Surprise sneak peak! Yaaaay! I’m so sorry I’ve been missing in writing action lately. I’ve been quite ill, and only starting to feel normal again. Just barely. Back to work and study yay. But I missed you and I missed writing! So here’s a little sneak peak of this weekend’s update. Don’t worry, it’s still related to the LA Mini Series and it’s quite happy!
Thank you for the feedback too about the bestfriend name thing. I decided to give her a name for the story just to make it easier. But feel free to substitute according to your besties name when you read this! Alright. Enjoy this sneak peak, and come talk to me here. All the love! xxxxx Anna
‘So this must be how a boyfriend feels like while waiting in stores when their girlfriends shop, or while they wait for their girlfriends to get ready,’ you thought bitterly.
You have been in the same spot for the last hour waiting for your bestfriend Kate to get ready. Rather, you have been in the same spot for the last hour watching Kate do everything BUT get ready.
She was still in her dressing robe, fluffing around, pacing back and forth her tiny flat and gathering a few bits and pieces. It was driving you insane.
Normally, this would be fine. You could even say that this was a normal occurrence now everytime you had a night out. But tonight you just did not have the patience for it, and you just can’t hide your irritation any longer.
“Remind me when I get a boyfriend,” you started, “to never make him wait like this. On me, on anything. Heck, I won’t even take him shopping with me. This is plain torture.”
You were behaving like a small child ready to throw the tantrum of all tantrums and you knew it. But you couldn’t help but be whiny and complaining if only to Kate. She’d understand. You’d been friends long enough to behave like spoilt brats in front of each other.
“There, there,” she said as she patted your head, treating you like the child you were being.
“But Kaaaaaate,” you whined as you dramatically collapsed into her bed, “can we just go now?”
“Y/N,” her tone was very patient with you, as if she was speaking to a young misbehaving child, “I’m not ready yet. I haven’t even decided what to wear and I haven’t done my make-up!”
“Oh, but you look fine!” you assured her. And you weren’t just saying that so you could finally leave. Kate has always been beautiful to you, no matter what she was wearing or how she did her make-up.
“Fine won’t do tonight. I have to look, like, I don’t know? Mega babe?”
“But you already are a mega babe!”
“You’re just saying that cos you want to leave,” she laughed, “but thanks. I know that already though?” she said as she poked her tongue out.
“Kate, you’re lovely. He would be stupid not to see that. Or you know, not get with all that tonight.”
“You know what? You’re right. I’m a fucking catch, okay? He’s lucky to even be the object of my desire, you know?”
“That’s my girl,” you smiled. As annoyed you were that you were spending what was supposed to be a lovely Friday night in at home in your pyjamas, you couldn’t help but smile. Kate was your bestest friend and you would do anything for her. And if it was being wingman at some party where the love of her life will be, then so be it.
“What’s the time anyway?” she asked.
You checked your phone. It was almost ten thirty at night. “Almost 10:30,” you called out.
She was practically inside her wardrobe that you can’t see her at all underneath all that pile of clothes.
“Holy shit, why didn’t you tell me it was this late?”
“Umm what do you think I’ve been doing for the last hour?”
“Fair call, mate. Touche. So,” she said as she emerged from her wardrobe holding up two identical looking dresses, “what do you think of these?”
“The first one. With that cute lace bit,” you said pointing to the dress on her right.
“Yeah, but do you think it’s too revealing? Like I’m worried it will send out the wrong message, you know?”
You laughed out loud. “You do realise you’re dragging me to this thing tonight, against my will, mind you, to be your wingman and you’re worried your dress is sending the wrong message?”
“Oh my god, you’re right! I can’t wear either of these. I need a dress so hot it can be my wingman!”
You grabbed one of her pillows and threw it across the room, but she managed to duck pretty quickly that you completely missed her. You gave up. There was no way this process could be sped up, and you were mentally kicking yourself for rushing out home, thinking you had no time to get ready because Kate said to meet her at 9:30. You should have known this was going to happen. Maybe you would felt more ‘party ready’ if you had time to at least make a bit of an effort with how you looked.
