That's just life

23.

*NEXT DAY(homecoming)*

Sasha's P. O. V.

Last night, I'd been up till late doing, well, THIS:

I'd wanted to do something, anything useful. So I'd transferred some of the best clicks in my camera into my Mac. Then I'd signed up for a competition organized by the company which had organised workshops I'd attended.

Some of the photos included Ava or Trish or Audrey smiling or cuddled up beside me, others were of my family at Christmas or Thanksgiving, even Halloween when Claire had dressed up or was pulling whipped-cream-covered faces...

Heck.....I was the reason their smiles had disappeared.

ANYWAYS....

As I was saying, I also made different collages of aesthetics and well, people. I put them all up on my profile I'd created all those months ago.

And had finally, been able to sneak up on a few hours of sleep.

So!! What d'you think of my totally-stupid-but-still-worth-a-shot-criminally-genius-worthy-of-Nobel-prize master plan?

Well yeah, I know it ain't much, but it's a good use of all the time I've got left, actually.

Anyways....

I woke up this morning feeling better, as if there was some knot in my gut that had loosened. So, after a long time, I woke up with a smile, knowing that I'd make today as awesome as I could. No more sad Sasha. No more brooding Sasha.

Just...Sasha. 

(I know....didn't make sense....)

So we'd decided to meet up at 10 at Ava's house to dress up. We were to reach school at about 4 p.m.

I knew that we were probably gonna waste a lot of time doing absolutely nothing, hence, the early meeting.

* a half hour later *

Since the last 15 minutes , I'd been running around the house trying to find if I'd missed something to take to Ava's.

I was in the bathroom, stuffing in my perfume and makeup, when my phone rang.

I picked up. "Sasha here," I chirrup.

"Hey," 

Alex.

The next moment, I do something so frickin 'not Sasha-ish', I can't even.

I blushed. BLUSHED!!

I could feel his smirk, as if he knew what he was doing to me.

"Come on, Alex....It's just 9 in the morning."

"Good morning to you too, Sasha."

I sigh audibly. "To what do I owe this pleasure? That too at 9 in the morning?"

"Awww, Sasha....you make me feel so....ahh, special..."

I chuckle.

"Hey, listen....what colour dress would you be wearing tonight?"

My eyes widened. "So eager to see me, Alex Carter? Careful, or one might think that you like me."

I hear his breathy laugh float through.

After a pause, he replies, and this time, his voice drops to a sensual caress. "As true as I want that    to be, I have to pick a corsage for my lady. What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn't get her a corsage? I wouldn't want to disappoint her now, would I?"