Not Just Acting (Negovanman)

Chapter 27

Finally, our date day has arrived. In approximately one hour, Natasha will be here to pick me up. I'm so nervous for this; I don't know why. Maybe it's because if I find the right moment, I will ask her to be my girlfriend. Oh god, what if she says no? There I am thinking about it again, and there I am shaking with nerves again. It needs to be perfect, and I can only hope there is the perfect moment for it.

I spend my time wandering around my house because I got ready like two hours ago. I wanted to be prepared. It turns out that I'm too prepared. I'm way too early in being done. Now I am bored. I end up in the living room, kicking my feet up on the table and sighing loudly. I start humming a song that I feel represents my feelings for Natasha.

My phone rings on the table in front of me and I scramble to pick it up, almost dropping it in the process. My mind automatically thinks it will be Natasha, which would be weird because she's picking me up in about thirty minutes, so I'm disappointed when it's not Natasha's face on the screen of my phone. Sorry Sharon.

"Hello?" I answer.

"Hey, what's up?" she asks cheerfully.

"Nothing, I'm just..." I pause because I know yelling will ensue once I say the truth. I prepare myself and move my phone a few inches away from my ear. "Waiting for Natasha to arrive for our date."

"OH MY GOD!" Sharon yells. "NO WAY! YOU'RE GOING OUT AGAIN?!"

"Yes, and I'm super nervous." I bring the phone back to my ear.

"You have nothing to be nervous about," she assures at a normally toned level. "You've been doing your cute thing for a while now and she's clearly into you. You two are perfect for each other

I smile. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"That's nice to hear from you," I admit. I'm overjoyed Sharon just said that because she knows us both so well from working on the show and hanging out. If anyone has an idea about who Natasha or I should date, it's her.

"Good, because I will keep repeating it, even after you get married."

"Oh my god." I feel my cheeks flush ready. "Too early. Please stop."

"Can I be a bridesmaid?" Sharon continues, giggling.

"Yes," I say sternly. I smirk when her quiet laughter immediately ceases. She was not expecting that. "That's what I thought. Now, what's up?"

"Well, I was going to ask if you wanted to hang out but it seems like you already have plans."

"Maybe tomorrow," I suggest.

"Unless she steals you tomorrow too," she mumbles with false bitterness.

"Aw, is Sharon jealous that somebody else gets to steal your friend's day?" I say in a baby voice.

"Pfsh, no. Of course not." She laughs sarcastically.

"Yeah, yeah." I roll my eyes with a smile. "I'll hang out with you another time though. Don't worry."

"Have fun on your date then!" Sharon says cheerfully, back to her normal self. "Get it, Bauman."

I laugh, "Okay, sure. Have a good day."

"Thank you. Bye"

"Bye." I remove the phone from my ear before hanging up.

Stuffing my phone in my back pocket, I decide to arrange the few shoes I have at the front door. I only have the important ones out here; the rest are in the closet. I organize a line of the four shoes before I'm bored again. Well, that took about two minutes. What can I expect?