One Day || book two.

16 ~ Road trip (ft. entire iTunes playlist)

Dedicated to Stef because she was bored and I was being too lazy to update.

Chapter 16.

Sarah’s POV

“Back in high school we used to take it slow. Red lipstick on and high heel stilettos. Had a job downtown working the servo. Had me waiting in line couldn't even let go.” I sang while buttering my toast.

“You can sing as much as you want, but some of us are trying to sleep.” Cassie grumbled, taking the first piece of toast from my place and seating herself at the bench. Flicking through the newspaper I’d picked up this morning, she looked over at me puzzled. “What? Cat got your tongue?”

I looked at her smugly. “We’re going shopping.” Was all I said, and her face dropped. “If you don’t remember, we discussed this yesterday.”

She nodded. “I know, I know, that doesn’t mean that you had to tell me again. Shopping itself is bad enough as it is, but I have to go with you...”

“With me?” I questioned, leaning against the bench.

She shrugged in her defence. “You take forever and buy anything.” Cass exaggerated.

“I do not. I just have a very big and exquisite taste in fashion.” I pronounced.

“A.k.a. You take forever to buy anything.” She repeated. I rolled my eyes and joined her at the bench. After a few minutes of silence and a piece of toast later, Cass commented: “Have you got your outfit yet?”

I nodded. “Yeah. Just need shoes.”

*

“Told you you take forever.” I laughed as we raced back to the car, avoiding the car.

Cass laughed. “I do believe that was me saying that about you.” 

“Oh... Well, I do believe that gives me even more credit.” I shrugged, dumping my shoes in the backseat, Cass putting her stuff in as well, but much more carefully. “Now, you staying at my place tonight?” I asked as I pulled out of the car park.

“Why?”

“Tomorrow we have to go to Mallacoota for the wedding on Saturday.” I explained, stopping at the lights.

“But today’s only Tuesday,” Cass looked at me quizzically, and I shrugged, again. “But then again, I suppose Stef will want us to help with the preparation that should have been done ages ago-”

“She won’t want much changed, I made sure.” I interrupted and she looked at me, beyond puzzled. “Well, I have made sure that she’s not allowed to go anywhere near the actual location until the day before the wedding as to not have her change everything every single day. Except for the initial set up: that was a combined effort.”

“So she’s down there with Louis?” Cass asked. 

I nodded. “I’m pretty sure we had a conversation about this the day you arrived.”

Cass shook her head. “Nah. I would have remembered.”

I shot her a peculiar look. “No you wouldn’t. You don’t remember much.” 

“Hey!”

I shrugged. “It’s true though. Even you won’t deny it.”

She sighed in defeat, sinking back into her chair. “I suppose you’re right.”

Cassie’s POV

Wednesday followed Tuesday, as it always has, but Sarah was absolutely excited about this event; it wasn’t even her wedding. But she’d been so ecstatic because she’d helped design the Stef’s dress which Stef was due to wear in three days. The car had been packed last night, including yesterday’s purchases and an assortment of other things Sarah deemed necessary.

But the real struggle had to have been getting everything that was upstairs on the third floor, downstairs to the basement level where her car was. The elevator was out of order just to top it off.

“Ok, ok. It’s my car and I’m driving.” She stated as we took down the last bags to the car along the four floors of stairs.

“My legs are sore.” I grumbled, flopping onto the car seat as Sarah threw in the bags.

“Well at least that’s the last of them. You want some tea?” She asked cheerfully.

I perked up at the sound of Sarah’s first decent idea of the morning. “Heck yes I do.”

I should have seen it coming. “It’s four floors up.” 

I groaned and mumbled an incoherent, “I hate you.” hoping that she didn’t hear me. She just laughed and began walking over to the stairs again. “Race you up.” She jeered.

“You have to be joking. I can hardly move and yet you expect me to race you. Plus you’re like ten feet tall. Definite advantage.” I yelled as she began the ascent.

“I’m only five foot nine, shorty!” She called back, probably already two floors up.

“Would you at least make me a cup of tea when you get up there?” My question remained unanswered most likely because she was out of ear shot. Oh well, that meant I had to actually get up and walk back up those stairs for a cup of tea. The things I have to do...

“Ok. You don’t need to use the toilet before we go?” Sarah made sure as we dashed down stairs (hopefully) for the last time before we had to leave.

“Thank you for mothering me. But no; I do not need to go. Thank you for making sure for the tenth time.” I answered sarcastically.

She pressed her lips into a thin line. “We’re not stopping until the half way point. I do not want to have to pull over on the side of the road because you need to pee.”

“Geez. I won’t, don’t worry.” I innocently shot my hands up either side of my head and Sarah rolled her eyes.

“I certainly hope not.”

We’d been through my entire (I don’t mean entire(my entire would be roughly 3 days)) iTunes playlist before deciding to switch the radio on and just chilling. It was a comfortable silence, the occasional sing-along song that couldn’t be denied, but otherwise there was that kind of silence that was enjoyed; driving out in the middle of nowhere in hope of some tropical getaway that looked like it came out of a Vogue magazine - the kind I photograph at when I’m not going to places like these for fun.

“Did you break up?” I asked, breaking the silence between us.

She shrugged, momentarily taking her hands off the steering wheel. “I don’t know what to call it. Or if I’m even allowed to tell you. I don’t know if it’s official or not or when or even if we’re going to announce it.” She explained.

“So you did break up.” It was more of a statement than a question, but it still had an uncertain air about it.

“Yes.” She replied. “But you’ll be married soon, don’t you worry.” She put in. I looked at her questionably and she gave me a sideways glance. “Not to spoil the surprise or anything, but everybody knows that you two will get married, don’t know when, but you will.”

“Sorry to burst your bubble, but he won’t be proposing any time soon.” I stated, sitting back in my seat looking out the window.

“Oh, but you will be. And then you can have a happily ever after.” She commented, almost emotionlessly, but she smiled at the end of her sentence, changing the entire meaning of what she said. “We - you, live a fairytale life. Don’t deny it. You’re the girl friend to one of the most eligible people alive, he’s handsome, rich and has the voice of an angel. But above all that, he sees past himself, to you. You’re his world, and he will treasure that for as long as possible. I can promise you that you two will be engaged before the end of the year.”

Author's note: Yay! Favourite chapter's are coming up!