2013-09-22, 04:20 PM
Daydream Part Two.
So, at this point, Matt and I have been sitting for a little while. It was fun, we talked the whole time about how life had been treating us, and the little things that broke the silence and prevented awkwardness from creeping in, silent like a dark smoky cloud.
I'd begun to really like Matt. I already did, but we had became closer friends. After all, we were finally face-to-face, and we had endless topics of conversation to work with. I was never bored. At times it was quiet, but it wasn't awkward. We were just resting after talking for a long period of time, and it was nice to refresh ourselves.
At one point or another, I want to go to the restroom. I tell Matt I'll be right back and leave.
I stride to the bathroom, thumbing the lettering on my black watch, smiling the whole way.
I push open the bathroom door, revealing a row of orderly black stalls. I stopped in front of a mirror and decide that I’m not meeting my own standard. After all, I have to make a good impression on these people...I'd been waiting much too long to meet them.
Rifling through my black purse, I find some makeup and tousle my hair, making faces at the mirror.
At the mirror next to me, a slender girl with dark brown hair fixes her makeup as well. Her dress is gorgeous…dark, blood red. It’s long and tight, like an old Hollywood red carpet dress, with little silver embellishments along the hems. A high slip goes up to her thigh, but she manages to make it look classy. Her nails are a blood red to match her dress, but the ring fingernail is painted black, with gold studs. Her hair is twisted up in an intricate rose, a delicate bun on the side of her head.
“I love your nails and your dress!” I exclaim.
She grins. “Thanks so much! I hate dressing up like this, but I’ve got some fancy thing to go to.” She rolls her eyes and laughs. My eyes widen.
“That’s so funny, I do too.”
Then I see it.
A black watch on her left wrist.
Who’s this girl…
I clear my throat. My voice gets shaky, I’m so excited, because I know who this girl is, but I just need to clarify. I need a shred of proof to know that this is HER. This is the girl who I’ve known for years, this is the girl I pulled all-nighters with, this is my best friend.
“Um, I don’t mean to push. And I know that this is totally none of my business.” I smile again, tossing my black curls over a shoulder.
“But, I think we might be going to the same place.” I gesture to my black watch.
Her eyes grow to the size of saucers, and she grabs my wrist to check my watch. She reads it at lightning pace, and looks up in a flurry of excitement and happy tears.
“Tobi?!”
I grab her watch, but I already know who this girl is.
“Kittens!” I scream through my happy, hot tears.
She laughs. “Call me Emma!” We burst out laughing, so happy to finally be united as best friends.
I turn her watch over again. It says exactly what I knew was there: “kittens1234”, scrawled in light purple bold letters.
“Wow…” I can hardly speak, I’m shaking so hard.
“This is insane.” She smiles so hard it looks like she’s going to BREAK.
“I missed you so much.”
She laughed. “Missed me, but you never met me?” She grinned impishly.
I hit her lightly. “You know what I meant.”
Suddenly I remember a certain red-haired boy waiting outside the bathroom. I start bursting into laughter.
Emma’s so confused, she just stares.
“Matt’s outside! He’s been waiting for me!” I manage to push out the words through my laughter.
She laughs too, but soon realizes who I’m talking about.
“Matt…JTV?” Her mouth falls into a perfect little “o”.
“Of course!” I beam. “Let’s get y’all acquainted.”
She stares at me briefly, with the strangest look in her eyes.
“You say ‘y’all’ in real life?” She fights a smile.
“Well yeah, everything I typed was how I acted in real life.” I pretended to be mad at her. “Do you have something against ‘y’all’?”
She waved it off. “Let’s just go meet Matt.”
And so we did.
So, at this point, Matt and I have been sitting for a little while. It was fun, we talked the whole time about how life had been treating us, and the little things that broke the silence and prevented awkwardness from creeping in, silent like a dark smoky cloud.
I'd begun to really like Matt. I already did, but we had became closer friends. After all, we were finally face-to-face, and we had endless topics of conversation to work with. I was never bored. At times it was quiet, but it wasn't awkward. We were just resting after talking for a long period of time, and it was nice to refresh ourselves.
At one point or another, I want to go to the restroom. I tell Matt I'll be right back and leave.
I stride to the bathroom, thumbing the lettering on my black watch, smiling the whole way.
I push open the bathroom door, revealing a row of orderly black stalls. I stopped in front of a mirror and decide that I’m not meeting my own standard. After all, I have to make a good impression on these people...I'd been waiting much too long to meet them.
Rifling through my black purse, I find some makeup and tousle my hair, making faces at the mirror.
At the mirror next to me, a slender girl with dark brown hair fixes her makeup as well. Her dress is gorgeous…dark, blood red. It’s long and tight, like an old Hollywood red carpet dress, with little silver embellishments along the hems. A high slip goes up to her thigh, but she manages to make it look classy. Her nails are a blood red to match her dress, but the ring fingernail is painted black, with gold studs. Her hair is twisted up in an intricate rose, a delicate bun on the side of her head.
“I love your nails and your dress!” I exclaim.
She grins. “Thanks so much! I hate dressing up like this, but I’ve got some fancy thing to go to.” She rolls her eyes and laughs. My eyes widen.
“That’s so funny, I do too.”
Then I see it.
A black watch on her left wrist.
Who’s this girl…
I clear my throat. My voice gets shaky, I’m so excited, because I know who this girl is, but I just need to clarify. I need a shred of proof to know that this is HER. This is the girl who I’ve known for years, this is the girl I pulled all-nighters with, this is my best friend.
“Um, I don’t mean to push. And I know that this is totally none of my business.” I smile again, tossing my black curls over a shoulder.
“But, I think we might be going to the same place.” I gesture to my black watch.
Her eyes grow to the size of saucers, and she grabs my wrist to check my watch. She reads it at lightning pace, and looks up in a flurry of excitement and happy tears.
“Tobi?!”
I grab her watch, but I already know who this girl is.
“Kittens!” I scream through my happy, hot tears.
She laughs. “Call me Emma!” We burst out laughing, so happy to finally be united as best friends.
I turn her watch over again. It says exactly what I knew was there: “kittens1234”, scrawled in light purple bold letters.
“Wow…” I can hardly speak, I’m shaking so hard.
“This is insane.” She smiles so hard it looks like she’s going to BREAK.
“I missed you so much.”
She laughed. “Missed me, but you never met me?” She grinned impishly.
I hit her lightly. “You know what I meant.”
Suddenly I remember a certain red-haired boy waiting outside the bathroom. I start bursting into laughter.
Emma’s so confused, she just stares.
“Matt’s outside! He’s been waiting for me!” I manage to push out the words through my laughter.
She laughs too, but soon realizes who I’m talking about.
“Matt…JTV?” Her mouth falls into a perfect little “o”.
“Of course!” I beam. “Let’s get y’all acquainted.”
She stares at me briefly, with the strangest look in her eyes.
“You say ‘y’all’ in real life?” She fights a smile.
“Well yeah, everything I typed was how I acted in real life.” I pretended to be mad at her. “Do you have something against ‘y’all’?”
She waved it off. “Let’s just go meet Matt.”
And so we did.
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