"Why do you guys always do this to me?" I asked.
I sprinted to my room and began rummaging through my clothes so I could pick something to wear.
I had only waken up about 5 minutes ago and started to make coffee (I'm addicted to coffee if you haven't already guessed) when Tara and Stephanie informed me that we were going to the mall now.
Deciding on a white tank top and jeans, I got changed in record time. Hearing them complain about how slow I was I grabbed my brush and my make up bag and turned to pick up my light blue NC hat that I just decided to wear.
"Happy?" I said as I came out of my room. Tara opened her mouth to make some smart ass comment but I cut her off. "It was a rhetorical question." Her and Stephanie just laughed.
We walked outside but instead of going to any of our cars we went to Peter's and Tara opened the door.
"Ummm, what are you doing?" I asked, very confused. "Well, umm, Peter and I are sort of a thing and he let's me drive his car sometimes." she said. I had to smile because I knew how much bitching she must have had to do to get Peter to let her use his most prized possession.
After about a 10 minute ride we hit the mall. The inside was unusually packed. Don't these people have any lives? It's only January 2nd! We have some important stuff to do!
The first place we decided to go to was Abercrombie and Fitch only because Tara wanted to check out some really ugly, in my opinion, orange pants.
We all headed for the back first, a bad habit, and I started searching for something. What? I dunno.
All of a sudden, right when I found a really cute sweater, I went flying, because Tara or Stephanie, maybe both, shoved me into some poor unexpecting person.
Cursing them under my breath I turned to apologize but then I noticed who it was. It was Lance. My mouth went dry and I found myself unable to talk for what seemed like an eternity. Somehow, though, I managed to, litterally whisper "Sorry,"
Also shocked to see me, Lance replied in a voice as "loud" as mine "S'Okay." Then, almost as if on cue, we both turned so our back could get better acquainted.
'What am I doing?' I thought. 'A perfectly good chance to ask him what happened and I'm going to pretend I didn't see him! No way.'
I turned and, finally getting my voice back, asked "Why do you hate me?"
Oh, well, that didn't come out like I expected, but it got the message across.
He turned so slowly it made me really uncomfortable but I was determined to wait until I got an answer, so instead of hauling ass out of the store, I switched feet.
Finally he said "I don't hate you. I just ---things just didn't --- I'm really diff --- things have chan --- umm, this isn't really the place to talk about it."
By now he was the uncomfortable one. "Well, where is the right place to talk about it because I need to know... and soon." I said, all in one breath too.
"Ummm, well..." he had to think. "Do you still live in that apartment?"
Okay, he remembers where I live. That's a good sign, right?
"Yeah." I said. What else was I supposed to say?
"Okay, well, how about I pick you up at about 7?" he asked.
"Umm, sure." I don't think I have anything planned... and if I do they'll get over it.
Neither of us was quite sure of what to do next so there was a long, uncomfortable silence. Finally, he nodded and walked away.
The second he rounded the corner Tara and Stephanie jumped out from behind a rack of clothes the used as hiding spot so they could spy on us.
"Oh, my, god, Laura, did he just ask you out on a date?" Tara asked.
"No, we're just gonna go talk." I said. I was so overwhelmed I wasn't sure if I could walk.
"So, what are you gonna wear?" asked Stephanie. "What's wrong with what I"m wearing now?" I asked pouting. "Oh, nothing. I guess..." she said. Why does she have to be like that?
We just stood there for a minute looking around until I heard Tara start squealing.
"What?" I asked. Peter? "My pants!" she said pointing to the orange one's we came in to look for. I had to smile. Maybe this would be a good day!
Later that day...
I was jolted out of my daydream by the sound of the phone ringing. I tried to ignore it and hope someone else would get it. When no one did I groaned and reached over the arm of the couch I was laying on and grabbed the phone.
"Hello?" I said. I knew I sounded mad but I hoped that they would get scared and hang up or something.
"Laura?" asked a male voice I didn't yet recognize but I knew it didn't belong to Lance so I could continued to be pissy.
"Whatta ya want?" I asked, semi-lightning up.
Laughing he said "Nice to talk to you too. It's Justin." At his name I sat up. I hadn't talked to him since yesterday and I still had to apologize.
"OH! Hi! What's up?" I asked. Maybe he's not mad at me after all.
"Nothing really. I just had to ask you a quick question." he said.
What could Justin possibly have to ask me that would just be a quick q? If he ever called we always talked forever. If it was just a quick question he was in a hurry and it was something important.
"Okay...shoot." I said
"What the hell did you do to Lance? He's waxed his car 3 times (keep in mind that it just got back from the shop today so it was waxed there too), he paces around the house and jumps whenever you talk to him." he said
I could feel the blood rushing to my face and was glad we were talking on the phone and not in person. I didn't know what to say so I just started laughing.
"You think I'm joking, don't you?" asked Justin." "No, I believe you. Thanks." I said. I could almost see him smiling.
"Umm, I got something else to say." he said. Then he took a deep breath and started. "Look, I'm sorry about yesterday night. I don't know what came over me. It was probobly just seeing you again. I just didn't wanna lose you as a friend."
Wait. So, he wasnt mad at me? This is soooo good!
"It's okay, really." I said.
"Okay, well I gotta go talk to Lance before he tries to shine his tennis shoes. Talk to ya later. Bye." Justin said.
Laughing, I said "Bye."
So, Lance was nervous, I thought hanging up the phone. This would be a nice change. Oh my god! What on earth am I gonna wear??
