I'm coming

These words make me freeze for a second before my heart tries to leap out of my chest. 

Bloody hell

I look back at my old battered phone and realise that what I am seeing is not some fantasy but the reality 

What am I going to do now?

I look at the sweatshirt and jeans that I was planning to wear to my sisters birthday and all of a sudden the 'Captain America' T-shirt seems too bland

I get myself out of the comforter lying on my bed and open my small wardrobe to find something else to wear

As I fling the clothes out I briefly wonder what spirit had passed me to only buy hoodies, sweatshirts, pyjamas and jeans

Why didn't I get a dress?

I don't have a single dress. That is the cold hard truth. Too late to regret giving all of my clothes to my dear little sister 

"What is all this?" My mothers voice awakens me from my grief making me look up.

I sigh and say in a voice that is close to irritation "I don't have a dress" 

My mother gives me a confused look "So what?" 

"I am going to a party and I don't have anything good to wear, Mom" I explain while burrowing my head between my knees

Maybe I shouldn't go. But then Sasha will kill me, but then-

"I don't get this Ava" My mother tells me in a baffled tone "You never cared about what you wore. You never had a good taste in clothes-" Gee thanks mom "So why now?" 

I briefly wonder about her words. Why now?

Is it too weird that I just want to look good in the party? Is it-

"Wait!" Mom says in a excited voice "Are you turning into a girl now?" 

Am I supposed to be offended?

Before I can ponder over and decide on a facial expression that would represent my feelings, I am grabbed into a hug 

I pull myself back and look at my mother who had tears shining in her eyes and a look of pride and pure joy 

Just because I asked for a dress?

Mom pulls back sniffling a bit and tells me while putting her hands on my shoulders "I knew this day would come. Come on I have something for you" 

This is definitely getting weird

***

I fiddle with the gold bracelet on my right wrist and smooth my dress for the 50th time. To say that I was nervous would be an understatement 

I look around admiring the small dining hall in the basement of the restaurant where the party was supposed to start at 3 'o' clock. 

Looking at my watch, I realise that it is 3:15 now. Maybe I shouldn't have rushed here at 3. 

Where is Sasha anyway? This is her birthday isn't?

I open my phone and see the red notification dot on my Instagram app. I open it and realise that he had texted me.

I open our chats and a giddy smile spreads on my face as I look at the text 

'Where are you? Why are you not here?'

A confused frown makes its way to my face and before I can reply, loud sounds of clatters of feet makes its way to my ears 

I look up and see my sister coming down the stairs with her friends. She sees me and gives me a radiant smile making me smile back, my gaze moves up and stops at him.

My heart thuds hard when I see him talking to a guy that I have seen before but not really bothered to know.

I type at the phone quickly and anxiously look at him laughing. He stops and pulls out his phone and looks at it and then gazes down, his gaze flicking around until it rests on me. 

He looks at his phone and types something before looking at me 

My phone pings and I look at the text 

'You look good'

My heart tries to fly out of my chest as I type '

'You do too'

Then I smile at him before making my way towards the guy I had been talking to on Instagram for the past few months