With Death Etched In My Heart

Chapter 21: Jeans, Band Tees, Beanies, and...Sexy Booty.

Hai guys. Thanks for all the support and shit. Enjoy because cats. Enclosed is a treat, Asher again c: heehee

I found myself not sleeping in, but instead, running a fashion show. This is why I do not shop around people. No, I go alone. Where I dint have to model everything. But I didn't complain, after all, Em did pay for all of it. A twinge of guilt ran through me. I would do something for her. I didn't know what, but I would.

"They're so amazing." She drooled over all of my stuff scattered on every available surface in the room. In the bed lied jeans. Don't ask how many pairs there were. But estimating, maybe thirty or so, my Favorite being half black and half red checkered, I mean, those were pretty bad ass. I bet my ass looked good in them. Why did I even think that? Maybe it was the drugs, the prescription pills anyways. Whatever it was, anyways. "Ha, its pretty amazing." I touched them all. They were so stiff and new. I haven't owner new clothes in years.... it was such a treat. "Just look at all of it!" She squeeled running over to the massive piles of shirts and beanies. She tried on a purple one, and slipped over her eyes. I giggled, running by her, pulling it up. Her eye were so beautiful. Face palm. Shut up Asher. "Do you like it all...?" She asked. "Of course, Em... I love it... I can't even begin to express how greatful I am" I kindly smile, genuinely happy. It was odd feeling happy... real happy. Not just the fake shit. This girl has been bringing the smile I've longed since forgotten, back.

"MODEL CLOTHES FOR ME, BABY!!" She screams. Oh my god.... I shrugged. A"but why?!" I whine. She glares. "I bought it all, so its only fair you let me see that sexy booty in some skinnies." She winked. "I'll try in stuff too, dont worry." And she ran into the bathroom.

"Shit. No way I'm getting out of this." I smiled lightly. If it made her happy, then why the hell not.

"Goddamn you're..." she breathed, staring at me. She spoke my mind. She was wearing a mini skirt, with a black checkered belt, kneww high socks with kitten ears at the top, black slip on shoes, and a crop top. Her hair was pulled back into a beanie with black cat ears on the top. "Kitty." I made a purring noise she giggled. "Yissss...!" She went back to staring at me. I checked myself out in the body mirror. I had on cobalt blue skinny jeans, which yes, made this booty fine. My black converse had checkered laces, standing  out from the jeans. Holding up my jeans was a PTV Belt, and to match it was a Collide with The sky album T-shirt, and to top it off, a black and white checkered hoodie. And casually thrown on my head was a black slouchy beanie. Emmy got up, and stood in front of me. "All the girls will be crawling to be with you." She purred, and I laughed, blushing. "And all the guys will b tripped stairs to see that booty." I winked playfully. She squeeled, and licked my nose. I gave her a fake disgusted look. "Ew, germies!!!!" I shriek. "Yeah yeah get over it. Let's go out and meet people Ash, we all sexy and stuff.." she winked, grabbing her car keys and bag. "Okay, why not." I was actually looking forward to this. Em grabbed my hand, dragging me out. She was still holding it by the time we reached the elevator. I felt myself blush, but she let go, and a Mild wave of disappointment hung over me. Oh well.