Red top and black mini or black fishnet top and khaki mini? That was the most I had to decide today. Classes were crap. There was no point in going. Hell, I played the name game all day! For aspiring veterinarians they sure do teach them funny. Oh well, tonight's my night with Ted. And nothing is going to keep me from that!
"Hales are you mind talking to yourself again?" Christy said as she passed my room seeing me looking myself in the mirror.
"Yeah, but don't tell anybody, it might turn them off!" What could I say, I was quirky. And there's no better judge than you.
"And by anybody do you mean a very hot football player?"
"If you mean Ted then yes!"
"We're finally past the poetry stage! Woohoo!" Christy squealed. Alright, so for a while there I secretly called him Theodore. It was sexy and mysterious. What more could I want.
"Hey, but that will come back to haunt you!" I joked. I even hated that stage.
"So what're you wearing tonight?" Christy sat on the bed with a half-pint of Ben and Jerry's Cookie Dough ice cream.
"Help me?" I said holding up the two outfits.
"Definitely khaki and fishnet...and put a black beater under the top!" Christy always did have a talent when it came to fashion. She knew exactly what to wear without making it look too slutty, but not look at me I'm sixty-seven and on the strongest Prozac known to man. And yet again she pulled through!
"This looks great," I had to admit I did look great. I just hope Ted would like it. Gracious look at me! Actually stressing over what a guy thought about me! That hadn't happened since the Nathan Scott days. Ah yes, those were some fun days. But the break up wasn't pretty, and I haven't talked to him. And honestly I don't want to any time soon!
"Of course, now can I borrow that red top and black mini?"
"I knew you were up to something!" I laughed. Even though I knew that I did pull red off better than her, that mini looked so much better on her.
"What can I say I'm sneaky!" Christy is by far the most un-sneaky person you'd ever meet; "See look at this," she started tip toeing out of the room while whispering, "sneak sneak sneak sneak."
I just laughed. Chris was like that. She always knew how to make me laugh. I loved that. If she were a guy it would be perfect. But she's not, and she's my best friend.
"Ahh! Lesbionic thoughts!" I muttered to myself, "Alright, let's do this!"
I looked at the clock. 7:45.
"That's odd," I thought, "I'm never ready this early." I walked downstairs to see Chris sitting on the couch watching reruns of Tom and Jerry still eating the ice cream, but fully dressed, and was all ready to go.
"This is freaky," I said making Chris pop her head up.
"What is?"
"Me and you are ready. Before the guys even would think about getting here!"
"Well call them and tell them to come early."
"Okay. Have you had a good day?"
"Yeah why?"
"You're just attacking the ice cream like no tomorrow!"
"You know how the cravings go."
"Ah! The monthly demon," I sighed, she got like this all the time around this time.
I walked into the living room and picked up the phone, and dialed that all too familiar number.
"Hello?" A male voice answered the phone.
"Hey Chase!" I squealed.
"Hey Hales. Is something wrong?"
"Actually yeah."
Silence.
"Oh shit, not bad wrong though!"
"What? If something's wrong it normally is bad."
I love confusing guys. It's so easy!
"No we're just ready to go."
"Damn something is wrong."
"Yeah, well come and get us!"
"Alright, Ted and I will be over soon."
"Toodles!"
"Bye."
I hung up and about five minutes later the familiar black Denali was in the parking lot of my apartment building honking.
"We should make them come get us," I suggested. I really hate lazy people who can't get out of cars and incessantly honk.
"Nah, come on. Let's go PARTY!" Christy yipped looping her arm through mine.
And we were off. Onto another fun filled night of clubbin!
The beat was loud and the moment I walked in I felt the urge to dance.
"Ted, let's go dance!" I yelled above the music.
"Alright."
We went out onto the dance floor and started dancing. Our bodies were flush against each other's as we moved along with the beat. I opened my eyes after about five minutes of getting lost in the beat and noticed some guy just gawking. And of course me being the crazy flirt that I am, had to smirk at him! What was I thinking? I had Ted! We were basically having sex with our clothes on, and my stupid self was smirking at some unknown guy!
"Ted, I'm getting tired," I whispered into his ear. Damn did he smell good.
"I was hoping you'd break sometime soon," he replied. It always was like him to make someone else happy before himself.
"Yeah well let's go."
"Do you want something to drink?"
"Yeah, um, let me come with you."
"Alright."
He grabbed my hand and led me over to the bar.
"What can I get you?" the bartender asked.
"Killians for me." Ted always was the one to go Irish...if he had his way he would've been going to Notre Dame over Purdue, but you win some you lose some. For me though I won!
"And for you?"
"Skyy Blue martini."
"Sophisticated." Why is it that every time a bartender goes to make me a martini they always say that? It happens every time. Goodness! It's a drink that I'm paying him for. I think he shouldn't be complaining!
"Yeah, but it's strong."
"You got that right." Finally, A guy who agrees that martinis aren't a wimp's drink!
Oh my God! The crazy guy is still looking at me! What's wrong with him? Can't he see that I'm with somebody?
"No you idiot, he thinks that you're into him because you smirked at him. Haley how smart was that?" the little voice in my head told me.
"Ted, can we go sit down?"
"Yeah what's wrong?"
"Him," I said motioning towards the crazy bar guy.
"Alright, if he messes with you just tell me."
