I Hate Clichès

First dates and Sweet Clichès

"No way! I can't believe it! You just waltz into a book store and meet a totally HOT guy. Natalia, this only happens in those sappy-lovey-dovey wattpad stories!" Jessica practically shouts. But it's not her fault that her voice is naturally loud.

"Yeah, I agree." Ciara chimes in, nodding quickly making her curly red hair fall into her eyes. "I mean seriously, what if we're in a wattpad novel right now?"

Jessica, Ciara and I look around, giving people suspicious glares. We look back at each other, then break out laughing, barely controlling our loud giggles and snorts.

Once we regain ourselves, I give Jessica a goofy grin. "Well, I just can't wait! He's so sweet and not to mention he's totally hot! But as cliche as this sounds, I have no idea what to wear!"

Ciara furrows her eyebrows in thought, then smiles. "Okay, try causal, but cute. Like you can wear a pair of dark skinnies with a nice graphic tee or a band shirt or just a really cute top! Then for shoes, since your just going to the movies, some hightops or combat boots."

I nod eagerly at these new outfit ideas. You see, Ciara is the president of our fashion committee at school. She can help you out in any situation. Even if you have nothing to wear except for mom jeans and a old hand-me-down; she can make it work.

"Oh, I don't know Ciara. Who says that's all they're doing?" Jessica says, suggestively.

I blush, my face turning the same shade of red as Ciara's bouncing curls. "Jessica! Oh, god. I swear you may look like a innocent, sweet girl, but you have the mind of a horny teenage boy."

They break out laughing, and so do I; earning a glare from the old couple sitting next to us. Jessica in return glares back defiantly before giving the old woman the bird.

"Jessica!" I exclaim, pulling her hand down quickly. I look at the old women and give her an apologetic look. She smiles at me warmly, then glares at Jessica; walking away with who I assume to be her husband. 

We watch them tentatively then our eyes widen as we watch her talk, her face pinched, to the security guard.

"Okay, let's get hell out of here before that old bat gets me kicked out of another mall!" Jessica whisper-yells.

We all stand up quickly, taking our Panda express and purses before leaving the food court quickly. 

We make our way to Forever 21, practically running into the shop. The salesperson smiles widely at us, saying politely; "Welcome to Forever 21, If you need anything just talk to me."

We nod and walk towards the racks of the most beautiful shirts I have ever seen. My eyes finally land on a shirt that says 'I love Australian boys' and I laugh. I motion to Jessica and Ciara and soon they break into fits of giggles.

"Ironic, huh? Well, I wouldn't recommend buying that, I mean I don't think he's Australian. He's most definitely Asian." Ciara says, grinning.

"Actually he's-" I start.

"But why does he have the accent?" Jessica asks, curiously.

"Guys he's actually-" I try again.

"Well, I mean maybe his mom or dad is Asian or Chinese, and they moved to Australia." Ciara says, thoughtfully. 

"Well, it's doesn't really matter I mean he's hot, remember the picture she showed us? God, he is so fit. If It was me you would be rest assured that I would-"

"HEY! Guys I would love to listen to you two get turned on by my date, but as I was trying to say he's not Asian. He's Kiwi and Scottish. And for the record, Jess you should really get your head out of the gutter." I say, running out of breath by the time I finish. The thing about my friends is, well, let's put it this way: If you have something to say, say it quick or forever hold your peace.