His Sister

Chapter 4

"Alright, I'll see what I got." I start to say, but she gets up and pushes me out of the way, looking through my clothes. I stand there, watching her and tapping my foot on the floor repeatedly. "Are you almost done? Its been like five minuets and we only have an hour till he's picking me up."

She turns to me with a smile. "You can't rush perfection, babes." She turns back around and continues to rummage through my closet.

I wait for what feels like forever until she finally turns around. "Are you done?!"

"No. I wanted to ask what shoes you plan on wearing?" She asks with a smile.

I smile back at her, how could I not. "Well, I probably won't have them on for very long."

"You make everything so complicated." She states, rolling her eyes. "Do you want to wear something more fancy than what you wore at the party?"

"No, I need something more casual. That was really showing stuff and I don't want to come off like that for the first time meeting his freaking parents." I laugh, but then stop. Caroline brought back a memory bringing up the party.

The girl.

A part of me aches inside, remembering that I'll never see her again. I've never been one to believe in fate, but maybe one day I'll run into her again and I'll be able to have a conversation with her. We can just be friends, but would I want something more? I'm insane, I have a boyfriend who's parents I'm going to meet in an hour! I need to stop thinking about her and focus on the task in front of me.

But I can't stop thinking about her.

The thought of her is like a drug. 

"Rose? Girl, are you okay? I've been trying to show you your outfit for the past minuet and you haven't even noticed." She explains, grabbing the clothes once more. "Is everything good?"

"Yeah, sorry I was just thinking."

"About?"

I take a deep breath. "The girl at the party."

She laughs, "You'll most likely never see her again, Rose. I know that's not what you want to hear, but as your best friend I have promised to always tell you the truth."

"I know, you're right. It was a one time thing and I'll never see her again. I need to get over myself before I actually go insane." I laugh as Caroline starts talking about the clothes she has picked out for me. Once she's done, I grab the clothes and head into the bathroom to try it on.

"Don't look at yourself yet! I want to get your initial reaction!" I hear her yell to me. So after I put on the outfit, I walk out with my eyes closed. I hear Caroline get up and guide me towards my mirror. She keeps her hands on my shoulders as she tells me to open my eyes.

I open my eyes and gasp. "Holy shit girl. You're too good at this." She has me in a lavender knitted sweatshirt that stops right before my jeans (like she said), and a pair of black boots (the cute kind, leather that stops at the perfect height. Not too short where it looks like I'm 10 and getting ready to go to a friends house in the middle of winter, but not too high where I look like I'm about to put on a nice show for a few guys in a private room at a strip club). Oh and my jeans are a dark blue.

"You look spectacular! Wow, I am too good at this." She sighs. "We only have a half out left! What bag are you wearing? Wait! Please don't tell me your-"

"My emotional support cross body. You've guessed it!" I wink at her as she slumps back onto my bed.

"You wear that one every time you go somewhere! The mall? The bag. Fancy restaurant? You've guess it, the bag. A funeral? Most definitely the bag." She laughs. "For your birthday I'm getting you a new bag." I stare at her. "A new emotional support bag."