*This work is purely fiction, or something like that. Based upon a dream i had involving a very close Friend of mine ~blows kisses to Her~. Names were altered to give Her the privacy She deserves, but published for mostly Her enjoyment. Enjoy!* ~*the kitten*~
An unexpected yet pleasant surprise.
Star absently brushed at her jeans, to rid herself of invisible dust, trying to ignore the tight feeling within her chest, and the butterflies darting around within her stomach. She knew this trip was foolhardy at best, being as Bridgette did not know that she was coming to see Her. The idea struck Star while they were chatting on MSN, when Star asked Bridgette what it was she wanted for Yule, or Christmas in this case, as that is what Bridgette celebrates, not Yule. Astoundingly, Bridgette had replied, 'You and only you.'. Now at first, she did say nothing. Well it was actually, nothing that I can have, so Star was thinking along the lines of a vacation. Bridgette worked just about as much as Star, pulling over time, and double shift days often, for no other reason then to pull in more money, which it never really seems to do, as the extra always seems to go to taxes and everything of the like. So Star let it go, and didn't ask again.
This was around the beginning of December. Around a week before Christmas, Star asked again, only to stare dumbfounded at her message text, at the reply. Star got her address from her, by telling her she would send Bridgette a card with a picture of her newest hair style. Chunky blonde streaks, one of Star's favorites. Then, on the sly, for Star's parents wouldn't approve, she bought a bus ticket to Bridgette's area, or as close as she could get to it, and told her parents that Bridgette had bought it for her, in the hopes they would not refuse her going in that instance. What could they do? Star was 21 going on 22 soon, and while she lived at home she was an adult. They let her go. Star took the last five days of her vacation, and scheduled it over a weekend. For two reasons. One, Star did not work weekends, so they would not count for her vacation days. Second, she knew Bridgette had gotten off the weekend after Christmas for personal days, they had spoken of it. So now, here she was, on a Greyhound, minutes from the depot, trying to squelch the uneasiness that plagued her.
When the driver called for the stop, her heart leapt into her throat, and she swallowed down the uneasiness. She grabbed her carryon, and her luggage bag from the top slot, and got off the bus. Swiftly Star moved away from the crowds of people, fighting to find a spot in a corner where she could sit and gather herself before the last end of the journey. She refused to think of the reaction she would get from Bridgette, other then it being joyful.
After most of the turmoil died down, she moved towards the outside, to hail down a cab, hoping one was available, and she didn't miss them all in her wait. Sure enough there was one.. she set her stuff in the trunk, slid into the cab and gave the cabbie the address. Then she settled down to wait, rubbing slightly sweaty palms on the legs of her black corduroy pants. She dressed nicely for this occasion, more so then her normal everyday clothes, yet not enough to be called 'dress clothes'. Low rise black corduroy pants, frayed at the tops and bottoms, black t-shirt with a silver playboy bunny on it, and her black duster. Black agrees with Star on most days. To top it off, she styled her hair slightly. A shocker for those that know her, for she never does much to it, but the sides are pulled back with silver clips. Upon her feet are what her sister terms "fuck me boots"; Knee high black leather, with a square, but short heels.
