Worth Everything.

Start of Something New.

NINI
I can't believe that half of the summer has passed by already. 
I've had no fleeting summer fling, no grand adventures across the country, no new piercings or tattoos, many nights crying about life and Ricky, and the future.. But I have had a lot of pretty great stuff as well. Endless moments with my girls laughing, and singing and just being together. Dinners with my Moms and Lola. Getting brunch, and getting drunk, and catching up with all my old friends. Making coffee, getting to know Harry and Lou better, writing a couple songs, maybe, spending time with the guys again, even Ricky. I have a lot to be grateful for despite the stuff that I'm yet to do. (I am absolutely going to get a tattoo before the summer end, just watch)
Knowing I have a lot of things to be grateful for makes me feel even worse for growing impatient with Ricky. It's been about a week since the verbal diarrhoea, and apart from a couple of texts from him, it's been radio silence. Granted thought, they were really lovely messages, and made me smile like an idiot.. I guess I didn't know what to expect though, so I shouldn't really feel like I got my hopes up, but I do.. Ugh. I'm a hypocrite, that's for sure.
I think most of my bad mood is because of my Moms though. They've just been on my case for a couple weeks now about what I'm going to be doing next year with school and all that jazz, and I still can't give them a solid answer. It sucks. They, and everybody else I guess, are expecting so fricking much from me, I'm feeling overwhelmed, and frankly it's getting really fucking annoying. Valedictorian, acceptance letters to more than enough universities, scholarship offers, overseas opportunities, fuck I should be jumping off the walls with how lucky I am to be in this position, but it's daunting and I need a break from the consistent questions every time I walk through the doors. I love my Moms, but I'm struggling to keep my feelings at bay, you know? I work all day, dealing with some shitty customers at times, just to come home and be asked questions that I can't answer. I don't know. I think I need a night with my friends. Something to liven my mood, especially because I have the next three days off! Yay. Pulling my phone out, I text the one person I know will be down for a shindig with the pals.
'hey reeeddddddd? best guy in the world, sunshine of all our lives?'
I mean, I'm not wrong. I may be buttering him up, but it is the truth! He replies back pretty hastily. 
'oh no, what do you want nina?'
'just wanted you to know how much I appreciate you... and maybe use ur basement?'
'interesting. are you getting rid of a dead body? i'm not about to be a witness. i'm too cute for jail'
'damn it. guess i'll have to ask ur lovely gf to be an accessory to murder then. she looks good in orange anyways.'
'oh she'll say yes. red heads love being naughty ;)'
Oh my gosh hahaha. 
'red! for fucks sake! absolutely not. for that, i think u owe me now!'
'hahahhaha, you're just jealous ;) what's up?'
'don't even get me started there mate. ANYWAYS! since you owe me, how do you feel about a soiree tonight?'
I am jealous. Because he's having sex, and I'm not and it's also another reason for my attitude. UGH. Too long.
'a soiree? are we 60?'
'i thought it would sound classy and sophisticated after your indecent words before.'
'have you met our friends?'
'ah, you raise a good point. so what do you say? tonight at yours? just us like the gold old days?'
'sounds like a dream, ill see you in 30?'
'ur amazing, thank u! love u tiger ;)'
'gag, see you soon!'
I wonder if he'll invite Ricky.. Of course he'll invite Ricky, duh. I just wonder if he'll come.
Hope so. 
After a quick shower, I throw on an a cute bra and underwear set, because they make me feel empowered, then an oversized plain black jumper that goes half way down my thighs, layered silver necklaces, my rings and my white converse. I decide to do my makeup as well, so add a wing, fill in the brows, blush and a layer of mascara and I am feeling cute as fuck. There's not a lot my hair can do, so I just let it air dry. Heading down the stairs, I feel myself becoming rejuvenated from before. See, I needed this night and it's barely even begun. 
"Nina Salazar-Roberts, where are you running off to?" Mama D calls from the living room. Opps, I guess I forgot to tell them my plans.
"Sorry. I'm off to Reds tonight, if that's okay? We're having an intimate soiree." I tell her, trying to sound mature, but she just raises an eyebrow at me.
"You sound like Lola."
"I'll take that as a compliment thank you. So is it okay?"
"Of course. You know the rules, so just be safe and have some fun."
"I know! Make good decisions, and no drink driving. Call you guys if I need a pick up at anytime! Thanks Mom. Love you!" I tell her with a smile before grabbing my keys and yelling out a goodbye as I head out the door. 
I'm excited for the night ahead with my favourite people. I can just feel that it's what my fricken soul needs.