"Why are you so happy today?!" Briony asked as we walked into town to find an outfit for tonight and to pop into starbucks.
"Didn't you hear me this morning when I shouted to the world? I'm going on a date with Harry tonight." I couldn't help but grin from ear to ear.
"Harry who?" She looked very puzzled. I genuinely face palmed.
"Briony, you are smarter than this. There's only one Harry really, isn't there?" I said, putting on the stupid voice just to patronise her.
"Pftt... I was kidding... Pftt... I know it's Harry Judd... god." She said guiltily, "but I'm so happy for you! Ahh!" And then she started jumping up and down. I don't know you, I seriously do not know this woman... We walked into a random clothes shop and Briony started skipping around, "Clothes, clothes clothes." She was suddenly a lot more, well lively, than she was this morning. I was just walking around minding my own business, to be honest, I didn't even know why I was in a dress shop. Until my eyes fell on a certain black number which made my eyes nearly fall out of their sockets. I am generally a t-shirts, jeans and converse kinda girl, as is Briony, but even she was staring at it. "Buy it." She said to me.
"What? Why? I'm not a dress person..."
"Get it... you like it, Harry will love it, you'll fall in love, dreams come true etc..." Now Briony was one to exaggerate and I didn't usually believe it, but because it was Harry Judd we were talking about, I just had to.
We were sat in starbucks. Wow, our lives are interesting. Every so often, Briony's phone would go off. She look at it, and then giggle; text back and put it down. "Who ya texting?" I said like the girl from Phineas and Ferb, as she replied for the umpteenth time. "Oh it doesn't matter." She blushed putting her phone down and taking a sip of her coffee.
"No. Tell me." I laughed.
"It doesn't matter!"
"It's Tom isn't it?"
"Pftt... no..." I glared at her, "okay, how did you guess?"
"You were laughing like that last night..." I smiled. It was nice to see her happy.
"Okay, out of my social life, and into yours. That dress, wow." I took it out of the bag and held it up. It was still amazing.
"Harry will be lost for words."
"You really think so?" I asked.
"Definitely. But before we make him loose his words," she downed the last of her coffee, "we need to get you shoes to match that dress. Come on!" She pulled me up and yanked me out of starbucks.