is the night she met the owner of the bar, Joey. After that night, she found herself spending more time at the bar. Being around him was fun. She had never laughed or cried so hard in her life than she had at what he said or did. The one thing she wanted at the time was for him to ask her out on a date, but he never did. They spent a fair amount of time together, but not once did they go out together.
Smiling to herself, she remembered how back then she had loved hanging out with Joey. He was close to being her next best friend, besides Skylar. They would sit down and talk about anything, and she missed that.
Maybe she could get Joey to tell her why he had stopped talking to her back then. He was slowly opening back up to her, but it was not like it was then.
Pulling up in Skylar’s driveway, she ripped her bag out and quickly ran inside. She needed to sort herself out and what she was wearing. She was a ball of nerves. She was never like this around him, but between the fact that they really hadn’t spent that much time together and the shock that he had actually asked her out, she was nervous as hell. She never got that with anyone. She could go up to any random person and start up a conversation.
“Skylar!” she called out.
Skylar waddled into her lounge room and sat on the sofa. “Why are you in such a hurry?”
Chantal grabbed her hand and pulled her up, and then down the hall to her room. “I have a date.”
“That’s nothing new,” Skylar mumbled.
What is her problem? She was fine the last time that she had seen her!
Throwing her bag onto Skylar’s bed, she turned and faced her. “Is everything alright?” she asked.
Skylar sat on her bed. “Yeah. I’ll tell you later, I don’t want to ruin your night. So, who is the lucky guy?”
Blushing, she whispered, “Joey.”
“What?” Skylar gasped.
“Joey asked me out on a date.” Pulling her bag open, she ripped all her clothing out that she had bought. “I need your help picking something out.”
Looking to the bed, Skylar said, “Usually you’re fine at picking out an outfit.”
Moving the items in piles, she smiled. “I know, but I want this to be perfect.”
“Where are you going?”
“Just going out to dinner, that I know of.” Nodding, Skylar went through all the clothing on the bed, setting aside what she thought would be perfect for her to wear. “I’d go with anything in this pile,” Skylar said as she pointed to it.
Lifting up the dress that was on top, she was happy that she had placed it in there. It was one of her favorites. It was dark purple with silver swirls all over it. The top half was fitting, like a corset, and the skirt flared out to her knees. The straps crisscrossed over her back, leaving her back bare to half way down.
“Ok. What about shoes?” she asked Skylar. Glancing at the dress again, Skylar got up, walked over to her closet, and picked up a pair of black strappy heels. After handing them to her, she sat back down.
Chantal sat down beside her, and knew something was bothering her. “Please, tell me what has you acting like this, Sky.”
“I’ll tell you after your date with Joey. It can wait, Chan,” Skylar whispered.
She pulled her into a hug. “I will cancel, if you want me to, Sky. I’m here for you, you know that.” She wanted to know what was wrong.
“No, I don’t want you to do that. Go and have fun, I’ll talk to you after that.”
Chantal looked at her, ready to reply, but Skylar interrupted.
“Chantal, go. It’s fine, really.”
Chantal knew she was not fine, but she also knew she wasn’t going to say anything, either.
“Ok. As long as you are alright.” Standing, she grabbed her outfit they had picked and moved towards the door.
“Call me, if you need me, ok?”
Pushing her out the door, Skylar laughed, “Just go, Chantal.”
Once she was at her car, she turned around and faced Skylar. Nodding towards her, she knew she would be all right, otherwise she would
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