Not the Average Fairy Tale (on hold i guess. writing other stuff)

Chapter 7: (insert chapter name here)

It didn't take us long to find Travis. He was running in and out of stores, never staying in one for more than a minute or two. Neither of us had any idea what he could be doing.

“Chase! Madison! So glad you're here, I need to know your sizes! I guessed on most of the clothes, but I still want to see them on you! Come onnnnn!” Travis urged, pulling me into the nearest store. Both Travis and I knew that this was not a store I would normally shop at, but I decided to give it a shot. Who knows? He may surprise me. Travis ran to the back of the store past all of the actual clothing racks.

“Travis...”

“I know what I'm doing, Madison. Calm down.” What I thought was a pile of clothes that had been returned and were sitting in a pile to be cleaned, was what Travis had picked out. He had more than jeans. Much more. Travis started throwing clothes around everywhere, almost forcing the manager to come talk to us, but he told off Chase instead. “Here!” He threw random articles of clothing my way and told me to get dressed. I took a step into one of the dressing rooms and looked at what Travis had prepared for me. To my surprise, the “random articles” actually formed an outfit - a well put together one, at that. Nothing I would ever wear, though. Tight pants, an even tighter shirt, a flowy cover up and a scarf wasn't exactly my style. I'm sure an average teenage girl would give anything to go shopping with Travis. Anyone besides me. Putting my personal opinion aside, I tried on the outfit.

'It's for Travis' I reminded myself.

Coming out of the dressing room, everyone seemed to look at me. Even the girl in the other dressing room tried to see what had stopped the commotion of the store. Travis narrowed his eyes and leaned his head against his hand in deep consideration. Chase was carrying all of the clothes I had yet to try on. Finally, Travis's head sprung back up and he commented.

“No,” he snapped, looking completely unsatisfied with the look that seemed to stop everyone else, “try this one on.”

“That's weird...” I mumbled, not intending for anyone to hear.

“What's weird?” Travis asked from behind.

“I thought you'd love the outfit. Everyone else did.”

“On someone else, maybe. I could tell it wasn't you. You didn't seem happy. Trust me, you'll look even better in something you actually like. This one next.” At least he understood where I was coming from. The next combination wasn't exactly my tastes either, but it was getting there. This one included a hoodie, which I found bearable. It could cover the shirt that I thought was too short for me. I came out in tight jeans and a pinkish hoodie that was zipped all the way up. Travis gave me the 'what the hell is this' look, obviously not satisfied.

“Madison, I give one simple thing to do and you don't even try on the clothes correctly...” He mumbled, grabbing at my clothes to fix them. He swept the hair out of my face and unzipped the hoodie to the top of my stomach. Now we were back to square one. Chase noticed why I was uncomfortable.

“Travis?”

“What?” Travis said sharply, not looking away from me.

“I think that shirt's a little....low cut for her.” Travis looked up.

“Oh dear. You're right. Why'd you take off your tank top?”

“I wasn't wearing one...”

“Oh god! Chase! Go into Jessie's and grab 5 tank tops. One white, one black. You can pick whatever colors you see first for the rest.” Chase nodded and set the clothes on the floor and ran. If I were him I wouldn't come back.

Travis grabbed at the zipper again and pulled it up as high as it would go. “I can't believe you didn't wear a tank top to THE MALL.”

“Well I don't really own any at all. Speaking of which, how is Chase going to pay for the tank tops?”