Perpetually Dreaming

Chapter 2-The Meetup

Chapter 2-The Meetup

       I sat and waited for what seemed like years before it felt there was a reasonable amount of time between now and meeting up with H to get ready (the clock told me it had only been 2 hours, like a liar). Not that it would take too long for me to get ready, I just didn't feel like explaining to Ally why I looked decent all of a sudden. Finally, at a whopping 7:36 o'clock, I went up to the mirror to get ready and make sure I didn't look like a steaming pile of garbage. As one does.

      I still have black smudged around my eyes from the makeup I'd worn to a friend's graduation the day prior, so that's a good start. I'm sure my pores love it too; heck, faint acne scars littered themselves around my face from years of making that same mistake. I really need to learn better. Taking out some makeup wipes my mom had given me, I started scrubbing away at my face, hoping to salvage my flesh. I guess my face will have to meet H bare tonight thanks to that slipup. That's a whole bouquet of Whoopsie Daisies right there. If he says anything about it, I'll just say its the "I'm tired, leave me alone" look. Followed a tutorial for it and everything.
     
      My hair is an entirely different story. I've kept it in the same braid for nearly a week, so I'm sure the grease has shaped it into lovely curls. Can't tell if that sentence is disgusting or cute? Neither can I. Even after pulling the hair ties off the ends, my hair stayed in the same shape, so I combed my fingers through to loosen it up. After a few brush throughs and loads of dry shampoo, my hair actually looked really pretty for once.

      I did my best sneaking out, but it's not like I have that long of a walk to the front door, ten feet tops. Our house isn't very large, Ally's parents bought it for her freshman year when they found out she actually planned on staying in school. Then I moved in with her a few months into my sophomore year, thank god too because I'd be broke otherwise. Rich friends pay off (even if they bother you with your dating habits). Anyhow, the living room is the first room in the house, and everything else sprouts off of it. Map it out for yourself.

       Running through my mental checklist, I made sure my credit card was tucked safely in my phone's case. Thats two checks in one, nice. I then grabbed a hat from the rack by the door and walked to my Jeep. I pulled the handle and it didn't budge, so I reached into my pocket and--

      Ah. Forgot my keys.

      I ran back into the house and scrambled to find them. Secondary mental checklist time: not in the bowl, not in my back pocket, not in the... well anything obvious. Knowing it was a last resort, I reached my hand into the couch and felt around beneath the cushions. "There you are you rascals!" I exclaimed, feeling the cool metal graze my hands. I pulled the keys out and raised my hands in victory. Suddenly, Ally's door squeaked open, causing me to hold my breath.

        "Yes, babe, I'm still coming on the trip. It's all planned out don't worry," she took a pause to let them talk. "Yes, my roommate is coming, she just doesn't know yet. Oh, and we don't hav-"

       The rest of what she was going to say was cut off as she walked into the kitchen. I'm not going to question what trip she's talking about, as long as she doesn't ask me where I'm going right now. One problem at a time, and right now I'm the main character of this story. Noticing my window of escape, I slipped out of the house and into my car. I don't think I forgot anything this time, aside from my dignity. Pulling out of the driveway, I noticed Ally pacing back and forth in the kitchen window. Must be a pretty important trip if she's getting this worked up over it.

       Nothing exciting happened on the drive. I mean I was in the car for 10 minutes, who's gonna have some epic tale to regale after that conquest? Well, okay, I flipped a goose off for hogging the road, and the same song played on the radio seven times in a row (those people still have jobs too which is a sin).