"Okay," I planted a kiss on his cheek and walked away with him. I glanced back to make sure that the guy had saw it and sure enough he did. But why did he look so familiar?
"Hales are you mind talking to yourself again?" Christy said as she passed my room seeing me looking myself in the mirror.
"Yeah, but don't tell anybody, it might turn them off!" What could I say, I was quirky. And there's no better judge than you.
"And by anybody do you mean a very hot football player?"
"If you mean Ted then yes!"
"We're finally past the poetry stage! Woohoo!" Christy squealed. Alright, so for a while there I secretly called him Theodore. It was sexy and mysterious. What more could I want.
"Hey, but that will come back to haunt you!" I joked. I even hated that stage.
"So what're you wearing tonight?" Christy sat on the bed with a half-pint of Ben and Jerry's Cookie Dough ice cream.
"Help me?" I said holding up the two outfits.
"Definitely khaki and fishnet...and put a black beater under the top!" Christy always did have a talent when it came to fashion. She knew exactly what to wear without making it look too slutty, but not look at me I'm sixty-seven and on the strongest Prozac known to man. And yet again she pulled through!
"This looks great," I had to admit I did look great. I just hope Ted would like it. Gracious look at me! Actually stressing over what a guy thought about me! That hadn't happened since the Nathan Scott days. Ah yes, those were some fun days. But the break up wasn't pretty, and I haven't talked to him. And honestly I don't want to any time soon!
"Of course, now can I borrow that red top and black mini?"
"I knew you were up to something!" I laughed. Even though I knew that I did pull red off better than her, that mini looked so much better on her.
"What can I say I'm sneaky!" Christy is by far the most un-sneaky person you'd ever meet; "See look at this," she started tip toeing out of the room while whispering, "sneak sneak sneak sneak."
I just laughed. Chris was like that. She always knew how to make me laugh. I loved that. If she were a guy it would be perfect. But she's not, and she's my best friend.
"Ahh! Lesbionic thoughts!" I muttered to myself, "Alright, let's do this!"
I looked at the clock. 7:45.
"That's odd," I thought, "I'm never ready this early." I walked downstairs to see Chris sitting on the couch watching reruns of Tom and Jerry still eating the ice cream, but fully dressed, and was all ready to go.
"This is freaky," I said making Chris pop her head up.
"What is?"
"Me and you are ready. Before the guys even would think about getting here!"
"Well call them and tell them to come early."
"Okay. Have you had a good day?"
"Yeah why?"
"You're just attacking the ice cream like no tomorrow!"
"You know how the cravings go."
"Ah! The monthly demon," I sighed, she got like this all the time around this time.
I walked into the living room and picked up the phone, and dialed that all too familiar number.
"Hello?" A male voice answered the phone.
"Hey Chase!" I squealed.
"Hey Hales. Is something wrong?"
"Actually yeah."
Silence.
"Oh shit, not bad wrong though!"
"What? If something's wrong it normally is bad."
I love confusing guys. It's so easy!
"No we're just ready to go."
"Damn something is wrong."
"Yeah, well come and get us!"
"Alright, Ted and I will be over soon."
"Toodles!"
"Bye."
I hung up and about five minutes later the familiar black Denali was in the parking lot of my apartment building honking.
"We should make them come get us," I suggested. I really hate lazy people who can't get out of cars and incessantly honk.
"Nah, come on. Let's go PARTY!" Christy yipped looping her arm through mine.
And we were off. Onto another fun filled night of clubbin!
The beat was loud and the moment I walked in I felt the urge to dance.
"Ted, let's go dance!" I yelled above the music.
"Alright."
We went out onto the dance floor and started dancing. Our bodies were flush against each other's as we moved along with the beat. I opened my eyes after about five minutes of getting lost in the beat and noticed some guy just gawking. And of course me being the crazy flirt that I am, had to smirk at him! What was I thinking? I had Ted! We were basically having sex with our clothes on, and my stupid self was smirking at some unknown guy!
"Ted, I'm getting tired," I whispered into his ear. Damn did he smell good.
"I was hoping you'd break sometime soon," he replied. It always was like him to make someone else happy before himself.
"Yeah well let's go."
"Do you want something to drink?"
"Yeah, um, let me come with you."
"Alright."
He grabbed my hand and led me over to the bar.
"What can I get you?" the bartender asked.
"Killians for me." Ted always was the one to go Irish...if he had his way he would've been going to Notre Dame over Purdue, but you win some you lose some. For me though I won!
"And for you?"
"Skyy Blue martini."
"Sophisticated." Why is it that every time a bartender goes to make me a martini they always say that? It happens every time. Goodness! It's a drink that I'm paying him for. I think he shouldn't be complaining!
"Yeah, but it's strong."
"You got that right." Finally, A guy who agrees that martinis aren't a wimp's drink!
Oh my God! The crazy guy is still looking at me! What's wrong with him? Can't he see that I'm with somebody?
"No you idiot, he thinks that you're into him because you smirked at him. Haley how smart was that?" the little voice in my head told me.
"Ted, can we go sit down?"
"Yeah what's wrong?"
"Him," I said motioning towards the crazy bar guy.
"Alright, if he messes with you just tell me."
"Okay," I planted a kiss on his cheek and walked away with him. I glanced back to make sure that the guy had saw it and sure enough he did. But why did he look so familiar?