seeing her work and on the rare occasion helping her out on a job. She has a exclusively wide collection of cameras and photographic equipment that I wouldn't even attempt to describe, and our house is fitted with the biggest dark room you could possibly conceptualize, mum never leaves it!

"DRESSES! OH MY GODDD", I squeal back at mum, whilst running up the stairs, two at a time. It must be our gowns for Summer Formal. I get to the door and immediately dive on Naomi, we both yell in elation. Mum carries our dresses to my room and hangs them on my door, before heading back upstairs and again to the dark room.

"Have you looked yet?" I ask Naomi.

"How could I look without you Cand! After three we'll look, okay?" Naomi says.

"Yeah, 1, 2, 3!" After three I open up the gold cover that conceals my formal dress, as I cautiously pull down the zip. I am greeted with instant pops of pastel pink and diamantes, that are glistening in the reflection of the burning sun, as delicate as the fabric it lies upon, peaking in through the glaze glass window and hitting each intricate seem. I fall in love with this dress all over again and re-assured with the same powering feeling I'd forgotten, from just three weeks ago when first choosing the design. It is fitted tightly to the waist, before oozing into a delicate flow, just about where my hips congest. Me and Naomi chose them together, she said the shade would go admiringly with my brunette hair, similarly coloured eyes and tanned skin. Nai couldn't of been more conclusive, nor right than that she is, before even putting the dress on again, I know it couldn't possibly underperform.

"I love mine!" Naomi begins, interrupting my daydream.

"Let me see." I urge, as eager as though I have never laid eyes upon Nai's gown, despite choosing the dress with her. I walk around, to take a look at her gown. Naomi's dress is fitted to the knee and from there on, layers of decorative net and countless other fabrics intertwine together, forming such a disorderly, desirability. Yet, the elaborate concept, coloured with hints of royal purple and blues, commend each other so credibly, that the complexity is just a form of upmost beauty. The look could not scream Naomi anymore!

"It's such a beautiful dress, so very YOU! Your going to look amazing Nai!" I say, genuine. She then takes a further look at my dress and her love matches the adoration I feel.

"Should we try them on?" I say.

"Of course, come on!" Naomi replies ecstatically.

We try on our dresses and couldn't be any happier, I shout down my mum and she admires us too, complementing both dresses. It's at just his moment, I feel that warm, fuzzy feeling in my heart, like when a bride finds the perfect dress, for me, there is nothing I crave higher in life than to find love. I want to get married and have the perfect day with the perfect dress and it may sound silly, but for me, this is as close as I have ever been to that feeling I so longingly desire.

We take them off, even though we both want to live in them forever and then Naomi heads home. Once she's gone, I notice Its getting late it is about 11pm so I head to bed, probably more enthused about a summer holidays than the average teen, but that is just me.