Tsk! Stupid Cupid (On-Hold)

Chapter 1: Passenger Seat

Chapter 1

I was in the mall with my friend Ciara who's practically dragging me to each and every store she sets her eyes on. You see, she thinks that the reason I don't dress up a lot is because testosterone is more dominant than estrogen in my body and she feels the need to change it before another school year starts. Why not just make me drink those estrogen increasing milks or whatever and see if it'll work? Bet it won't because lacking of women hormone is not why I don't dress up a lot, I just don't shop frequently and I only buy safe clothes like shirts and jeans. Still here I am sitting on a lounging chair inside a boutique trying to get the feelings back on my numb legs while she's somewhere looking through the clothing in this store with her never wavering energy.

I'm really fascinated about how Ciara never seems to lack energy. She's like a big ball of pure energy that you can never cage. Maybe her mother made her drink energy-drinks when she's still a baby instead of milk? I mean we've been here for hours yet she can still bounce up and down on her 6 inch heels whenever she saw something, as how she puts it, fabulousa; with a really long emphasis on fa- ending it on an eight octaves high pitch.

Now that gets me wondering, we are totally different so how did I ever became friends with Ciara Jane Daey? She's stylistic, I'm not. She's optimistic, I'm not. She's fun to be around, loving,and caring; not that I'm not. But most of all, the thing that makes us really clash is that she's super super girly and I'm not. Just like that song... 'she wears high heels, I wear sneakers'. With her golden wavy locks, enticing blue eyes and slim figure,she's a living-breathing barbie doll minus the b-yachting attitude unlike those capital W barbie wanna be who has more plastic in their body than flesh, she's a genuine kind. She's drop dead gorgeous and... let's not stomp on my pint sized ego more OK? It's not like I'm ugly or anything. I mean some people think I have beautiful eyes and a lot of girls out there would practically go through extremes to achieve a perfectly natural tan complexion like mine. It's just that, I really don't see the beauty in me.

I was pulled out of my reverie when a bunch of clothes was dumped on my lap. When I look up Ciara's there standing with her hands on her hips while I just look at her deadpanned.

"Go see if it fits." She commanded.

"Uh! And why?" I ask looking at her with a big question mark written on my face.

"Uh! Duh! So we can see how it looks on you?" she explained.

"Why do we have to?"

"So we can see which ones to buy. My god."she exclaimed.

"You know what, just go ahead and put these on and come out so I can take a look." she ended. Clearly struggling not to take my brains out and put some sense in it.

I take a good look at the clothes she picks. Dresses, skirts, shorts, spaghetti straps, strapless, off shoulder and the worst of all backless and plunging necklines. What the heck! Is she trying to kill me or better yet is she trying to get her self killed because I provably would if she forced me to wear these. If you are going to make a really scary movie for me make the backless, micro minis,plunging necklines and short shorts the main characters and I would definitely go and hide in my closet.

"No freaking way! No! No! No no no No! I'm not going to wear these." I said to her in horror.

"Their not that revealing. Just try them on." she said in a soft soothing voice that she always use to try and calm me in my panic attack. But I'll tell you this time it's not going to work. Not when she's trying to persuade me to practically wear nothing.

"Dresses? You only wear dresses in a formal occasions and first day of school isn't one of it. And look at this..." I said waving a backless blouse which also has a very low neckline. Talk about nightmarish. "It won't cover a thing and in case no one ever told you clothes are made to cover things that aren't meant to be shown. Why not just tell me to go in the first day of school in my underwear? And really micro minis. You know me. I won't wear these." I said loud enough for the people on the store to over heard us and shot us strange glances.