Chapter 3: Is it… love?
The next morning when Country Pop was getting ready to go to work, she got a text message from a number that wasn't in her contacts.
Good morning J
She stared at the screen for a second, puzzled. She couldn't remember who the last person she gave her number to was.
Who is this?
She typed back in a hurry, while still curling her hair. Today she had chosen a white top with a jean jacket and pink ruffled skirt, completed with her light brown cowboy boots. Very country. She sighed as she started to curl another strand of hair. Her hair was so thick, it took forever to curl it. Her cell phone chirped: We are never ever ever ever… getting back together. Like, ever. She smiled. It was her text tone. Still holding her curling iron in one hand, she picked up her iPhone and entered her passcode. It was another text from the anonymous sender.
It's me, Dubstep. How are you?
Country Pop couldn't stop herself from grinning as she added him to her contacts. With her one hand she typed in his number, then realized she didn't know his real name, so just listed him as Dubstep. Just as she finished typing that in, she got another text.
Hey Fray Fray, I know I was supposed to give you a ride to work today, but my car broke down… I hope you can find another ride! So sorry! xoxo, hannah
Country Pop had a mini freak out. "WHAT? It's my second day on the job and I can't get there?!" Then she remembered the other person she was texting… she turned off her curler and unplugged it quickly, then whipped out her phone and replied to Dubstep's earlier text:
Oh hey Dubstep! I'm fine, but I need to ask you a favour… I know I just met you yesterday, and this might be insane, but do you think you could give me a ride to work? My friend bailed… please? I'll do whatever you want to make up for it.
She set her phone down on her dresser and applied her lip gloss, then fluffed her hair a little. She grabbed her mascara and quickly applied a little. She walked across her room and picked up her purse, shoving everything she needed into it. Her phone rang. She rushed over and picked it up. It was Dubstep. "Hey," She said into her phone. He said he could give her a ride, he just needed her address. She breathed a sigh of relief and gave him her address then quickly hung up and picked up her purple laptop bag. It already had her laptop in it. Then she picked up her purse, shoved her phone into it and ran downstairs. She stepped outside her front door and sat on the steps. Dubstep said he'd be there in 5 minutes. She pulled out her phone and put on Taylor Swift while she waited. There's something 'bout the way, the street looks when it's just rained… after a minute, she started singing along.
"…and you know I wanna ask you to dance right there, in the middle of the parking lot, yeah…" She smiled. This was one of her all-time favourites. "We're driving down the road, I wonder if you know…"
Just then, Dubstep pulled up. Country Pop turned off her phone and threw it in her bag. She stood up and grabbed her laptop and purse, then hopped in the passenger side of Dubstep's truck. He smiled at her.
"Hey! Thanks for giving me a ride. Sorry that it was short notice. I really appreciate this!" She rambled on. He just shook his head and told her it was no problem. On the ride there, they talked and laughed and got to know each other a lot better. When they finally got there, she thanked him again, and then he pressed a sticky note into her hand and closed her fingers around it. She smiled and hopped out of his truck. He followed. After she got to her desk and set up her laptop, she unfolded the note. It read:
Seeing you is the best part of my day.
She felt so happy. She had a huge grin as she added it to her growing collection of sticky notes by her desk.
"You seem happy this morning," Metal said as he walked in. "What's up?"
Country Pop stopped grinning so much and replied "Oh, nothing."
"You can't fool me. I know something's up."
Country Pop just blushed and turned away. This was their secret.