Maisie is a 22 year old university student who is set in her ways. Drink, Party, Sleep and repeat. She can't help it its just her facade - her wall that needs breaking down to see the real Maisie Samson. She is a dancer, gym user, runner and singer...
"Um, hi Dan, I was just calling to ask how to dress for tomorrow? You know the date..." God I was so awkward at this. How cringe worthy.
"However you want, but preferably warmer than normal."
"Soo about where we are going. Where?"
"Nope sorry Mai I can't tell you"
"But whyyy" I whine
"Because it's a secret, you'll find out soon."
I mumble a fine and we say our farewells before we hang up and I phone my fashion guru.
Phoebe.
After a good 20 minutes of hearing Phoebe's chants of excitement and speech of how I should dress and look like etc... she finally leaves me to get some rest, thank god.
To sum it all up; she will be here at mine by 10 at the very latest to basically choose my outfit, and do my hair/makeup.
I take a quick shower before heading to bed to of course get my beauty sleep.
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I hear the doorbell of my apartment buzz and I scurry to the phone directly next to my door knowing it was Phoebe I let her in and went back to my sofa.
"Hello bitch!" I hear a familiar girly voice shout and sure enough a bundle which feels like a human is lying on top of me.
"Eeugh Phoebe get off! You big oaf!" I huff trying to squirm my way out of under her.
"Okay, okay! I'm off! Now get your lazy ass up so we can get you ready for your smoking hot date" she squeals which is replaced with a eye roll by me.
I head off to take a shower and once I'm back I see Phoebs rummaging through my wardrobe with clothes sprawled out everywhere - on my bed; my chair and my floor.
I groan, "What've you done?! You do know you'll have to clear this up"
"Of course i will, but I'm more worried about your fashion statements right now" she pulls out some sweat pants and pulls a face "come on Maisie! What is this?"
"They're called sweat pants, honestly you should try wearing them instead of your mini skirts all the time. They're called comfort clothes dumbass"
She ignores my comment and goes back to choosing my outfit, so I jump face first on my bed burying my face in the linen.
After a couple of minutes I hear a pleasant sigh of relief and something land on my back. Groaning, I roll off the bed in a very 'lady-like' manner and stand up, "what?" I say to Phoebe.
"Your outfit is on the bed, I'll go make breakfast. I'll be back in 15 minutes tops so chop chop!" She makes waving motions with her arms to get me to move and get ready.
I take a look at the clothes and I'm pretty happy with it - not to dressy, or casual. He said to dress warmer so I'm glad Phoebs didn't pick a dress or skirt.
Instead I have my extremely tight black jeggings that if I am honest make my booty pop, a grey tie up top that has a peak of cleavage, without looking like a hooker and a cropped leather jacket. This is all paired with all white converse and I'm pleased with my outfit.
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Just as Phoebe said she's back in after 10 minutes, nagging me about how we only have 1 hour to get my hair and makeup perfect, whilst I'm stuffing my face with the bagel she had made me. Thank god for food.
After several agonising minutes of Phoebe umming and awwing over my hair style and makeup she decided to do a low messy pony tail with a Dutch braid through it. She pulls out a few strands curling them into waves and finishes it off with hair spray. My makeup is simple with the base and my signature cat eye along with a simple matte pink lip with mascara.
Looking at myself in the mirror I have a grin plastered across my face, I turn around and hug my friend thanking her over and over again for the miracle she's pulled.
"No need to thank me, but seriously get the fuck off of me I don't want marks on this sweater, thanks."
I laugh whilst tying my shoes and grab my bag before walking to the front door. I check the time, 12:14, he'd be here any minute now.
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I laugh at Dan's comment, we were currently debating whether peanut butter jelly sandwiches were gods spawn, or the make of the devil. It's an elaborate metaphor but this subject I would argue all day for. I of course loved it. However the same couldn't be said for Dan, he loathed the shït. But I just couldn't see how anyone could hate such a thing!
Before the disagreement could bubble up anymore, we pull up to a random field: trees were nowhere to be seen with green stretching far beyond the eye can see.
"Well this isn't what I was expecting Daniel. I took you for the 'expensive restaurant' to only buy me a dish of olives because the rest was over your budget, type of guy" I put my hand on my hip before pointing to our surroundings, "but this... you've outdone yourself here"
"Just be quiet and follow me. I swear, if I hear your voice and it isn't a thank you or full of surprise one more time I will shoot myself!"
Exasperated, he takes my hand and walks in a random direction, but I couldn't resist, "do you know where we're going?"
I hear him huff and I wanted to laugh at his expression, but didn't want to annoy him to much seeing as we were meant to be on a date. Following him along the dirt path I thank Phoebe for her choice of wardrobe.
"Here we are!" Dan speaks up stopping in the middle of his tracks. My forehead makes contact with his back and it takes me a lot not to say something.
"And where is that?" So far all I can see is a couple of men standing next to a weird looking basket that was massive in size, "Dan... what is this?"
"Maisie, today we are going in a hot air balloon! Surprise!" He jumps up sending me a look with the cheesiest grin he could muster.
Well fück.
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Hello, finally I've updated chapter 12!
I haven't updated anything since 25th December and now it's March! Obviously it's taken me a lot more time than I thought it would, but I'm still here and very much so still updating slowly but surely!
