A couple days had passed, and it was now Saturday, the day I was supposed to go to dinner with Harry. I had been so confused and surprised as to why he had even come over to my house in the first place. Considering that he did, I wished he would’ve come here earlier so I could’ve actually talked to him and hung out with him before my dad got back.
To make his unexpected arrival even more confusing, he basically just flat out asked me out, I hardly say he asked though, more like told me he was going to pick me up. I didn’t understand why he even asked me or why he apparently wanted to do it in person instead of just doing the easy thing and asking over text. I guess in a way I do understand because over text it would’ve been easier for me jut to say no because it wouldn’t have mattered if my dad came home or not.
When my dad had gotten back though, Harry had begun texting me again, and was telling me about his ideas and plans for picking me up tomorrow. Unfortunately he just had to be texting me when my dad had gotten home, and ever since I had quickly slammed my phone down so he couldn’t see who I was texting, my dad has been a bit suspicious.
I’ve had to be careful just not to really text at all when he’s around now, because now he pestered me even more about who I was texting, and was always walking behind me to glance at what I was doing on my phone. I’m just happy he didn’t bother to say anything to me again about it.
I guess he thought he was being sneaky or something with it, but he really couldn’t make it more obvious that he was trying to see who I was texting on my phone or just what I was doing in general on it.
I had just woken up this morning to the sound of my phone. At first I was a bit confused since I didn’t set my alarm last night.
After sitting up to try and wake myself up more, I grabbed the phone and saw that the device was just signaling that I had received a text. My first thought goes to Harry, but I was wrong once I saw Bella’s name shown up on the screen.
When I read the text about her talking about the shopping plan, I mentally slapped myself. I had completely forgotten about the shopping day with Bella when I was making plans with Harry. I could probably barely make it to both; I just had to be careful about the time when I’m with Bella because she could shop all day if she wants to.
I probably wouldn’t have to worry about this if Harry would’ve picked a different time. I didn’t understand why he chose five as the time to pick me up; I mean that is pretty early. If he would’ve chosen a later time like seven or eight, I probably would’ve been done shopping with Bella by then. Then again my dad would possibly be home at that time, and it would not be easy to have Harry pick me up, and could just lead to conflict with my dad.
I eventually got out of bed, and answered Bella’s text by telling her that I’d be ready in about twenty minutes. I went into my closet to find something that I should wear. I want something that I could wear shopping and to Banderas in case I didn’t have time to change. My normal shopping attire wasn’t going to cut it because Banderas was a particularly a fancy restaurant. I soon just decided on dark jeans, a crème sweater with a big folded collar, and a yellow plaid scarf.
Once I was dressed and had my hair and makeup done, I slipped on a pair of dark brown boots and then headed downstairs for breakfast.
“Good morning Gabi,” my dad said once he saw me arrive in the kitchen.
“Good morning,” I said back.
“Already ready to go shopping today?” he said and smiled.
“Yep,” I answered as I grabbed some bread out of the pantry and put it into either side of the toaster.
My dad and I both sat down once what we were each making for breakfast was done. I probably reminded my dad fifteen times to remember to get strawberry jam since we were out of it and I just had to settle with butter on my toast.
He told me that he would be stopping at the grocery store after work today so hopefully in the matters of time that will work in my favor. I soon finished my toast and drank up the rest of my glass of orange juice as I was walking over to the sink.
Once my dad and I had the kitchen all cleaned up, I went back upstairs to my room to grab my phone and purse and any other random things that I felt I might need to shove in my purse, and then I headed back downstairs. I sat down in the small nook area near my front door, and then sent Bella a text telling her that I was ready.
She replied a few minutes later saying that she was already on her way. Close to ten minutes, maybe less passed and Bella was now ringing my doorbell. I opened the door, and then called out to my dad that I was leaving and once he responded I walked out the front door and closed it. I followed Bella out to her car and got in the passenger seat as she got in the drivers seat.
