"So are you coming to the party tonight?" My best friend, Emily, said through the phone. I was walking around my kitchen to find what was edible to me. So far, nothing.
"Of course I'm coming. You know that I never miss out on my best friend's party." I replied. I open the fridge and looked inside. Empty.
I sighed inwardly while shutting the door closed with my hip.
"Okay, the theme is red. So wear anything that's red. The party's at nine. Be there or be square." Emily said. I press the 'End' button on my cellphone and charge it in the wall socket.
"Do I even have red?" I mutter to myself as I walk into my room of my apartment. I open the closet door and skim through each piece of clothing.
Blue.
White.
Pink.
Black.
Purple.
No red.
Looks like I'm gonna have to go shopping. Again. Which Sam didn't like. Sam is my boyfriend since senior year. We both graduated and were reaching our life time goal. Well, his goal to be exact. He was going to be in the Marines and I was going to be a Best Seller author. But since I have writer's block, it seems my dream was put on pause.
I change into a warm gray sweater that has a hood over my black long sleeve shirt and top it off with some skinny jeans and comfortable chucks. I grab my hobo bag and the half charged cell phone.
A long sigh came over the phone.
"Do you really have to wear red to Emily's party?" Sam has a big issue with money. He wanted the two of us to save money to support our future together but with me spending, he does not like it one bit. Also with Sam's job as a sales associate, it really isn't supporting our home either.
I was holding the phone with one hand; the other driving the car. New York is not a great place to drive under conditions like this.
"I know. I know. But it's my best friend party. I don't want to disappoint the Prima Donna. And besides I'll find a cheap one."
He scoff through the phone. "In New York? Yea, good luck." We both said goodbye and I place the phone back in my bag. The stoplight turn to red causing me to pull to a stop waiting for pedestrians to pass by. I sighed and prop my left elbow on the car handle, tapping my right finger on the steering wheel.
I caught my reflection in the rear view mirror. Two big pairs of green eyes were looking back at me with boredom and irritation. My right hand flew up to my face to tuck back a lock of wavy brown hair that escape from the messy bun.
It was mid December 2010. The most wonderful but busiest time of the year. It was a week before Christmas and yet I did not bought any gifts for my loved one, except Emily which I bought in an advance. Bah zing!
CLAP! BOOM!
Heavy rain started to pour down hard, making the streets and my window blurry.
"Great. Just great." I muttered as the lights turn green. The car signal left as it turn a corner and parked at the nearest parking space. I muttered some obscenities as I prepare to run out in the heavy pouring rain.
When I open the car door, I was greeted by a loud thunderous boom followed by tremors down from the gray sky. I breathed out, "Okay you can do this. Besides, the store is right there."
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"3!" Quickly stepping out to shut my car door and using my purse as a protection, I ran to the store, Dillard's. I breathed out a relief and shook excess water off my purse and chose the shoes section.
Soft rumbles came from outside as I slowly walk down the fifth shoe aisle, looking for a pair of red shoes, nibbling my lip in concentration. Just when I was about to give up, a red pair of stilettos caught my eye.
Yes!
Lucky, there was one size left and it was my size! I check the price and almost drop the box. "Three hundred? You've gotta be kidding!"
But then again it is New York, I thought wryly. But if I bought these, Sam would surely be piss. Then again, he's always piss about something.
Oh, what the hell.
The next thing I know, the red shoes were being wrapped and handed to me.
I hum a made up tune in my head as I walk out of the store with the stilettos in my right hand. I bumped into an old lady and excuse myself.
"Are you okay? I am so sorry." I said to her.
She had white hair that was braided into a fishtail that ended with a black ribbon. She wore some sort of gypsy clothes.
She gently smiled at me and touched my arm.
"You will soon have the greatest adventure in your life." She said to me and with that she walked away.
I blink a couple of times, registering what she had said. I shrug, leaving the store. The sky was clear of rain and left the scent of pavement. I crinkled my nose and got to my car to drive home.
