I find a pair of dark washed jean shorts and pair them with a pink lace, flowing shirt. I head to the closet to see what kind of sandals I can dig up. After looking for a short time I find what I’m looking for and head back to the bed. The outfit looks summery and cute, but I don’t have the best judgment when it comes to what looks cute so I’ll wait till Mimi gets home.
I go into the living room and sit there, waiting around like a lost dog for her to get home. Then it hits me, I need a hobby or something. I can’t be doing this every day. This isn’t high school, this is college and I don’t need Mimi to make friends. I don’t need her to protect me anymore. The only two people who know me here won’t say anything so it’s basically like starting over again.
Just as I get a mastermind plan going in my mind the door comes blasting open.
“Hi, honey I’m home.” She says, in a way too happy tone. I continue to stare at the tv as if I didn’t hear her.
“Hello, I’m home.” She repeats. I let out a sigh.
“I know, I’ve only been waiting say… four hours.” I give her a little bit of a guilt trip because I wouldn’t be myself if I didn’t.
“That’s not my fault; you just gotta get a hobby or something. Maybe, start a knitting club. Your ad can say: Knitters Anonymous, looking for individuals with nothing to do in their free time, must be virgins, that don’t like talking about guys, have trust issues, and know how to do an awesome cross stitch. ” Raising my eyebrows at her I give her the look of death, did she really just say that?
“All I have to say to that is fuck you.” I avert my attention back to Damon Salvatore. He would never tell me to join a knitting club. He however would just drain me of my blood and leave me for dead. Ehh, guess things could be worse.
“It’s the truth, also, why the hell are you not ready? It’s like four, and we have to leave at five.” There’s worry in her voice and I know she’s wigging out over the fact that I have one hour to get ready. As if it takes me hours to look fabulous.
“Sorry Mimi, but it doesn’t take me the whole day to get ready. All I need to do is my hair and put my clothes on.” I say rolling my eyes.
“Well get your ass moving girl, I can do your hair.” She responds as she makes her way over by me, landing her big butt in the seat next to me.
I ignore her and continue to indulge in what I’m watching. Her eyes glaze over, and I swear I see a small line of drool forming.
“Are you drooling?” I ask. She shakes her head and wipes at her mouth, a slight blush creeping onto her face.
“Nope. I was just… admiring...yup admiring.” She gets up flustered and walks into the other room.
“Aren’t you going to do my hair?” I yell.
“Nope you can do your own hair you hoe-bag.” She yells back. I let out a tiny laugh, looks like I need to be getting ready then.
I let out a big breath as I take in all ‘the fine as hell’ men that are surrounding us. Mimi had somehow managed to get us fake ID’s, because honestly what college student doesn’t have one.
“This place... it’s... it’s packed.” I yell to Mimi over the blaring music. I can hardly hear myself think let alone talk to another person. How does anyone socialize in a place like this?
“I know... I honestly didn’t think it would be this crazy.” She yells back. There are people all over, and I’m afraid that if I let go of her hand I might get lost in the crowd. By the time we get to the bar, I want to drink a whole bottle of liquor.