“Okay so right when we get there we are going to run to that store and search everywhere until we find it,” Bella told me, and dead serious tone to her voice.
“Okay but first I think we should check the pace where you actually saw it,” I told her.
“Well duh, I’m going to check there and you will check all around the rest of the store just in case it got moved or something like that. We’re not taking any chances,”
“I can’t believe that we’re now going back to a store to get a jacket that you said you didn’t think you wanted because the color wasn’t bright enough,” I told her.
“I was just trying to talk myself out of buying it because I really didn’t think I needed it. But now I bought this really cute shirt, and I realized that it would go perfectly with the jacket,” she explained.
“You and your clothes,” I laughed at her, and she jokingly stuck her tongue out at me as she continued to drive out of the neighborhood and get on the highway that led to the outdoor shopping center.
“Did you look everywhere?” Bella asked me for probably about the fifth time.
“Yes, I circled the place at least three time,” I told her.
She let out an annoyed groan, “Let’s just go,” she said, and I followed her out of the store.
We’d been in the store where she saw the jacket for about an hour. Circling the store, asking every store employee it they had the jacket in stock still, and going through every single clothing rack, even in the men’s area.
“I can’t believe that they didn’t have the jacket,” Bella complained as we walked out of the store.
“I can,” I said, “I told you that they weren’t going to have it,”
“Whatever,” Bella sighed, trying her best to get over it.
“Let’s go in there,” she said, pointing at a clothing store that was a few stores down from where we currently were.
I nodded in agreement, and walked with her until we arrived at the entrance. The glass doors slid open, allowing us to walk in as we approached them.
“Oh that dress is cute,” Bella, said seconds after we walked in, instantly forgetting about that jacket once she saw something new.
I walked over to the part of the store she ran off to so she could show me the dress. Bella and I walked around and looked at all the clothes until Bella had enough that she was ready to try on. I however hadn’t found any clothes that I liked enough to try on or consider buying. I spend most of my time in skating clothes that I don’t see the need to have a ton of other clothes; Bella however doesn’t see it that way.
“Help me find a dressing room, there aren’t any over here,” Bella told me.
“There’s one over there,” I told her, pointing a section over to the sign marked dressing room.
“That’s in the men’s section though,” she complained.
“It doesn’t matter where it is, they’re all the same,” I said, trying not to laugh at how ridiculous she can be.
She rolled her eyes at me, and then walked over to the dressing rooms.
“Just wait out here,” Bella told me and got one of the tags that said how many clothing items she had, and then disappeared into the hall of dressing rooms.
I looked around the area in hopes of maybe finding a chair or bench for me to sit on, but there was nothing. I sighed and crossed my arms as I waited.
As I looked around at the people shopping in the nearby sections, I noticed a person who looked very familiar. I couldn’t see the face so I didn’t know for sure who it was, but the untamed, dark hair gave him away. I looked behind me to make sure Bella was still in the dressing room before walking over to him.
“Hey,” I said to him once I stood on the other side of the rack he was looking at.
He jumped back a bit, slightly surprised by my sudden presence, but he recovered.
“Fancy seeing you here,” he said as he continued to slide through hangers.
“What are you doing here?” I asked him.
“I believe I can ask you the same question,” he told me.
“Well can you answer the question?” I asked.
“I’m buying some new clothes for our date tonight,” he informed me.
Date? Was it a date? I didn’t think it was, I should’ve known he thought it was though. The thought didn’t occur to me that he would think this is a date. I guess it could be classified as a date; I just didn’t want to consider it one.
“So what are you doing here?” he asked after my moments of not responding.
“I’m shopping with Bella,” I said, pointed over at the dressing rooms to tell him that’s where she was right now.
Just as I look over there though, I saw her just walking out.
“Got to go,” I quickly said, leaving him confused as I ran back over to Bella, hoping that she didn’t notice that I was over there.