Smash Into You

Chapter 4: fOoL fOr YoU

"A movie?" I repeated as we drove down the road, "Tonight? Well I have nothing to do."

"That's great," Lauren blew out a sigh of relief, "I honestly didn't want to be alone with him."

"Him?" I asked, slightly confused, "Who is him?"

"Oh," she said in surprise, as if she completely forgot I didn't know who Him was, "He's this guy. He harassed me into watching this movie with him tonight... at my place. And I couldn't stand the thought of being by myself with him."

"Oh," I blinked, my eyebrows scrunching as I let her words sink in. "So... you want me to crash your date?"

"Um," she hummed in thought before letting a smile slip to her lips, "Yeah. That's exactly what I want you to do."

I had mixed emotions about the plan. On one hand I didn't mind crushing the guy's dream of having Lauren alone to himself, on another... "Don't you think it'd be awkward?"

"Every second of this evening is going to be awkward as hell," She admitted, not even bothering with any comfort, "But honestly I would rather have you around and it being completely weird than me sitting with him... by myself."

I opened my mouth, but then scrunched my nose and shook my head. With a small shrug, I caved, "It's up to you. When should I show up?"

"6:30 so it doesn't look planned," She said in a sneaky voice. I smiled slightly as we pulled up to her work. She unbuckled herself, slid from the car, and dipped her head back in as I passed her the coffee, "Even if you are late, it looks unplanned. So just get there when you can, but don't force me to be with him alone for too long."

I chuckled and nodded, "I understand. Have fun at work."

"Yeah, you too." She stood straight and moved to close the door, "Oh and text me at lunch! Maybe we can grab a bite together."

"No problem Lo," I called, and with that she shut the door and headed towards the building.

X

Ok... so the plan sounded decent when Lauren said it, but now that I was 30 minutes away from having to show up, I felt completely nervous. My mouth was dry, my head was throbbing, and my heart literally wished to hammer out of my chest.

I don't know why I was so nervous, it wasn't like I was the one on the date with Lauren, but as soon as I managed to get up and get ready, I was slammed with the realization that this was technically a date in some sort of sick twisted way. And ever since that ridiculous thought, I was losing my marbles in such a neat orderly fashion.

"Should I dress casual?" I asked myself with a mumble, eyeing my closet and the clothes within it, "Or... should I look like I was expecting to go to dinner with her."

I bit my lip as I grabbed a black tank and some camo joggers. When I held it in front of me, it turned incredibly foolish and I ended up tossing it away like fire.

"I swear I'm going to strike down whoever came up with fashion!" I whispered furiously as I grabbed another shirt, "Who the hell cares what I wear! I'm just putting it on so I'm not running around naked. We should all just run around with chests out and things swinging."

I gave up on the shirts, and instead grabbed a pair of ripped skinny jeans. They were my favorite pair, one that I grabbed when I knew I would be relaxing and sitting down for a while with no one to show off too. I toss the on the bed with my approval, and stared at my closet with narrow eyes.

These damn clothes seem to be winning a fight they aren't even participating in.

Just before I was about to rip another shirt from the hanger, I heard my cell phone ring from my bed. Walking over and twisting it skillfully in my hand, I unlocked the screen and saw I had a new message.