It's Complicated

Lunch

Josh takes me to this really nice restaurant. I have no idea why he would take me to such a nice place, but he said that I deserved it over 5,000 times. The restaurant had the tiniest portions of food, that's how you know it's really expensive. We get seated and I look around at all of the nice dressed people, then look down at my sweats. I excuse myself from the table and walk out to Josh's car, then rummage through my backpack.

I have a dress in my backpack for emergencies like this. It's white and has sunflowers on it. I hop into the back and quickly change into the dress. I hop back into the front and rip the ponytail holding up my bun out of my hair. I let out a little squeal as I pull out a huge chunk out of my hair. I just let my hair down and put it over my shoulders. I put on some foundation and a little bit of mascara. I look back through my backpack, and at the very bottom, is a pair of black high tops. I put on the converse and open up the door feeling a lot more confident. I flip my hair a little bit to get some volume in it. I take a deep breathe before I open the door once again.

When I walk into the restaurant once again, Josh turns around in his seat and his jaw drops. I look down nervously and put my hair behind my ear. I walk over to the seat and he quickly scurries over, pulling the chair out from under the table and gesturing me to sit down. I giggle and sit in the open seat. We talk for around 30 minutes before we get the servers attention for the first time. We both order water, the only free thing on the menu, and I get a croque madame, while Josh gets a steak.

The check wasn't that much, I mean, less than I thought it would be. It was still expensive as hell, but we split it. I couldn't let Josh pay for it all by himself. We walk out of the restaurant full, surprisingly. I get back into his truck after a delicious meal and get sad that it's over. I love it when I get to spend time with Josh. Just Josh. We pass the school and he brings me home. I soon get the texts I was expecting from Abby saying, "why weren't you at dance?", "where were you?", and of course, "are you alive?". I reply to her with a simple, "I went out to lunch.". Then fall onto my bed with my dress still on. I soon fall asleep to the sound of my phone singing over and over again.