Off Day
BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP! BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP!
I jolt awake to the sound of my phone, mentally cursing whoever is calling and waking me on one of my few off days.
"Hello?"
"Hi! It's Wheeler. Will you come help me pick my outfit in a few?"
"It's 9AM."
"So?"
"I was sleeping quite soundly."
"Quit being a baby and be at my house at 10."
"Isn't your date like, not until dinner?"
"That's not the point."
"I better be getting paid for this."
"I don't have any money."
"You just got paid! What did you spend it on?"
"Three outfits."
"Already??"
"I was excited!"
"I'll never understand teenagers..."
"You were literally just one of them."
"Yes, but now I'm behind those wacky days. I'm much more sophisticated."
"I'll see you in an hour, Hazzy wazzy," she cooes, hanging up the phone.
I wish I could find a way out of this, because the chances of it causing me to do something stupid are unfortunately quite high.
At Wheeler's House
I pull into the driveway of Wheeler's quaint cottage and am relieved to see that it looks like no one but her is around. I hate awkward meetings with parents, and they don't normally go well when you have a sleeve of tattoos anyway. I ring the doorbell, but the door is open, and I can hear Wheeler yelling:
"Come on in, I'm upstairs!"
I slowly climb the steep steps as if I'm awaiting my impending doom. I make it to the top, deeply unsure of which way to turn, and nearly run right into Wheeler. Her appearance makes my mouth go completely dry.
"Should I wear this?" she's torturing me with a long sleeve gray shirt that just barely shows traces of her midriff, a black flowy skirt and gray vans. I absolutely can not breathe.
"Uh-hum-hum, yeah, it's definitely that one," I hope to God I'm not blushing or anything, but suddenly the hallway we're in is on fire.
"Are you sure you don't want to see the other ones?"
"No, no, that's the one," I insist, not sure if I could handle her in another outfit. I'm so used to that sparkly pink apron...why did there have to be a hot body underneath?
"Do you want to hang out for a bit?" she gestures toward her room. I can't offend her and say no, but I really wish she hadn't asked me.
"Sure, you have a lovely home," I curtsy and Wheeler stifles a laugh.
She leads me into her room, a large area that she has clearly styled from top to bottom, and sits me down on a comfy aqua couch in between two large sets of built-in shelves.
"Your room is so...girly," I take in all the bright colors around me.
"Thanks, I think?" she plops down next to me, adding to my frustration, so to avoid looking at her I look all around her room. Her bed has strings of Christmas lights above it, and her walls are covered in prints of girly quotes like "Shopping is my cardio".