“That’s it,” you said as you got up the bed to go where the pantry was, “I’m getting drunk.”
You raided Kate’s pantry, knowing full well that she stocks up on wine regularly. You cracked open a bottle, not bothering with a glass anymore, and drank straight from the bottle.
You walked over to where Kate was. It looks like she finally decided on a dress (thank goodness for that) and was wearing a red number that made her look really hot. She was sitting by her dresser now, carefully curling her hair.
“So where did you say this party was again?” you asked, realising you knew nothing about what’s happening tonight except for the fact that you were going to a party and Kate’s love interest will be there and she needs your help.
“Umm, at someone’s flat, I think. I have the address on my phone.”
“Yeah, but where is that thought?” you asked as you gulped the wine as fast as you could.
Kate pretended not to hear you, and instead focused her attention on curling the section of hair closest to her face.
You didn’t like the sound of this at all. She usually did this when she knew you wouldn’t approve of her answer, like that time she told you she was going on a date with this douchebag in your first year of University.
“Kate, where are we going?” you asked again.
“Umm, Peckham,” she said, not meeting your eye.
“Fucking hell,” you practically yelled. So maybe you were overreacting. But Peckham wasn’t exactly the area you’d think of when it comes to a party. In fact, the south London suburb had quite a reputation. Peckham was said to be dodgy, full of the rowdy and the not so nice neighbourhood had its fair share of being the butt of many jokes.
“I knew you’d not want to go if I said we were going to Peckham.”
“Honestly, Kate. I’m giving up my nicely planned Friday night to party in Peckham? I thought we were going to Chelsea. Or Marylebone at the least. But Peckham? Really?”
“Heeeyyyy,” she argued, “it’s not that bad. Have you not heard? Everyone’s saying that Peckham is the new IT neighbourhood. Celebrities are moving there, the scene is thriving, and now it’s super cool! See? We’re actually being ahead of the trend here cos we’re so cooooool.”
Of course that’s what people in Peckham would say and you weren’t buying it. Unfortunately it was too late to back out now. Not with Kate sitting here like this is the most important thing in the world.
“Fine. But I’m taking my pepper spray and we’re taking a cab to this place.”
“Yes! Yes. I’ll even pay for the cab, whatever. Anything to get you to come with, okay? So we’re going to Peckham,” she grinned victoriously at you.
You rolled your eyes before laughing. “I guess so. This better be worth it, Kate. You better marry this guy and have lots of babies and make me their cool aunty.”
“That’s the plan. I really hope he turns up to this party tonight, though. That would be a good start.”
“KATE!!!!! What the fuck do you mean you’re not even sure if he’s coming or not?”
“Well, I’m not sure if he is. But I’m willing to take a chance. Because that’s what you do when you really like someone. You take chances. You make it happen. You at least try.”
How could you argue that? How could you even be mad at your bestfriend for taking you to some dodgy party at a dodgy neighbourhood for someone who you weren’t even sure was going to turn up.
But here she was, ready to take a chance. It was more than you could ever say you’ve done. While she was out there, grabbing life and love by the balls, you preferred to stay comfortably in the sidelines, all your energy and focus devoted to things you could control like building up your career and making a name for yourself.
“Kate, that was deep as fuck,” you smiled, “now can you please hurry the fuck up so we can get to dodgy Peckham?”
You were starting to swear a lot more than usual, a sure sign that you should take it easy on the wine. You steadied yourself as you put the bottle down and got comfy in Kate’s bed.
“Someday, Y/N, and I don’t know when yet, but you are going to thank me for dragging you out tonight. Who knows what could happen tonight?”
“Hmm,” you answered skeptically, not quite knowing how to respond to that. You highly doubt it, anyway. What was there for you in dodgy old Peckham? Nothing. You were about to open your mouth and say another sarcastic comment when you stopped yourself. You’ve made your point already, whining and complaining all night, and you weren’t about to subject Kate to any of that any longer.
But the funny thing about all this, is that there really is no way of foreseeing what lies ahead.
How were you supposed to know that between your ‘I don’t want to go out tonight’ attitude to your comments about ‘dodgy Peckham’, that this was the night that would change everything?