Chapter 4

I threw open the doors of my wardrobe and stared at the rows of clothes and shoes in front of me.
"I have nothing to wear!" I screeched.
I closed my eyes and picked out a couple of handfuls of clothes and shoes at random. I put on some music and put on a fashion show to decide on an outfit.
The first one, I came out to "All I Want For Christmas For You" wearing a "sexy" elf costume.
Nope.
Next, I came out in a very tight cow girl costume complete with hat and whip. Maybe that wouldn't send the right message.
For a last attempt, I tried on a dress with my eyes closed. I came out to "She's A Rebel" by Green Day and stood in front of my mirror and opened my eyes.
Who was this beautiful stranger with dark auburn hair tumbling down in gorgeous waves; a long royal blue dress hugged her curves perfectly and the v-shaped neck line didn't reveal too much, but just enough to be interesting.
My mouth practically fell open. This amazing stranger, was me!

James's mouth actually did fall open at the sight of me.
Once he'd found his voice he said, "You look... nice."
I smiled (trying not to grin too much), "Thanks."
We went to an old-fashioned Italian restaurant. James knew the chef, having once saved him and his family from having their brains blown out by terrorists, so he presented us with his "speciala meala". I couldn't tell whether his accent was fake or not. The meal arrived and it was a large dish of spaghetti Bolognese with meatballs. It looked and smelled and tasted delicious. Suddenly I thought of a famous movie where a very famous romantic scene which involves spaghetti. The Lady and The Tramp. Oh... no. Obviously James and I aren't dogs, so how would we kiss like they did in the movie? It wouldn't be possible. So stop panicking.
We finished the meal with no real incident. Apart from me knocking over my glass of wine. But that didn't really matter. After the meal James and I went for a walk along the river. From the river, a man called up to us and asked us if we wanted a ride in his boat. The boat turned out to be a gondola boat and the man stood behind us and steered with a long stick, like in Venice or something. The man started to play an accordion and sing "Bella Notte". It was like something straight out of "Midnight Romance in Venice". Whatever that is.
I looked at the stars then at James then at the stars then back at him. It would make it even more cliché if it started to snow right then or something.
I glanced at James and saw his blue eyes and thought how nice he looked in the moonlight and then suddenly everything seemed to be bathed in a rosy light. I grabbed James and kissed him. He raised his eyebrows in surprise and the rosy light disappeared. I pushed him away so hard that he almost fell out of the boat.
"What was that for?" James said, wiping his mouth and looking disgruntled.
I groaned, "Sorry! I didn't mean to, I don't know what came over me."

I pushed open my front door and barks came from inside the house. My three dalmatians came running out to meet us.
"Alonzo! Cruella! Billie!"
I named two of my dogs after the bad guys in 101 Dalmatians because it's ironic. And I couldn't think of a name for the next one so I just called it Billie.
The dogs dived on James, they knew him well because of all the times he had come round. Then Cruella went over and put a disc into the dvd player. The Lady and The Tramp started playing and James and me and the three dogs all settled down to watch it. Later, the restaurant scene came on and I felt a twinge of familiarity. I glanced over at James and he looked back at me. There was a moment of awkward silence and then I looked back to the screen, biting my lip in frustration. God it was so annoying, not to be able to talk to my best friend and to kiss him! What the hell is wrong with me, I thought, stroking Billie on the head and sighing to myself.
After the movie finished and the dogs fell asleep, James stood up and said, "I should probably be going."
I stood up too, fixing my hair. "Uh yeah, okay."
There was another moment of silence and then we both started to talk at once.
"James, I..."
"I'll call you tomorrow, okay?"
I bit my lip to stop myself from blabbering on and on and nodded silently. After James left, I trailed upstairs and collapsed on my bed. I felt like crying but I didn't. Probably...

When James said he'd call me tomorrow, I thought he meant on the phone but I was dancing round the house in my new underwear (which was actually too small, I was planning to return it) singing Single Ladies very loud when suddenly there came a knock at the door. I thought it was my mail carrier, Andrew, who I usually flirt with to pass the time in the mornings. But when I came out and kicked open the door, pulling the man in by his shirt and saying "Hello, handsome!" I was very surprised to soon find out that this person was in fact, James.
Just... kill me now, please?

So, I'm gonna put a bit more action in the next chapter. Probably. Possibly.

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Okay...

J xxx