Best Friend Rivalry | ○

05: Clichè dates

Tiana

My heart ached to see her like this, but at the same time, in my opinion, she was over reacting. She came home a wreck that night and ended up telling me what was wrong with her, as she sobbed and wailed as I stroke her hair till she fell asleep.

Leanne may not seem innocent at times, but when it came to love and things like sex, she was so pure and sensitive over the subject. She was one of the few people who still believed in romance and in 'fairy tale' love.

"Are you just going to stay in here and eat this again?" I went over to her and grabbed the tub of ice cream out of her hands. She sent me a death glare, before snatching it back, watching her as she resumed to slowly eat it.

It has been 2 days ever since she went on a date with her 'dream boy' and ever since then she's been sat on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, eating ice cream.

"Why shouldn't I eat it?!" She exclaimed, getting all defensive as she waved the ice cream tub around in the air and the metal spoon with her other hand.

I let out an irritated sigh.

I was in no mood to tell her the truth because when I did tell her the truth about how she was over reacting about the whole situation, she would just burst out crying and would throw a tantrum that was worse than a two years old. I just cannot deal with that today, especially when I had a date to attend.
Just because Leanne seems gentle and pure, her emotions and her tantrums are no jokes, I mean they get so strong it's scary.

I put on my black wedges, grabbed my handbag and keys. I opened the door ready to leave, but before I disappeared, I decided that I should try to at least have a decent conversation with her before I left, "You have the late night shift today or are you not going to work again?"

She fake coughed, "Ahem ahem, I'm ill today." she replied in monotone, as she blankly stared at the black television screen with a vacant expression on her face.

I rolled my eyes at her response. I have physically and mentally given up, so I just left her there. With a huff, I slammed the door shut.

There was nothing I could do to sort her out. She didn't want to talk about it; she didn't want to talk to him even though her god damn 'dream boy' has been trying to contact her since her damn phone DOES NOT STOP Fucking ringing!

I don't want it to result in asking the world on yahoo answers about 'how to sort a depressed best friend because she had an orgasm on a guy?'. Ridiculous right?

I got in the elevator, looking at myself in the elevator mirror as I, you know, did some finishing touches. I adjusted my black, knee length, tight black skirt and white collared blouse, which I tucked in under my skirt.

It was weird to say this, but never in my life have I been so ready and excited for a date, because normally I didn't really put much effort in trying to look great or even care about the date. The dates I went to before were so superficial or fake or I was just clearly not into it, but this was different. How different? I don't know.

I expected him to text me straight away during the 'little show' which I had given him at the club, but it truly shocked me that it took him 2 days to reach out to me and it shocked me, even more, when he decided to plan the date and decided to give me less than 12 hours' notice. This guy was truly different. Since half of my clothes were in the laundry basket, so I had to opt for the office look.

I got into my grey convertible car and made my way to my destination which he decided to pick and to me it was an 'eh' location, it was 3-star italian restaurant.
I just hope it won't be an average boring dinner date, because I expect so much from this guy. I mean who wouldn't? When he drove me crazy non-stop for 3 days? Then he makes me insane again with having my phone stuck to my face for 2 days, waiting for his a text or call.