One day at a time | Sarah Paulson

Chapter 3

I opened Instagram again and clicked on Sarah's story. She had uploaded a picture of her closet and wrote underneath:

"I can't decide what I should wear tomorrow 😭"

I smirked and replied to the picture "Something at all, we wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable, wouldn't we? 😏"
I didn't think she would reply, but obviously she had recognized my name, because it was the same as by Twitter.

"Ha Ha weirdo. You're funny and naughty, it's a serious problem for me Miss (Y/N) 😑😅"

I laughed at the message and answered "Sarah just wear something you like. You're always beautiful, no matter what you're wearing."

"Am I allowed to wear something with stripes?"

"Yes please, I will wear something with stripes too😏"

"Now I'm curious."

"You have to wait till tomorrow 😘 I should sleep now. See you."

I put my phone under my pillow, but my phone buzzed again. I thought it was Sarah texting me, but I saw a different notification from Instagram. Sarah was following me now. I was so happy, that I slept in with a smile on my face.

The next day I woke up at 9:30 am. I stretched and got up. I walked into the bathroom and showered. After that I walked into the kitchen and just ate some bananas and strawberries. I cleaned everything up and went back in the bathroom to brush my teeth. I heard my phone vibrate and walked with my toothbrush in mouth into my bedroom. I grabbed my phone and went with it back to the bathroom. As I looked at the display I began to smile. It was a message from Sarah.

"I hope I don't wake you up. I will pick you up at 1 pm. I'd like to spend a few hours with you. To get to know you 😉."

"You didn't woke me up, I was already up. 1 pm sounds lovely. 😘" I replied and put my toothbrush away.

“Marvelous. See you then my dear 😘” Sarah replied.

I smiled and thought what I could do to kill the time. Sarah wouldn't be here for a while, for 2 hours exactly. I went to the living room and continued watching American Horror Story. I watched the next episode and at the same time I scrolled through Instagram.

In the meantime I changed into other clothes. A striped light pullover and black jeans. I took a picture from my screen as Sarah was on it and wrote “Killing the time” I put my phone back next to me and watched the episode.

“You know, you don't have do watch the episode to see me. You can see me in real life. I'm at your door by the way 😘”

Sarah replied to my story and at the moment I finished reading the message, the bell rang. I got up and straightened my pullover one last time and opened the door. If I had ever thought it was a cruel joke that Sarah would meet me, know it disappeared. There she was standing directly in front of me and I felt like I would faint any minute.