Chapter 29

Mitch the Bitch:

[2:16]: hey, can we talk please?

[3:56]: I really am so bloody sorry, you're a really great person and I shouldn't have done that, I was a dick

Since when is he British? I ignore the text. Isn't worth my time. Now I am in relax mode so I can prepare for all the stress Savannah is going to give me this evening. I lay my phone on the towel I threw on the floor. Thank God my grandparents are clean freaks. I raise the volume of the music and sink deeper into the bathtub's water. Jesus Christ, I can' t relax. Usually I'm good at relaxing when I want to.

I go even deeper, so my head is completely submerged. I cover my face with my hands, my legs dangling from the rims. They're getting cold and I'm finding it hard to stay under any longer, but I don't want to go up. I want the world to swallow me whole.

Actually you know what?

Rose:

[4:01]: Stop copying stuff from the UK. I'm sure they'd be highly offended if a twat like you used their expressions. They're gentlemen and you are just a tosser, you arse.

[4:02]: Warmest regards, along with a two-fingered salute.

In case you haven't noticed, I really do like the UK. Once we went to Dover on a school trip and I fell completely in love with the White Horse. And we saw Buckingham Palace. Since then, I've always been interested in British stuff. I'm sure he's going to google the two-fingered salute thing. It has absolutely no meaning in the US, unless it's referred to the military. Which has a different meaning. Like, literally the opposite. Oh shit, wait. I used to say hello to people like that. I burst out laughing. Oops.

"How do I look?" I ask my grandparents, spinning around, but immediately regret it. I mean, yeah, I look fucking awesome, but I shouldn't ask because I shouldn't care, because if I did, that would mean caring that Savannah thinks I look good. Which I don't.

My dress is long, almost to my calves, black, and with a slit reaching my hips, but not to the point where you can see my black laced underwear. I am wearing it only because I want to feel good and it fits with the dress, nothing more. I swear. The dress has little rhinestones going up, as if I were the night sky. The only reason why I bought what Ava picked out for me because I wanted to, the rest she forced me to buy it. The skirt is kind of small, it doesn't exactly stick to my legs, but it doesn't blow up either, and it enhances my curves. The top, instead, has got a lace off the shoulder. I braided my hair and tied it up in a bun, leaving two strands out, dangling on the sides of my face. I really like doing that, yes, now leave me alone.

I put a shitload of rings and bracelets on, because, why not? And silver pendants, formed by a spiral and two little dangling chains on each earring. I put eyeliner and red lipstick, and I've got to admit I kind of look like a blonde version of Audrey Hepburn. Not that I consider myself that hot, God that woman is the most beautiful woman who ever existed, but the style's the same. Breakfast At Tiffany's style.

"Christ, woman, you look stunning." My grandad says.

"May I take a picture?" My grandma chimes in. Great.

I smile and make silly poses, so my grandma can save this memory into her smartphone, which still makes me laugh when I see it in her hands.

Once I'm done, I grab a pinkish denim jacket and a little black shoulder purse, while putting my wallet in it, phone in my other hand. I am going to be okay. It's just Savannah. Not Savannah Petroli, just Sav. To be honest both intimidate me at least a little bit.

I go to the door, take a deep breath, who knows for what goddamn reason, and open it. Savannah is outside, just turning into my driveway while frowning down at her phone. As she hears the door close, she looks up at me. A smile creeps onto her face, the same she gave me when she was singing in the tree-house. My poor ears.

"Ready to go?" She asks.

"Depends where." I reply.

"How about I bring you to the woods so I can murder you? Last time I tried the snakes with my face on them prevented me from doing my job."

"How about we just stick to a restaurant?"

"I was thinking sushi?"

"You were thinking well, I see." I smirk at her and she smiles back.

She offers me her arm and I take it. We walk towards our destination, the sushi restaurant where I came out to my mum and grandparents, in silence. It's oddly comfortable being in silence with her, I don't feel the need to fill in the gaps, we fill in each other just fine. Like I can be myself, and that includes both the talking and the 'just being.' It's already dark and you can see the hills illuminated by houses which make it look like the night sky above us, the same sky that my dress managed to catch. Everything belongs to the Universe after all, doesn't it?

"I wish I had something beautiful to compare you to, but I don't think anything is as beautiful as you." I hear her say. It's barely over a whisper, but it's as it was enough to make my heart explode.

"What?" I ask, coming to a stop, looking directly at her. She continues walking, then stops, her hands still in her black jeans' pockets with her black shirt tucked inside under her belt. She spins, a smile on her face. One that's both hot and cute and just makes me want to scream.

"I said I wish I had something beautiful to compare you to, but I don't think anything is as beautiful as you. Actually, I'm sure of it."

She walks towards me, her eyes never leaving mine, and stops when the tips of our feet are almost touching. My breath hitches as her hand reaches up and grabs my chin, forcing me to look up at her. She is just inches away, she is so close. My heart might actually fail me at the moment. The tingles are now electric shots pulsing in my veins, making every single part of my body alive. She makes me alive. Suddenly I feel like the closeness isn't enough, I want to be closer to her, I want more of her. She might be able to read my thoughts because she does get closer, the closest we can ever be, making me so light-headed my legs might just buckle while I pass out, her lips pressing onto mine. She tastes of roses and candy, she tastes like all the things I've ever loved. And now I know for sure, I can't stop it, I have fallen.