This randomly came to me after eating a cupcake. And it wasn't even Red Velvet. Anyway, this'll be short. Couple chapters. I promise. Better than me writing long stories that won't be completed forever. Enjoy.
Saturdays usually were quiet. But I didn't mind, it was kinda calming. I would just plug in my earbuds, turn on my iPod and flop on the bed and let the world slip away for a while. Well, until Trina bothered me or I had to go to somewhere. But other than that, it was me and the music. And it was perfect.
But this Saturday was different. No time to lay on the bed and float. I was trying on several different outfits, judging myself in each one so I could find the perfect outfit for my birthday party. No, it wasn't a surprise party, Robbie accidentally revealed that he was going to my birthday party when I asked him if he'd help me on my math homework. Way to go Robbie.
But that wasn't the part that was bugging me though. It was the perky redhead that planned it all. Yes, Caterina Valentine was the reason I was trying on fifty million dresses instead of laying on my bed playing Katy Perry. S
he didn't do anything wrong, she just… caught my eye I guess. And I had known her for a while now, almost two years, and just a while ago I started taking interest. Before, she just brightened my day with her pretty smile and bubbly attitude. Now, every time I see her I get a tiny fluttery feeling inside, and it's killing me.
Not that girls aren't my thing, I've had a crush on a few. But this was different. She had a boyfriend. Robbie. Lucky him.
I was going to tell her, but I'm scared of what she'll say. She ran away from Robbie when he tried to ask her out the first couple times. I can only imagine what'll happen when I tell her. But I can assure you she won't drop Robbie and jump over to my team. She really likes Robbie. Which sucks for me, because this girl has a hold on me, and probably will for a while.
I finally snapped out of my theories and glanced at my alarm clock. 6:38 my clock read. The party's at seven. Great. I wasted six hours digging through my closet, which is slowly turning into a wasteland, and I still don't have a dress. And to make it worse, I have to walk there since I have the driving skills of a dead man.
So I grabbed the teal dress off the door, the last dress I tried on, and forced myself into the garment. I checked in the mirror for anything wrong, and I actually looked nice. I slipped on my blue flats and fixed my hair, which was messed up from trying on everything, but on a little makeup, grabbed my bag and did one last check before marching downstairs. I swung the door open and left, not even saying goodbye to my mom, who was reading a book on the couch. I locked the door and started walking.
The sky was a pretty shade of dark blue, like you see in movies. I wish I would stare at it forever, but I had a party to get to. And a girl not to freak out over.