the week went by slowly for salem, her anticipation growing greater as the day of the date grew closer.
she had been texting ciarán daily, which didn't really help with her problem, but she just loved talking to him.
cici 🔫:
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cici 🔫: i miss u salem 🖤: i see u tomorrow. i think u can survive one more day without me salem 🖤: anyway, ur cute, but what that tongue do 😚 cici 🔫: if u want, i can show u tomorrow night 😉😋 salem 🖤: dear god no
salem seemed to always be smiling at her phone when she texted ciarán, and tavia always caught her doing so.
"you've really fallen for him, haven't you?" tavia's chin rested in both of her hands as she looked at her best friend.
"psh, what? no. what makes you think that?" salem rejected the thought.
"you guys have kissed five times, and y'all aren't even dating! every time you talk to him, you have this silly grin on your face. i even notice that you stare at him with desire." tavia cried.
"okay, fine, maybe i am falling for him." salem finally admitted. "it's stupid to think that this all happened because i just wanted a fake rebound." salem sighed.
"there's nothing wrong with falling for ciarán, sae. he's honestly a good guy, but i think you should still be cautious. i don't want you to rush into another relationship, but that doesn't mean i don't want you to not be with him. i think this relationship could work out if y'all would just take some time."
"i promise i'll ask ciarán to slow down tomorrow." salem held up her pinky.
tavia wrapped her pinky around salem's, sealing the promise.
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it was friday evening, and salem was driving home from work. she was jittery due to how nervous she was, but she didn't even know why she was neevous in the first place. maybe it was because ciarán didn't let her know where they were going on their first date? or maybe it was because it was their first date in general?
while she was at work, she had sent ciarán the location of her apartment complex and which apartment number she lived in. he had told her to dress casual, and that he'd be picking her up at 6:30.
when she got home, it was about 5:15, and she immediately went to tavia for help.
"i don't know what to wear!" she said, flopping onto tavia's bed.
"where y'all going?"
"i don't know, he said it would be a surprise. he just told me to dress casual and that he'd be picking me up at 6:30."
"okay, we have plenty of time. let's see what you have in your closet, shall we?"
they migrated to salem's room, opening her closet. they pulled out random items of clothing, arranging them into outfits that salem could possibly pull off.
salem tried on the top three outfits, switching out certain items of clothing so the outfit would look more cohesive.
"i think the first outfit looks the best." tavia said, picking up the articles of clothing for salem.
"you should wear my orange converse with the outfit, since orange compliments blue." tavia suggested.
the first outfit consisted of a baby blue off-the-shoulder top and a white skater skirt. the orange would stand out from the rest of the outfit, which salem liked.
she always wanted her outfits to be eye-catching, and usually sought out to find unusual clothing items.
for example, her outfits would look 'basic' and she'd have something stick out, like her top or her shoes. the outfit that tavia chose exemplified that perfectly.
"you're the best, tavia." salem said, wrapping her arms around tavia.
"anything to get my best friend some dick." tavia joked, causing salem to push her off the bed.
"first of all: you told me to slow down with him! second: i barely even know ciarán; and lastly: that's not my goal with him!" salem exclaimed.
tavia was laughing throughout salem's list, and she was trying to calm down from her fit of laughter. "calm down, sae, i was just teasing you." tavia said breathily, haven't caught her breath yet.
salem crossed her arms, "but still. it wasn't very funny."
"shit! instead of messing around, you should probably start getting ready. it's almost six!" tavia realized.
"oh, fuck, you're right. i'll see you later." salem pushed tavia out of her room, so she could get ready without any distractions. she knew if tavia was in the room, she would probably spend an extra half hour getting ready.
she put on her outfit, then brushed her hair to get rid of the mess that pulling the top over her head created. she straightened out her dress, so that it wouldn't be too revealing. she decided against slipping on nylon stockings, so she slipped on a pair of ankle socks with a floral design.
she retouched her makeup, brightening up her dulled highlight and reapplying faded lipstick.
once she was done, she stepped out of her room and into the living room.
"tada!" she exclaimed, making an over-the-top entrance.
instead of being met with only tavia, she was also met with the presence of ciarán.
"holy shit."
a/n: english class makes me wanna rip my hair out but that doesn't matter bc 500 reads !!! what !!!! tytyty :,)
