Just Let Go

Darcy

Darcy

"Okay so we'll meet the guys at Fixture at half eight yeah?" I call to Cara who's currently hogging the shower,

"Yep, I will text Blake and leave honey puff to you," I'm grateful that her nickname for Hudson has improved from fuckwit to something that doesn't make your ears bleed. Turning down the hall , I dial my Neanderthals number. Of course he answers on the second ring,

"Couldn't wait until this evening? You're gonna have to Blue as I'm currently replacing the hundred glasses we broke this morning and the fifty more we smashed this afternoon.." Rolling my eyes at his exaggeration,

"Keep your ego contained as I'm sure if your head inflates anymore, you won't fit through the door of Fixture tonight and I would very much like you to come." His growl from the other end of the line tells me he read my double meaning,

"I would very much like that as well tonight," Laughing at his evident frustration, our play on words was interrupted by the door bell,

"You have company?" Slightly confused myself I head downstairs,

"Not planned no, but who knows, perhaps it's a mystery man come to sweep me off my feet?" I play with him, enjoying his frustration,

"The only person sweeping you off your feet is me, got that..but you already know that, I'm sure I've got bruises round my waist from the vice like grip your thighs had on me earlier.." I hear something drop and a woman cough in the background, followed by Hudson apologising. Clearly his words were inappropriate for John Lewis' home department!

Opening the front door I find a bunch of flowers, when I say a bunch, it's more like someone's raided a nearby woodland area and de flowered it!

"Flowers Mr Woods? I didn't take you for a flowery guy, but thank you all the same!" The silence on the phone was slightly unnerving,

"You'd be right, I'm not a flowery guy at all, I'm more of a fuck you against the stairs type of guy...who the fuck is sending you flowers?" Well that was slightly embarrassing..

"They must be for Cara from Blake, sorry." He sighed on the other end of the phone.

"Don't be sorry, by the time I'm finished with you tonight, you won't ever want flowers again.." I rubbed my thighs together hoping to sooth the ache this mans voice created deep down.

"Watch it punk, Cara and I will meet you and Blake at Fixture tonight at eight thirty, that suit you?" I held my breathe hoping he hadn't changed his mind suddenly, since when did I hang on a guys every fucking word?

"I will be there Blue, I can't wait." I exhaled the breath I was holding,

"Okay, good. See you later then?" He laughed a soft laugh,

"Later Blue."

I picked up the flowers from the doorstep, noticing the empty bottle of vodka on the wall. Walking down the path I picked it up and threw it in the bin. Didn't want the neighbours thinking we were alcoholic, socially inept weirdos. No no, we don't drink that much.

I put the flowers in the kitchen, Cara will see them later, but now I have a date to get ready for. What the fuck does one wear to a club? I'm comfy in jeans and a t shirt but somehow I don't think Cara will let me leave with her like that.

Walking into my bedroom I find Cara wrapped in her dressing gown with every hair appliance and bit of make up she owns laid in some kind of order on my bed..

"Yeah, your getting the works, because if you're coming out with me, we need to put a brush through that.." Pointing to my messy bun.. "And some slap on that!" Referring to my grubby face.

"It's 3.30, how long is this gonna fucking take Cara?" The slow grin that inched on her face added by her cackle and rubbing together of her hands said it all,

"You have no fucking idea D..now sit the fuck down and let my awesomeness take it from here."

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Four hours later, yes you heard me correctly, four mother fucking hours later I was plucked, brushed and straightened within an inch of my life, as was Cara.

"Right, go look in the mirror at my masterpiece please" I went to the hallway to have a look at what horrors awaited me...well fuck me sideways!

I stared back at my reflection, you could see it was me, but Cara had worked some kind of magic as I looked different, confident, pretty.

The black LBD I was wearing clung tight and emphasised my curves like nothing else. It dipped low at the top giving everyone an eyeful of my ample cleavage. This made me slightly uncomfortable but then I reminded myself this was all for Hudson, and my panic subsided. My legs finished in what Cara called her 'Devil may fuck me heels' as they were bright red and looking for sin. The outfit was understated yet sexy. My hair was straight and framed my face, curving round just above my breasts. But my eyes, Cara was a godsend. She'd gone with a dark, dusky look around my Blue eyes making them look electric and almost too bright for my face,with some foundation and bronzer to match my tanned legs and arms, the look was finished with lipstick to match the shoes shade for shade. I couldn't believe this was me.

I turned to look at my sister who was watching me from the doorway,

"No need to tell me, I know I'm fucking amazing." I watched her saunter off downstairs, she really was stunning. Her brown hair was piled high on her head with escaping tendrils, in a messy yet almost just fucked look. She really was the Beyoncé of our friendship.

We cracked open a bottle of wine and danced around the living room like teenagers again and waited for our cab to come, which was of course booked for 8.30 assuring we'd leave the boys waiting for a bit. The horn that came blazing from outside told us it was here, with that Cara turned round to me as she locked the front door behind us,

"Show time..."