That Boy In My Art Class

A Date?

I walked slowly out of my emotionally mortifying art class, keeping my eyes glued to the floor. All of a sudden I hear a screech of "EEEEMMMMBBBEEEERRRR" and prepare myself for the tiny hobbit that is Florence to launch them self onto my back. 3...2...1... and caught.
"Hey Flo, what's got you in such a good mood today?" I ask, trying not to show slight pain where she is gripping my shoulder. She jumps down off my back then starts dancing around excitedly exclaiming "nothing much, nothing much" then giggling uncontrollably. Clearly, that 'nothing' is very important.

She refuses to tell me why she is so excited until we get to the dinner hall and sit down with our lunch. I begin to space out and think about that art lesson, a subconscious smile pulling at the corners of my lips.
"Ember, hey! Ember!" I am pulled out of my daydream by Florence waving her hands in front of my face.
"Sorry I must have spaced out a bit there" I replied, slightly sad to have had my daydream broken. "Anyways, tell me what you are so excited about girl!"
"Okay okay so, so, so uh...
IVEGOTADATTHISSATURDAYANDIMSOEXCITED" she explained, words tumbling out of her mouth like it's the last line she will ever speak.
I laugh as I see a blush make it's way across her face, and her try desperately to stop it.
"So...who is it then....?"
"Well Em.., that's for me to know... and for YOU to find out"
I let out an exasperated sigh, she's never going to tell me, at least not until she's had the date and it's 'serious'. Florence has always been one of those people who are pretty but they just don't see it, until someone else points it out for her. Or if a guy says it about her... then she will listen. Shes quite a short girl with mousy brown hair and very petite features. She wears very little makeup, only a little mascara, but she can do it if she really tries. She doesn't get many dates, so when she does her little face lights up like someone has told her it's Christmas.

*flashback*
It was the first day of secondary school. I was in a form called Birch, like the tree. I didn't know anyone from my old school, I was kind of entirely on my own, until a girl with brown hair, bright eyes, swishy pigtails and waaaay too much energy bounds over to me. "Hey, I'm Florence... I kind of don't know anyone and you look like you don't either, wanna be friends?" She asked, quite timidly compared to her recent demeanour. I smiled softly and agreed, and we've been friends ever since. We've always been the outcasts, the ones that are 'a bit weird' or 'not quite right', but we've always had each other.

*back to the present*
"So anyways, yeah that's how I got my date but I don't know what to wear or what to say or anything, I haven't had a date in a whole YEAR Ember!"
"It's okay" I reassure her "just be yourself, that's the type of person he obviously likes, so why pretend to be someone you're not? And also, I'll help you pick an outfit"
"Really?!" She looks up at me, her eyes bright with excitement
"Of course Flo, you're my best friend, now let's go after school to find you something to wear, deal?"
"Deal" she replies, just as the bell rings to signal the end of lunch
"I'll meet you by the main entrance after school" I shout back to her as I make my way to chemistry.

I wonder who the date is...?

I'll find out.

Chapter 3! This is a bit of a filler chapter really, just explaining Florence, but she's a significant character in this so it was worth it. Comments and support are always helpful!- xoxoR