Impulsive (Reach out to Me) by Christine McGreggor Page B

I sat down with Thomas and did this.” She pulled the neat budget Thomas had made for her out of her back pocket and promptly got garden dirt on one corner of it. “Darn,” she muttered as she took her gloves off and wiped the dirt off. The smudge wasn’t too bad. “See? He mapped everything out for me. Get this; Thomas said that if I stop buying clothes and makeup I can even fix the car by the time I move into the apartment!”
     
                  “If you stop buying clothes and makeup?” Michelle repeated incredulously. “Did he know he was making this budget for you?”
     
                  “Yes,” Kara said primly. “Do you really think that I’m not creative enough to make new looks out of my old things?”
     
                  “I think you’re creative enough for sure,” Michelle said pointedly. “As a matter of fact, I feel like I’ve made that suggestion before!”
     
                  Kara waved that away as she went on, “The point is that I’m going to have this really awesome new place!”
     
                  She pulled the loft listing from her pocket and handed it to Michelle.
     
                  “Now, before you say anything,” she rushed to explain so Michelle wouldn’t laugh in her face. “I’m going to—“
     
                  “It’s gorgeous!” Michelle interrupted. “Look at the space you’ll have! Look at the amazing light from those huge windows at the end of the living room! Oh my gosh, those sloped ceilings are perfect!”
     
                  “Okay, so clearly I’m the only one who didn’t see the potential,” Kara muttered as she snatched the picture away from Michelle. “I know you’re doing wedding plans like crazy, but if I get the place can you help me move in?”
     
                  “Sure!” Michelle agreed. “I’m dying to do something besides wedding plans actually.”
     
                  “Well then I’m going to go ahead and call the realtor,” Kara said getting up and dusting her jeans off. “Fingers crossed!”
                 
                  Michelle did as Kara asked and Kara giggled because her friend was still wearing the gardening gloves.
     
                  “It’s the thought that counts!” Michelle called as Kara began dialing the number on her bright pink cell phone.
     
                  “Hi,” she said when the realtor’s perky voice came through the phone. “I’m interested in putting in an offer on the loft off Second Street.”
     
                  A few days later, the offer was accepted and, in record time, Kara was handed the keys to her very own loft. Two weeks later, she was doing a happy dance in the center of the huge room when Thomas, Michelle and Hayes walked in.
     
                  “Hi!” she called happily as she ran over to give Thomas a tight hug. “My mom is coming over with the bed and some other stuff later.”
     
                  “Your mom?” Thomas asked, sounding suddenly nervous.
     
                  “Yep!” Kara said with a smile. “It’s no big deal, so don’t get all tense.”
     
                  “I’m not tense,” Thomas lied. “It’s fine to meet your mother on incredibly short notice.”
     
                  “I thought it would be! Now, let’s get to work!”
     
                  They walked down to the curb and began pulling her sofa out of the moving van.
     
                  “I’m so glad you got this back from Jeff,” Michelle said. “This is the most comfortable couch in the world.”
     
                  “I know,” Kara said, affectionately running her fingers over the soft chocolate brown suede. “It’s going to look really good in there too.”
     
                  She was proven