𝐌𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 :: 𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴

𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦.

𝘺/𝘯

"storm's out tomorrow, how do you feel?" dad asked while driving.

this is the first daughter and dad bond we've had ever since the divorce, after that all he's been thinking about was work and cynthia, no time for me. i didn't want cynthia helping me with picking out a dress for homecoming, but then again, i've always hated shopping with dad because he's always too picky and thinks the clothes i choose are too revealing.

"mixed feelings as always, you don't know if we'll wake up with the 2nd floor gone." i joked, dad laughed softly.

"you're definitely right, kiddo." dad agreed. "so how's the gang? darry doing alright?"

"not sure, haven't fully spoken to them but darry and soda." i said with a hidden frown.

"must be hard on them after their parents died." dad sighed. "damn those trains, those people were like my best friends."

"dad, i think this is our stop." i pointed at the boutique.

my dad pulled up in front of the place where he paid for the parking meter, i walked in with eyes wide as a skeleton from all the stunning dresses standing in front of me, i started strolling around the hangers with fingers trying to point at the one. my dad followed me but of course had to look at the dresses himself, there were other girls with their mothers which kind of made me feel a bit jealous since my mom was in winsconsin while all this went on.

a good 10 minutes go by with more interest in other dresses went through, it was until i stopped at this one dress. i picked it up from the rack where it had me at the snatched waist part, i held it against my torso so my dad could see it, he shrugged as a sign to get over with it and try it on. the only woman working in the boutique led me into the dressing room.

i lifted my girls football t-shirt off from my shoulders and slid the dress on, i then slid my green plaid pajama pants off. the dress did make me look fat for some reason but it fitted perfectly fine, even my arms made me want to cry.

"pumpkin, everything alright?" dad asked, after knocking twice.

"yeah." i simply replied.

"you want me to see the dress?" he asks.

"sure." i said.

i open the rustic door to reveal the white, satin dress. my dad started smiling but it's totally understandable, he hasn't seen me dressing up for a school dance since halloween 1961, where pony and i went as elvis presley and anita wood which i still regret it now 'til this day. this was also the first time i've made my dad smile since mom, it was when two-bit pushed my face into the cake, making me slam his on the table.

my dad went to go sit down on one of the chairs i assumed the workers laid out for the dads with their daughters shopping for dresses and that they'll die of boredom. i turned around to see a boy my age walk in, he looked pretty familiar, like someone i see in the hallways but don't talk to. i ignored the presence and walked to the dressing room when i heard someone call out my name, it was a masculine tone, making my dad wonder who wants to see his teenage daughter walk into a dressing room and change.

"y/n!" i turn to see jason running towards me. "hey! didn't know you'd be here."

"jason, what are you doing here?" i asked, greeting him with a hug.

"the most important question is, why are you near my daughter before she's changing?" my dad asks, all crossed arms.

"dad!" i groaned. "stay out of this."

"oh, my little sister wants to look for a dress because of her little communion party she's having, and she wanted me to invite people from school, i guess you're invited too." jason says.

"that's really nice of you, jason." i smiled. "i was wondering if you got a date to the dance yet."

"and if you don't, you ain't asking my daughter." my dad said sternly, scaring jason.

"again dad, back off!" i said.

"alright, alright." my dad backed away. "i'm so, so, sorry."

"don't be, they're parents, they're always going to be like that was all eternity." he informed, i giggled. "but no, not really sure if my mom's gonna make me watch my little sister."

"well, let me know, maybe we can go together." i smiled at him, my dad cleared his throat as a sign that he was there. "if you don't mind, i've gotta get going."

"oh yeah, of course!" he let me off. "see you monday!"

"alrighty!" i said before heading back inside the dressing room.