Let Me In

The doorbell rang at about 10am and I was a total mess. I had called Lisa for some advice, since she was more into this scene than me, before I drove myself nuts; it’s not like I had never been to a concert, but this was different. Mike was supposed to pick me up any time and I hadn’t even packed - much less thought about getting dressed; I knew nothing about touring and I had never been good at packing as it is.

“Oh, thank God you’re here! I’ve literally been freaking out all day,”

“Sarah, the day just started…” she said and I stared at her with guilt “Oh jeez, did you even sleep last night?” my silence was enough of a response for her. “Don’t worry about it, hun, you’ll be alright, you’re overthinking all this!” We headed into the closet and it was a total mess. I had gone through pretty much my entire wardrobe and I couldn’t set my mind straight; the nerves were getting to me.

“I’m scared Liz,” I finally admitted as we kept on going through my closet “I mean, am I moving too fast?” we hadn’t defined anything - if there was anything to define anyway, since there was always the possibility that it’s all in my head. Every encounter since the day we met seemed to be blending in my head, however at the same time they were crystal clear; oh fuck, now even my train of thought makes no sense. Great.

“Awh, Sarah you like him!” Lisa cheered.

“No. Yes. I don’t know. Shut up.” I retorted, making her laugh even more “I don’t know what I’m feeling Liz, I don’t know what’s going on right now.”

“Look, you don’t choose who you love, Sarah. Love is a feeling, not a decision. You just gotta deal with it and there’s no turning back,”

“Wait, who said love? I don’t love him. Lisa stop!” I yelled in half an awkward laugh, throwing a shirt at her “Let’s go back to the task at hand, and that is packing!”

“Alright, alright, let’s start with something simple; shoes,” she said and this began the most intense lecture on wardrobe I have ever gotten. “You’re most likely gonna be at a non-formal venue, so I’d recommend some vans or converse style shoes. Then you’ll probably go to an after party, so maybe pack one pair of comfortable heels. Then you’ll walk a lot at the Canyon, so consider taking some trainers if you’re not the type of girl who walks with sneakers.”

I noted all this and went through my not-so-extensive collection of shoes and picked the new cherry and gold-colored converse I had gotten last week as well as my thick, platform booties and my running shoes.

“Now that you have that, let’s look at pants. The venue will be hot, so I definitely recommend some shorts. Maybe a pair of jeans for the day and some leggings for the travel. Also maybe something comfortable for when you go hiking - running shorts work”
I picked my two of my high waisted, ragged jean shorts as well as a navy blue pair of skinny jeans, two pairs of leggings and two pairs of running shorts.

“As for shirts…” she muttered elongating her words “let’s get you some crop-tops and maybe a couple of tanks. No button ups unless flannels that are intentionally left unbuttoned. Some long shirts for traveling and casual looks go well too.”

I dug through my drawers and pulled out my long gray tank top, the burgundy colored Ramones t-shirt that my sister had given me a couple of years ago, as well as three simple tanks: two white and one black, and finally two flannels; one with black and gray tones and the other one with burgundy and yellow tones.

“Also, you’re gonna be in a hotel in Vegas, there’s a high chance you’ll end up by the poolside so pack a swimsuit as well as some appropriate outerwear for that,” oh shit I hadn’t planned for this. I was going to be around 3 beautiful models and they were all going to flaunt their model bodies; I began to feel a little intimidated, but at the same time I had to stay confident. I dug around my drawers and found my favorite swim suit as well as some flip flops, and a white beach cardigan.

“Finally, the last yet most important part of your wardrobe has to be your underwear.”

“Liz, no”

“Yes! Sarah, whether either of you wants to have the balls to say anything, you’re clearly smitten for one another, and eventually one of you will make the moves on the other, so you might as well wear the best of your best for that moment.” I knew in a way she was right, but I was just hoping that Mike wouldn’t just ‘seal the deal’ and disappear; the more my feelings grew for him, the more scared I was for this moment to come. The rational part of me knew that after the other night things weren’t just gonna end after a one night stand, but I’d grown up to be very self conscious of myself.

“Now, what are you going to wear?” she asked and in all honesty, I had no idea. My silence was enough response for her to head back into the closet and dig around a little more until she found the ‘perfect’ outfit: it was another pair of ragged shorts, my ‘la lune le soleil’ tank and my black converse, as well as my burgundy California hoodie. “this will be good,”

I took Liz’s advice and began to look through my underwear drawer and found the best pieces of underwear I owned and slammed them into my bag, I truly wondered how I had managed to fit all of those things into one suitcase but I had done it. Liz and I had a quick lunch at my place and talked about what she would do during my absence since I’d be gone from Thursday until Sunday

“There’s this cute guy I met at the GYM a couple of days ago, and he texted me today to hang out so I’ll keep you posted on that,” she said, happily. I was glad to see that Liz was feeling better; after the whole thing with her brother she had been very concerned and distracted both at work and outside, however he was having a speedy recovery and since he had his girlfriend there she felt a little better about leaving.

A couple of minutes into us talking about work, the phone rang. Mike’s silly photo popped into the screen within seconds and I felt a knot build inside my throat that made it hard to swallow.

“Hello?” I answered in the most confident tone of voice I had.

“Hey, it’s me,”

“I know many me’s”

“You’re a funny girl aren’t you?”

“So I’m told,”

“I’m leaving my house in about ten minutes, so be ready,”

“Alright, see you soon.”

“Hey Sarah?”

“Yes?”

“I’m glad you’re coming with me,” he said with a different tone of voice. Before he was just being playful like we always were on the phone, but there was this touch of realness in his voice over that last comment that made my heart beat fast.

“I’m glad you invited me,” I smiled, feeling the blood rush to my cheeks and I could see in Lisa’s expression this huge “I told you so” that I really didn’t want to see, so I moved my eyes away from her and within seconds of saying bye, Mike hung up.

“So, what did he say?” she jumped with excitement.

“He’ll be here in like 20 minutes,”

“Okay, it’s time for me to go. You’ll be great, I promise.” she said before we walked to the door, she then gave me a tight hug and left. It was only a matter of time until my most awaited trip began/

Notes

Hey everyone!
I hope you're enjoying the story so far!

I decided that sometimes I'll post the outfits I plan here on the comments just for fun!

This is Sarah's traveling outfit as well as her luggage and stuff
http://www.polyvore.com/sarahs_travel_look/set?id=190591272

These are some of her must haves in a trip:
http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=190594972 Sarah


Hope you guys enjoy it!