A Twist of Fate

eight.

sofie.

Today was the day. The day of the concert. When I told Bella about the tickets she gave me a knowing smirk which I ignored and I was soon digging through my wardrobe for something decent to wear. I woke up extra early so I could plan what to wear. I find myself calling Michael whilst throwing every single item of clothing out of the wardrobe, flinging things together until I had about five different outfits which looked decent.

"Sofie, it's in like, hours why the héll are you awake?"

"Michael, I am deadly serious, I don't know what to wear!"

"You're such a girl." He scoffed, causing me to to frown at the device.

"Nuh uh! Now come here and help me decide- wait. What are you wearing?"

"I don't know- jeans and a shirt?"

"Micahel!" I snapped in annoyance.

"What?!"

"Michael!" I whine, slumping onto the ground.

michael.

"I'll be over in five." I mumble, ending the call immediately.

I get ready quickly, spending the majority of the time in the bathroom, making sure my hair and teeth were on point. I soon find myself in the car with an empty stomach, so I stop at McDonalds and grab breakfast for Sofie and I and I am soon outside her flat.

"You said you'll be here in five minutes, that was like half an hour!" She whined, enveloping me into a hug. I hug her back in confusion, since when did we hug? I couldn't help but laugh mentally at the fact she was wearing pyjamas with small bears on, her feet shoved in fluffy slippers.

"I got you breakfast." I smile, handing over the crinkled brown bag.

"Thank you." She smiles, taking the bag off of me and skipping into her apartment. I follow after, making sure the door is shut.

I watch her eat quickly with an amused smile and I'm soon being dragged into a bedroom, clothes were strewn all over the ground as she lead me over to her bed which had three outfits laid out.

"Okay be honest, which do you think I should go in?"

"Sof, they're all fine."

"Michael!" She snapped, an exasperating sigh escaped her pouted lips as she crossed her arms in frustration.

"Reckon this outfit is too black? But this one is too plain and I think I'll be too warm in this one."

"Honestly, you'll look fine in all three." I say honestly, laughing as she rolled her blue eyes.

"I wouldn't have called you if you were going to be this useless! Bella!"

"Jesus woman, it's too early for shouting." I wince, finishing off my breakfast muffin.

"What do you want?" Sofie's flatmate, whom I still needed introducing to, stepped into the room wearing only shorts and a tank top, tan legs moving as she made her way over, crossing her arms.

"Whatever could be the problem now Sof, is it Mi- Oh hi!" She finally sees me, hand out to shake mine.

"I'm Michael." I smile, her reciprocating as she told me her name, Bella.

"Bella, what outfit should I wear for the concert, be serious with me, please."

"Black jeans, The 1975 shirt and your denim jacket. You look fine." Bella gives me a smile before telling us to have fun then retreated back into her room.