Tinder - D.JH.

twenty

(bITHC THANK UOU FOR 6K OG YMGOD)

I check the time, three in the afternoon.

I'd been laying in my messy bed, staring up at the ceiling, overthinking for an hour. I've checked my phone more times than I can count, no notifications from Dan.

"Maybe he's still filming." I drag myself out of my bed and into my bathroom.

Turning on music, I take a shower and brush my teeth, letting my curly hair dry natural as I apply minimal makeup.

I go to my wardrobe in only my robe and pick out an outfit, a tan, white, and black striped sweater and a corduroy button up skirt. Under the skirt, I put on plain black tights and slip on some black over-the-knee boots.

"Good, okay." I sigh, pulling out my DSLR camera I had from uni when I majored in media and photography. Clicking it on video, I turn it around and start filming myself, "Hey everyone, so today I'm going to be making my first vlog!" I grin. "So, today I'm just going to make some food, maybe go out shopping, get some coffee, I dunno." I shrug, walking to the kitchen and setting up the camera to make some eggs.

After that, I pull on a long, calf length tan coat and vlog my train ride to the Starbucks on Sheldon Square, the one Dan and I went to on our date. After I get my coffee, I go to H&M, Boots, The Body Shop, Topshop, and Urban Outfitters, splurging a little bit while vlogging at every shop.

I catch the train back to the station closest to my house, stepping onto the platform and maneuver my way through crows of people, my camera held out in front of my face.

I get home at about eight and finally sign off to the camera. After checking my phone to see if I have any notifications from Dan, I pour myself a glass of red wine and change into my pyjamas, which is just a skeleton onesie and a pair of plain orange socks for the festivities.

When my phone rings, I put down the glass of wine and jog to my bedroom, instantly picking up the phone, thinking it was Dan, "Hello?" I ask.

"Hey!" Andrea's voice booms happily through the speaker.

"Oh, what's up?" I ask, still enthusiastic that my best friend was calling.

"Not much. I have a recipe for butterbeer in my purse and I was wondering if I could c--," I cut her off.

"Can you come over? On a completely butterbeer unrelated note?" I ask, laughing into the phone.

"Wow, I'm so glad you asked. I wouldn't have even thought to bring that up!" she says sarcastically.

"Bring your spooky pyjamas." I say.

"I'm already two steps ahead of you." she replies.

"Meaning?" I ask.

"Meaning, I was already on the train in my onesie and some boots on the way to your house as we speak." she says seriously.

"Oh, my God. Are you getting any weird looks?" I ask.

"Babe, this is London. Everybody's used to it." she says lowly into the phone and I nod my head, agreeing silently. "I'll see you in like five minutes." she says before hanging up.

I light some autumnal candles and hang up some orange fairy lights in my kitchen awaiting her arrival. I quickly send Dan a text to check and see if he's okay.

When she knocks, I open the door to see Andrea standing there in chunky black Uggs, a onesie that matches mine except it's white with black bones instead of inverted, her face is free of makeup and her hair is up in a plaited pony with a little purple band at the bottom.

"Hi!" I squeal, hugging her. I was already feeling better now that she was here, maybe it'd even take the distraction away from Dan...

"Hey!" she hugs back, throwing down her black purse so she can hug me better. "I've missed you so much!" she sighs into my shoulder.

"Andrea, it's been like two days." I say, pulling back.

"Exactly!" she exclaims, "It's been so long."

"I started YouTube today." I blurt out and Andrea's mouth drops open. "Well, I just started, I filmed today but I haven't edited or posted yet." I explain.

"Yay! I'm so happy for you!" Andrea say, rubbing my shoulders.

"And I was hoping that we could make a cute little video of our sleepover?" I ask, my voice going higher with each word.

"Of course!" Andrea exclaims.