Seam Route

chapter six

Daisy

"Fuck, what the hell are we going to do?" Ronnie throws a pair of corduroy shorts on the ground. "Fuck corduroy, fuck it all."

Ronnie's out-of-character freak out has nothing to do with the fact that she hates corduroy.

It has everything to do with our hometown friends decided that they want to come visit us back in Southampton from the new cities they lived in.

Why are they coming? I have no clue, they've always reiterated how much they hated Southampton, so I'm a little surprised by their sudden interest to visit.

I'm not going to lie to you, I'm also kind of nervous. I just don't want to see their judgemental eyes when they look at me or ask me how my life is back in little ol' Southampton. I'm trying to put on a brave face for Ronnie and I because she is not okay. She's had three tequila shots and we haven't even left for the bar yet.

"We're going to be fine, and you'll look great in any outfit." I reiterate to her, but also to me as well.

I smooth out my white short flowy sundress, it's cute with this little lace detail that just screams summer.

After I showered last night, I left my hair in braids and took them out for this sort-of casual wavy type of look. It's very classic, and my makeup is done too. I look cute, I look and feel like me.

"We're going to be late if I don't find an outfit," Ronnie sifts through her closet for like the third time.

I picked out a white top, and a flowy light blue skirt. "Your blond hair compliments the blue in this skirt." I hand her the pieces of clothing.

She nods, and tries on the skirt first. The skirt is tight and it perfectly hugs her curvy body. I can already tell that the outfit is a winner by her big grin she gets as she checks herself out in the mirror.

"Looks like we're going to be on time," The corner of my lips pull up ever so slightly as I do my lip combo.

"Looks like it."

***

We're the first ones to get to the bar because Ronnie lives about only a five minute walk away from the park. The bar is modern, and expensive and it's the perfect bar to go to with its night time vibes.

It just made much to walk, not to mention Ronnie's car is currently getting an oil change at the mechanic. The weather outside has been constantly switching up like it can't make up its mind. It's been sunny and rainy since it started pouring down four days ago.

Four days ago I was at the Pub unexpectedly with my neighbour. The car ride with him home was... interesting to say the least.

The drive home was quiet between us, the silence felt suffocating. There was a crackle in the air, the car felt so small even though it was spacious. 

Every glance, every inhale and exhale of air felt like something was going to happen. My pulse raced and I didn't know what to say, the usual playful banter felt too much to engage in.

Not after everything he did. Paying for my food when he wasn't obligated to, getting Micheal away from me (even though he didn't know that I wanted Micheal gone), and giving me a ride home instead of biking home in the pouring rain.

Not even the guys who I dated ever did this much for me. It sounds really bad when I think about it but it's true. Plus I've never seriously dated someone for that long.