On Saturday morning I called her. She answered on the third ring.
"Bradley."
"Hi Sarah. Are you busy tonight?"
"I wasn't, but I'm imagining I am now."
"Yeah, do you wanna go to dinner tonight?"
"Is this dinner like a fancy dinner? Or dinner like a take away with a movie dinner."
"Which would you prefer?"
"Take away with a movie is more my ghetto."
"Do you have a pen?"
"The ever glamorous purple glitter gel pen is poised and ready."
I told her my address and listened as her pen scratched against whatever she was writing on.
"What time should I come?"
"Whenever you want, I'm really not busy."
"That's the best chat up line I've ever heard."
"I know right? I'm such a womaniser it's unreal."
"Mm I bet."
"Yeah."
"I'll come at 6:30 if u want."
"I already told you, whenever is fine."
"Ok I'll see you then."
"Ok bye."
"Bye."
It was 5 now so I quickly just cleaned up a little bit and got changed into something a bit nicer. At exactly 6:30 the doorbell went off.
"Hi Bradley." she had her colourful hair up in this messy bun, bits of pink and blue poking out of the top. She wore a pair of black denim shorts and some black knee high socks with a white top and a black jacket. She had black plimsolls on but she had put bright orange shoe laces in.
"Hi Sarah. Come in." I stood aside to let her in. She looked around the hallway of my little flat.
"I like your flat." she said.
"Thanks," I said. "It's not normally this clean."
"Well that's a charmer." she said, smiling.
"I just can't talk to girls. It's a curse." I said.
"It's fine. Actually it's kinda cute." she said smiling. She walked through the hallway into the living room.
"Take a seat, make yourself at home." I said. She perched on the edge of the sofa, looking around the room. I went into the kitchen and opened the fridge.
"Do you want a drink? I have beer or coke." I said, wishing I had stocked up.
"Coke would be nice." she replied. I took a coke as well and gave hers to her. She took a sip, her cherry red lipstick leaving a residue on the part where her mouth touched it.
"Do you live by yourself?" she asked.
"Yeah, my family are from Birmingham so they all still live around there." I said.
"And your friends?" she asked.
"They all live around here, but I wanted to live alone." I said. She nodded.
"How about you?" I asked.
"Well I'm from around here, I live in this tiny flat around the corner with a lodger who I don't even know to be honest. My parents moved to France but they gave the house to my brother." she said.
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Knee Socks (BWS)
Fanfiction"She didn't look like the other girls, they all wore their socks at the ankles. If I'll remember one thing about this girl, it'll be her knee socks."
