Fragile- Rewriting

Chapter One - Rewritten

For the whole ten minutes that she was gone, I didn't move an inch to do any of the things she asked me to do. I was too focused on my book, on building my characters to even realize that she had gotten out already.

As soon as I heard the bathroom's lock click open, I rushed towards my closet to pick a random dress out for Ameilia, just like she requested.

What? She didn't say that the dress had to look good.

I suddenly had the worst type of leg cramps ever known to history as I struggled to stand up straight. I guess it serves me right? I have been sitting on my bed for hours, not even moving to get some coffee that I usually would at this point in time.

I was a mess.

"Are you serious? You had one job, Kat. Just one job," She rolled her eyes at me and snatched the dress from my hands.

"Technically, I had two jobs," I corrected with a smug smile. "Besides, my clothes are too ugly for you. Trust me, you don't want to wear them, I hardly have any dresses."

She shoved me to the side and put her hands on her waist. Amelia had a great eye for fashion, my entire wardrobe was designed by her as soon as we entered University. Even though we didn't go to the same one, we never lost contact. She was easily the greatest friend I ever had, now best friend.

"Didn't I warn you, like, years ago that if I see your closet the way it was again, I'll destroy it?" she turned around to glare at me.

I matched her glare with my own. "Didn't I warn you that the closet will go back to its old self in less than an hour?"

We stared at each other for a good minute or two.

"Very well," Amelia said. "Now get up and get ready, we only have an hour to get ready."

"An hour is more than enough, chill we have time," I yawned before sitting back down and put my laptop on my lap.

What I really needed right now, was coffee. Just enough to get myself going at one in the afternoon. So far I have the words "Chapter One" written as the caption, just great.

I love my productive days.

Today has been a different approach to writing in terms of, well, writing. I need a male protagonist that is the 'new big thing'. So far, I have the regular "bad boy status, with good hair, and a messed up background etc"

I keep my laptop aside and scan through my closet. I miss my family, especially Meghan, in case I didn't mention that yet.

I finally picked the dress I wanted. It was a modern-day dress with denim fabric, basically a jumper. I bought this dress a month ago but never had a chance to wear it, mostly because I have been hoarding myself in my house for as long as I can remember.

I closed my room door and lock it, in case Ameilia decides to barge in, and strip naked (with my underclothes on). I looked at my round belly, the one I have gained from my lack of movement throughout the month.

I never had a perfectly flat belly, to begin with, never had the skinniest thighs or arms. I had a rather healthy metabolism and was in the middle when it came to weight gain. I would either gain weight quickly or none at all.

Good thing this dress is a bit baggy for me, eh?

***

After arguing for a good ten minutes on who gets to drive, I finally take my seat on the driver's side. I mean, it is my dad's party after all, right?

"You're not even a good driver," Amelia comments, crossing her arms.

I smiled at her while putting my seatbelt on and demanding her to do the same. "Well, I never claimed to be perfect, so..." I bit my lip before turning the car on and leaving for my dad's house.

In a sense, you could say that Ameilia and I were matching. Just the colours of our dresses were similar. Black and White.

"Well, you failed the driving test the first time you took it, dummy," she flicked her bangs to the side of her ear.

"Um, you failed your written test, TWICE! Therefore, you should not be talking," I was quite proud of my remark.

Failing the written test is like failing the ABC's. It's almost impossible, however, Ameilia here decided to challenge that theory.

"For the tenth time, it wasn't my fault! How was I supposed to know that a really hot guy would be right in front of me?" She emphasized her last sentence.

"Whatever, just accept that I am driving and let's get the show going," I said, taking a sip of my mango bubble tea and chewing on the tapioca.

My dad lived two hours away from me. Which meant that I rarely got to visit him that often. Halfway through the drive, Ameilia remembers one of the most important things.

"So, like... what are we getting them?" The car stops on the red light as I slowly turn to glare at her.

Of course, how could I forget the most important thing? I swiftly take an exit from the high way and try to find the closest gift shop.

"Let's just quickly go into one of these and see what we can find," I mutter, turning my car off and taking big steps.

My father likes to do things in advance, and he has taught me to do the same since I was a child. So why did I think it would be a good idea to do this at the last minute?

"You're welcome, by the way," Amelia chirped in and interrupted my inner battle with myself. "If it wasn't for me, we wouldn't even be here," she shrugged.

I roll my eyes, not wanting to say something I shouldn't have. I couldn't blame her for reminding me late, I should have done this beforehand.

"Yes, thank you."

We strolled through Hallmark to see if we could find anything decent. Minutes later, my eyes caught two adorable "Mr. and Mrs." mugs. I scrambled forward to get my hands on them but before I could, a back came in front of me, as if to guard it.

"Excuse me," I said politely.

The man turned around with the mugs in his hands and stared at me.

"No," my words were barely audible.