Inked Memories (Dedicated to Ri), chapter 7
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The next day I was awoken by the obnoxious sound of my cell phone; someone had just texted me. I rose out of my bed wearing a grubby 'Misfits' t-shirt that fitted me like a sack...comfy though. I rubbed my eyes and yawned. Shit! Now I have panda eyes...and they had even gone and imprinted themselves on my pillow too... lovely, just need to add a few more smudges and my pillow would look like an exact replica of the Crimson Ghost which was already on my t-shirt anyway. I glared at my phone.
'Urgh, why did it have to wake me up now??? Especially with that goddamn ring tone! I'll have to change it soon; its sound makes me feel slightly suicidal...' I thought. I picked up the cheap gadget and squinted at its neon glowing screen.
"You have one message waiting in your inbox."
"Well, DURH!" I shouted at the hunk of crap. I had realised that I had been talking to a lot of my electrical appliances lately...I MUST be going crazy...I opened the message...
"Hey, I think you tried calling me yesterday, must've been crap signal, how about coffee in Starbucks at 11? See you there, BJ xxx"
Oh my fuckin' God. Billie Joe had texted me. He had put kisses on the text. But more importantly, I was getting coffee with him! How did he know I loved coffee? What was I going to wear? Hair up or down? Café Latte, or Cappuccino? These were a few of the questions that ran through my head, with the 'And why are there crumbs in my bed?' question following.
I decided to get up, either that or I'd miss my date with Billie... Date? Hah! I wish. No, erm, it was a...erm, casual meeting. Yeah, that's it. God, I wished it was a date...dammit. Yet again my brain was wandering off on a course of randomness, nothing new.
I eventually (after much thought) chose to wear some tight, ripped jeans and a black and red top. Nothing fancy, but the material flattered my curves and to tell the truth, I actually looked quite something in this outfit. I grabbed my cell phone and wallet and jumped down onto the street to go and meet the man of my dreams.
'Urgh, why did it have to wake me up now??? Especially with that goddamn ring tone! I'll have to change it soon; its sound makes me feel slightly suicidal...' I thought. I picked up the cheap gadget and squinted at its neon glowing screen.
"You have one message waiting in your inbox."
"Well, DURH!" I shouted at the hunk of crap. I had realised that I had been talking to a lot of my electrical appliances lately...I MUST be going crazy...I opened the message...
"Hey, I think you tried calling me yesterday, must've been crap signal, how about coffee in Starbucks at 11? See you there, BJ xxx"
Oh my fuckin' God. Billie Joe had texted me. He had put kisses on the text. But more importantly, I was getting coffee with him! How did he know I loved coffee? What was I going to wear? Hair up or down? Café Latte, or Cappuccino? These were a few of the questions that ran through my head, with the 'And why are there crumbs in my bed?' question following.
I decided to get up, either that or I'd miss my date with Billie... Date? Hah! I wish. No, erm, it was a...erm, casual meeting. Yeah, that's it. God, I wished it was a date...dammit. Yet again my brain was wandering off on a course of randomness, nothing new.
I eventually (after much thought) chose to wear some tight, ripped jeans and a black and red top. Nothing fancy, but the material flattered my curves and to tell the truth, I actually looked quite something in this outfit. I grabbed my cell phone and wallet and jumped down onto the street to go and meet the man of my dreams.
