The Bucket List [#Wattys2018]

Chapter Fourteen: Fashion Passion

"Don't call it a dream, call it a plan."
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I was in the middle of my run, when Amy called me.

"Come on we're getting you a new wardrobe." She told me. "What's wrong with my clothes now?" I asked. I had absolutely no problem with the way I dressed.

Amy wrinkled her nose. "All you wear is business clothes, for example, pencil skirts, and collared shirts. And when you run, it's athletic shorts and a t-shirt. Amanda, you're not in gym class anymore."

I chuckle at her remark, I guess it's true. Maybe it was time for a new wardrobe change.

I look at what Amy was wearing, she was always fashionable. She was wearing a light blue sundress with pink flowers all over it. It really brought out her blue eyes. And she chose to let her blonde hair flow down her back, with a tan sunhat that had a light blue ribbon.

Simple yet perfect.

"Here" she says handing me a list and her phone. "What's this?" I ask. On the list, it reads,

•grunge style
•athletic style
•leggings and scarves
•vintage

"Look those up on my Pinterest and tell me what you like best." Amy replies.

I scroll through grunge style pins. Cute, but I'm too old for ripped jeans, beanies, and flannels wrapped around my waist. Now if Amy showed me this in High school, I would've gone for this.

Next I look up athletic style. I'm not too old for this. Cute sport jackets, tank tops with weight and running jokes on them, leggings with cute patterns that cut off a little after the knees.

I love it.

Now where was this when I ran track and cross country?

I don't even need to look up the others.

"Amy, I like the athletic outfits." Amy smiles. "I knew it."

Of course she knew it.

She knew me better than I knew myself.
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The rest of the day was spent with bags of clothes, enough that could last me years.

Amy dropped me off at my apartment and after I dropped off my bags, I decided to put on my new purplish pinkish knee cut leggings, with a black tank top that said in magenta lettering, "I run better than the government."

I pull my long brown hair into a high ponytail and head off outside.

I'm doing great, running to the fast pace I set for myself.

I was listening to Frank Sinatra's 'Fly me to the moon' song.

And then I saw him.

Paul.

"Do you think I even care!!!?" Paul screamed at me, walking away, his face was red with fury. "Paul! Wait!" I run to catch up and grab his shoulder which he pulls back. "Paul..please?" I beg, tears are streaming down my face. "I'm sorry." Paul stops walking. "Are you really sorry?" I nod my head yes to what feels like a million times. Paul's face returns to its palish hue. And he takes my hand in his. And it's like nothing happened at all.....but it did.

He's wearing a suit, his blondish brownish hair is slicked back, a coffee cup in his hand, he must me going to work. He can't see me. I don't know where to go. Do I keep running or slow down?

He looks over at me.

Eye contact.

Ice blue eyes.

Crap.