Amber Breth
❝From error to error one discovers the entire truth.❞
❝From error to error one discovers the entire truth.❞
Amber wasn't surprised about Violet's reaction, pulling her hand away almost instantly. Actually, she hadn't planned on everyone else's reaction being negative as well, so her guilt thickened a bit. She knew it wasn't fair to throw Violet under the bus for the sake of distraction, but sometimes Amber got her priorities mixed up. It seemed like everyone already knew what had happened to Violet but Amber, and they told her to let it go. She wasn't very used to feeling rejected, even though that's not exactly what happened. Amber is a bit sensitive, and though she is smart in a way where she constantly wants to learn more, she lacks being able to understand everything without explanation. She got very quiet after Nathan and Lacy told her two, other than whispering the start of an apology. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to..." she trailed off though, getting cut off by Lacy's announcement of wanting a milkshake.
She listened to the conversation of alcohol, knowing she had no idea what they were talking about. She'd never really drank before, so she didn't really know what to think of it. She'd been to tons of parties and seen people getting drunk, and how they acted, but she herself had never done it. She was able to have a good time without anything helping her, her socialness made it easy to communicate. She didn't need a confidence boost, and she danced fine without it. Maybe at the party she'd try it.. But then again she'd still have to drive home. She debated for a few moments but Lacy had already called the waiter back over.
She couldn't help but fix her hair a bit as he came, and sat quietly with a friendly smile as Lacy ordered for the two of them.
"Hi, love. I'd love a peanut-butter and chocolate milkshake and Red over here wants vanilla. And, if you're interested, her number is..."
Amber blushed again, and said in an amused exclamation, "Lacy!.." and gently nudged her in the side. The waiter laughed a little, and walked away to get their order.
"Oooh, and some sweet potato fries. And don't forget about these guys!" The bubbly blond called to him. She then looked to Amber, who was still pink in her cheeks. For Amber, being as pale and modest as she was anything seemed to give her a little flustered color. She turned her attention to Nathan, who'd been choking a bit on his milkshake since the waiter had left. Her heart fluttered a bit, wondering if it was because of what Lacy had said to him. She watched him in slight hope, but to her dismay he blamed it on the contest with Violet.
"Haha, guess I got too carried away with Vi's challenge..." he confessed.
She felt a bit silly, even stupid for thinking it would've been because of her. Slightly disappointed she fiddled with her hands, chipping light pink nail polish from her left thumb nail. He and Violet seemed like a better match anyway, he talked to her more than he had to Amber. She sighed quietly, deciding the connection she felt with him might actually be all in her head, and not something that would ever occur. She brushed past it for now, not ready to let the idea fade. She kept it safe in her mind, maybe for later at the party. He might even save a dance for her too, right?
"So, you guys coming or what?" Lacy asked, excitedly. Amber knew Lacy always tried to get everyone together, and a party would be a great place for everyone to hang out together.
"And, uh... As for the party, I'm not sure if I'll be able to make it. I might have work tonight, you see... Nathan answered.
Not. He wouldn't even be going, so he wouldn't be able to dance with her. A bit more disappointed, she only brightened when she watched the waiter bring over their milkshakes and Lacy's fries. He looked as if he was about to say something as he caught Amber's eyes, but he only stared for a moment and gave her a sly smile as he was called by a different table. She hid her giddy smile this time in her milkshake, taking a sip through the straw. She could smell the milky drink, and it did bring back a memory. A strange one.
It was her, but not. Not her now at least. And she was sitting beside Nathan. But not Nathen.. They sat in a vintage looking booth, and wore strange clothes. The two giggled together, splitting a vanilla milkshake. They laughed, and things were easy. She felt a sense of closeness, but the image quickly faded.
She didn't know what it had meant, but her eyes glanced to Nate longingly, wondering what could possibly going on with everything now. Was it true that they'd lived before? And had been something? Or was it Amber's imagination, and she just had a silly crush on him. She pushed the thoughts away, if Nate had been interested in her she would've known if he was like the boy in her thought. It would've been more obvious..
Nathan wasn't even going to the party. She felt a bit odd now, debating whether she even wanted to go now. But, djing was important to Lacy, like the rest of her music career. And Amber wanted to support her. Maybe she would invite the waiter to go with her, considering she shouldn't waste her time feeling sad about Nathan who barely noticed her. She turned to Lacy, and said with a bright smile, "Well, I'll be going." she assured, then added with a suggestive tone, "maybe I'll invite our waiter as my date?" she mused. She tried not to look at Nathan's reaction, telling herself she didn't care. She stay focused on Lacy. "Will you help me pick out something to wear?" she asked, knowing Lacy was better at that kind of than Amber was. They often shopped together, and Amber rarely bought anything without Lacy's opinion.