F*ck Me Pumps

I miss you.

This one's probably short, I can't tell, I have my laptop on safe mode. Which means my laptop screen is big as hell. But oh well.

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"Thanks." Beau smiled up at the man that held the door at Gracelynn Ruche's. She made her way into the restaurant, pulling off her Ray Bans.

"No problem," The stranger smiling at Beau's figure.

Beau nodded and turned her head giving a smug grin as she felt his hazel eyes on the back of her. She shrugged, he was cute, he was gorgeous, but she was taken and he was no Parker.

Her gold Michael Kors' clacked on the wooded floors as she and her fitted knee-length dress sashayed to the hostess booth.

"Hello, welcome to Gracelynn Ruche's." The hostess greeted Beau.

"Hi." She paused and looked around, " Reservation for Carey?"

The hostess scanned a list in front of her and nodded momentarily in validation.

"Yes, we've seated the other guests already," She smiled," Right this way."

Beau nodded and followed her.

The place was too fancy, making Beau feel slightly uncomfortable. She walked with her head held high, trying to ignore the lustful stares that the business men around her were sending. They just wanted one thing, a one-night stand, something to have while in town.

All the things Beau would of loved to have, a couple months earlier.

She'd much rather eat some place like Chili's where there wasn't a dress code. Just show up with a shirt, shoes (maybe), and pants and you'd get service.

But Beau didn't like it here, and if it weren't for Parker insisting that she go, she'd be at home in one of her old shirts with the big ass hole and some worn flannel pants, skyping him. Instead she's a third wheel on what was supposed to be a double date.

"Here you are ma'am." The lady stopped at a small table in the middle of the room. She placed the menu on the table and left.

Beau sat down in the chair and scooted towards the table.

"Beau, you look beautiful!" Lucas smiled at her, his faint crows feet showing. He was too gorgeous.

Stephanie nodded in agreement," Yes baby, you look gorgeous. But why are you so late?" Her eyebrow raised.

"Because," Beau exhaled," Mom, I had to umm."

"Yes, think of a good one." Stephanie smirk.

"I umm."

"It's okay Beau, we know you didn't want to come." Lucas added," We know you'd rather be home talking to Parker."

Beau smiled, that was definitely true.

Stephanie gasped," LOOK! You're not even trying to deny it."

"I'm sorry Steph, it's been a real.. eventful day." Beau sighed, she had the worse day. All she wanted to do was go home to Rambo.

"And the last thing I wanted to do was dress up and come to this place." Beau wanted to bite her tongue but," And I'm sorry that it seems that I don't want to be around y'all. Stephanie you know that's not true. I'm just-"

"Beau, it's okay. I know you've had a shitty day."

Beau nodded.

"With that lady at the nail salon and all." She added, with a smirk.

Beau sighed, why in the hell of hells did she have to bring that up.

"Well, I feel left out," Lucas sat up," What happened at the nail salon?"