Flowers and sunsets.

Best friends dates and movies with her

She nods her head slowly, a small smile creeping its way onto her lips.

"Eh, she's... It's a 'she', by the way. I think you know her, actually. It's the girl with the afro hair." I almost jump in the air out of excitement but Catherine's grim expression tells me she fears that exact reaction. I can't help being excited though. Two of my best friends are going on a date?

"Lily is your date! I should've known that you were her mystery girl." I laugh and Cat's cheeks turn rosy. In all the years that I've known the confident and cool girl, I've never seen her blush. I've seen her in both good and bad times, but never ever have I seen her blush. If anything, it makes me more giddy. I definitely ship them.

"Oh, this is grand!" I laugh in disbelief. I should've paid more attention to Lily, maybe then I would've figured it out myself. Catherine looks slightly embarrassed, her small hand pushing my shoulder to get me to stop laughing.

"It's just a date, don't get your hopes up." She shrugs, but I can tell it's more than 'just a date'. She takes a long drag of her cig, probably to mask the smile on her lips.

"I didn't even know you were into girls?" I have to ask. She just shrugs and then in the smallest voice says "it just feels right this time."

"Anyway, in that case... I can already tell you that your date is worrying about what to wear just as much as you are." I tease and she glares at me until she realizes the first part of my sentence.

"Really? She talked about me?" She says, suddenly forgetting my teasing. Her eyes are wide and hopeful.

"Yeah, I saw her before my classes." I shrug, not wanting to betray Lily by saying more. Catherine seems satisfied with my answer though and doesn't question me further on the subject.

Damn, I'll be the next third wheel then between them. I do think they'd be good for each other, despite not ever imagining them to date.

Catherine left earlier to get ready for her date, so I walk back to my dorm on my own. Darly texted me about staying with her boyfriend again and I don't bother to reply. With all the talk about boyfriends, I start to feel lonely. Usually when that happens, I invite Cat over but tonight she's busy.

I scroll through Facebook out of boredom and see Anne in my suggested friends. I send her a friendship request and she accepts it quickly. Should I ask her to hang out? Would it be weird? I mean, last time we were just with the two of us, we kissed in her dorm. Oh god, I need to stop thinking about that. We got along great yesterday though during Creative Writing, and it wasn't at all awkward. Maybe I should just ask her to come watch a movie or something? Nothing wrong with that, right? I should really stop thinking so much.

Instead of spending my night overthinking, I shoot her a quick message asking if she's free tonight.

"Yeah, I am. Why? X" is her reply only minutes after.

"Wanna come over for dinner and/or movie? I'm bored." I explain, preparing myself to make a joke out of it when she rejects me.

"uh sure, I'll be there in ten x" the message says and I'm surprised she agreed. This could be fun. I start cleaning up the dorm a little bit at least, though I could always tell her it's Darly's mess. She doesn't know my roommate is barely here, so it's a legit excuse.

I silently thank Darly for doing groceries. Would be a bit awkward if I had to tell her that I refuse to go grocery shopping for an irrational hate I have towards it? Yeah... I text Darlene to thank her and tell her it's okay that she's staying with her boyfriend again, also telling her to tell him hi.

Ten minutes fly by and before I know it, the doorbell rings...

I open the door to reveal newbie. She's wearing her black skirt again paired with a mint green sweater this time. Her style is simple yet it suits her. She smiles an uncertain smile and I invite her inside.

She walks to the middle of the room and my eyes follow her every move. I can't help but compare my own outfit to hers. With my baggy army pants and black tank top I look more like a homeless person than anything else.

"What do you want to eat?" She questions, her big eyes watching me in wonder.

"I haven't really thought about that yet... Do you have any favourites?" I smile sheepishly and she chuckles. I hope she doesn't think I'm some hopeless college girl that only eats take out, though I kind of am that person... but only half of the time, because I actually enjoy cooking.

"I like anything, really. What do you have?" She giggles, walking over to my kitchen. Well, the few cupboards, stove, fridge and microwave we got here at college. The table and kitchen sink are clean and for a second I pat myself on the back for being a kitchen princess.

Not really, but you get me.

I follow her and open the fridge first, spotting a chicken that Darlene's must've brought.

"Chicken alfredo?" I suggest and she seems surprised that I even know that dish.

"Sure, do you cook often?" She asks subtly. I have to supress the urge to give her a sarcastic answer but she looks so genuine that I backtrack and tell her honestly.

"I love cooking, but college doesn't give me enough time to do so every day." I explain and she nods her head in understanding.

I get out all the ingredients and tools and she gets ready to help me. She looks so focussed and professional, her eyes trained on the vegetables as she cuts them.

We talk about cooking for a bit more, and after that about anything and everything. She's easy to talk to, despite her shyness in the beginning. We don't talk about anything too personal, only getting to know each other.

So far I've learned that she likes cooking as well.  Her roommate doesn't so she's the cook there. She prefers healthy dishes over fast food, and aside from cooking she likes reading and dancing. I try to ask more about the dancing, but she changes to subject and I don't press her. She grew up not too far from here, in a small town with her older sisters, younger brother and her parents. They have two cats; she mentioned that as soon as Picka strolled into the kitchen. To be honest, she spent about half of the time playing with Picka while I cooked. I didn't mind though: Picka loves attention, especially from someone other than me.

"It's ready." I say, putting the dish on the table while newbie put Picka down and gets up to wash her hands.

"It smells delicious" She remarks and send her a grateful smile.

We both sit down, immediately starting to eat. The food is delicious and she moans in delight, blushing after she realizes. I smile at her, glad that I invited her. She's good company and we get along well, despite our differences.

"Can I ask you something?" She says after we've both almost finished our plates. Chicken alfredo really is the best thing.

"Sure." I say before taking a drink from my water. I offered her some wine but she declined when I told her I don't drink. We had a great laugh when she mentioned that she's not too good with alcohol. That's an understatement, really. She's such a lightweight.

"Did something happen between you and Charlie?" She asks hesitantly and I almost choke on my drink.