the first thing i heard the next morning was my phone beeping and ringing. for fucks sake, what the hell was twitter on about? i reached for the device, which had been tossed onto the floor whilst charging, and immediately saw about twenty different notifications, all from eva.
shit. the events of yesterday and last night made me completely forget she was coming over. i frantically get out of bed, tapping out a quick reply to my friend and looking at the state of myself in the mirror. jesus, i do not look pretty at all.
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the spirit of friday night dinner takes over my body as i race around the room chanting "shit on it, shit on it!" i really need to stop watching that show. the fact i'm able to quote the majority of the first episode doesn't help in my favour.
around 10 minutes later i'm dressed and just finishing my makeup, trying to think of the nearest starbucks or costas we can meet up. i search through google maps, aka a life savour, and send across the location of a quiet little coffee shop not far away from the apartment complex. i glanced at the time; i'm going to be late, but that's common of me so eva shouldn't really mind.
at last i grab my shoes, lacing them up. they're the only colour i seem to be wearing today, bright red and contrasting against the bleakness of my outfit. oh well, now is not the time to debate underlying fashion themes. i throw some essentials in my backpack and put it on; leaving my room in even more of a mess than it was when i woke up.
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