Cliché Novelty

Chapter 8

I must've made my way to my room at the middle of the night because I woke up in the comfort of my own bed and not with a crooked neck on the sofa, I slid my hand under the pillow and pulled out my phone before re-reading Leon's text message again, confused I replied to him:

Huh? Wrong person?

No, you. – Leon

Get ready for what?

I'm picking you up at 6 – Leon

What for?

Stop asking questions. We're gonna grab something to eat – Leon

Thanks but you really don't have to Leon

 I know I dnt have to I want to, and don't get excited it's only Nandos – Leon

Well aren't you just charming?

I do try ;) – Leon

I couldn't help but smile as I put my earphones in and placed my phone back down. As much as I cringed at the thought of it in the beginning spending time with Leon wouldn't actually be all that bad.  It was slyly comforting to know that he had shown some sort of interest in me, despite us only talking mostly through Whatsapp.

I got up and looked through my wardrobe trying to decide on what to wear for later I knew it was seven hours away but I couldn't help but get a little excited, it had been a long time since I was able to chill with a boy other than Michael or Olu. It was odd how I would usually get wrapped up in my own little word of Tumblr and Netflix and actually forget that day by day I was missing out on so much, it was so important on how little things like lunch 'dates', shopping, and meeting new people was actually fun and before a time of all this it was something that my thirteen year old self would think I would've taken more advantage of and indulged in. I guess from now on I would have to remind myself that even though my comfort zone was a beautiful place nothing ever grew there.

2 hours to 6:00pm.

I don't want to go anymore I have nothing to wear.

I flopped back onto the pile of clothes on my bed sighing deeply. It actually took an event for you to go out before you then realised among the wardrobe sprawled on your bed and floor that you actually had no fucking clothes to wear. I rolled my eyes as the lady's robotic monotone voice filled my ears as I tried to get through to Asia. I hesitated for a second before clicking Olu's contact name on my contacts. After the fourth ring he picked up.

"Quick question, what kind of clothes would you prefer a girl to wear if you were going out somewhere?"

He kissed his teeth before speaking again "You're interrupting my FIFA for girl talk? Do I look like a princess?"

"Desperate calls for desperate measures. Olu, I'm being serious please help" I pleaded

"For what man?"

"Just tell me what kind of outfit you would like a girl to wear... say she was going out for a meal"

"To where?"

"It don't matter, just answer the question please"

"Something nice innit, like something that shows off her assets" He sounded distant as he was focused on something else

I rolled my eyes knowing he wouldn't exactly be of any help "Thanks, -

"Why where you going?"  I could hear the repeated stabbing of the control player and football audio in the back