Take A Chance

Hello And Goodbye

Sunna's POV

Ssssss. The steamy, hot water comes flooding out of my tap into my bathtub. I slowly slip into the water bitting my lip because of the heat. I pour bubble mixture in (yes bubble mixture, who can have a bath without it), I reach for my phone and put some relaxing music on.

A few minutes later I look at my skin. Ewe I'm a prune! I think to myself. I start to close my eyes but then my phone buzzes. You can't touch this den n n n n den n den n you can't touch this. I have a text. I dry my hands quickly and open the text, not realising who it was. I look at the text and it says.

Let's go for coffee tomorrow, early and you can meet the boys. I realise its Luke and I quickly add his number in my phone.

I reply with a sure, but as long as I can have tea instead. I put my phone down and it starts buzzing again.

Sure with a smiley face was his reply. I can do all morning tomorrow.

Umm. I have my corse so maybe... 9-10ish my corse starts at 11.

Yep that's good. Where is your corse?

At the tafe near Bella St.

Oh there's a great place a few streets away, we can go there if you want.

I reply sure with a smiley face. What's it called?

The basement. On Watson Rd.

Okay see you there at 9:30.

Yep bye x.

Bye.

I don't really take notice of the x and I slowly shut my eyes.

...

I wake up still in the bath and my prune fingers are even worse than before. I start to get out and then I realise what I just did. I've planned a coffee with 5 seconds of summer! I literally jump out of the bath onto the wet tiles and nearly slip over. I quickly start to blow dry my hair. I get changed into baggy clothes and rummage for what I can wear the next day.

Red!

Green!

Blue!

What colour!

What style!

Length?

So many aspects going through my head but then again it's just coffee. Sunna slow down and take a deep breath. I do as I'm told. Then hanging there, I see the perfect thing to wear. A pink dress that stops about 5 inches above my knee it's tight but loose at the same time. I part it with my brown belt and boots; it took me forever to find them for my country themed formal last year. Everybody had a partner except me, I was alone, but I didn't mind. I'm used to everybody going out with their boyfriends and then there's me. It gives me time to think. Instead of cutting I drew. I would draw designs that I'm making now in my corse and apparel that I would love to make of I had the chance.

...

I wake up at 7 and I get all my stuff that I need for my corse ready then I start with my hair and use yet another check list.

Straight. I straighten my hair and tie it up in a low pony. I have a few flakes of hair on either side of my face. Hair check.

Clothes. I get changed and it all fits just right. Clothes check.

Sent. I get my favourite perfume Nina Rici and I start to spray, but it then it slips. It cracks on the floor and the fumes light me like a fire. I quickly clear the now empty bottle from my floor boards. Now I smell too much. I decide to change my outfit and repeat to myself 'it's only coffee'. Sent no check.