Just Like That

• Chapter Fourteen •

"Is that Lacy Dell?" I heard a a girl whisper.

"Omg, it is!"

I was in the process of picking out a floral dress, when three girls came running up near my side.

"Lacy!"

"Hi!"

"OMG, it really is you!"

A blond headed girl hugged my waist. Her tight grip was too much to handle, but I couldn't get over how surprised I was to have "fans".

"Hi! Yes, it is me," giggling lightly, the girl let go of me.

"Can we get a picture with you?" Another girl, with black hair was smiling bright, grabbing her phone out of her pocket.

"Of course!" I wrapped my arms around the blond girl's waist, posing for a picture.

The other girls gathered near me after her. I never got their names, but I guess that's okay because they seemed really happy. They were so sweet!

"Wow! Got the fans already!" Andrea came out of the dressing room, holding a big pile of clothes.

"I would have never guessed," I smirk at the wrack of cream colored dresses in front of me.

I'm not even looking in the right section, that is how happy my fans had just made me. Making me forget what I was even looking for.

"Here, this would look amazing on you!" Andrea handed me a hanger with a pink and black floral, knee high dress.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!"

I rushed to the dressing rooms, as Andrea was pushing me. The dress was pretty, but I am self conscious of my body, and this dress shows off some of it.

Sliding the dress on, the stupid tag gets caught in my hair.

"Ouch."

My breath was running out slowly as my head was throbbing from the tag. I can't believe that this is actually happening right now.

"Andrea!"

"Yes?" I hear her by the door.

Pulling her in, she sees my struggle. Creeping on her face was a small smirk.

"You got to be kidding me, really?" She detaches the dang thing from my fragile head.

"I know, right? Knowing my luck, I get a freacking tag stuck in my hair!" We laugh passionately for a long while.

The laughing started to calm down, as Andrea pulled the dress the rest of the way, for it was stuck where I had left it. I had forgotten that my body was showing. My cheeks instantly flush a crimson red.

"Don't be insecure. You're body is beautiful," We concentrate on my outfit in the mirror.

"Thank you," I look at her, smiling shyly.

"No problem."

The dress really did look good on me. It showed off my curves perfectly. I actually felt confident for once. The fabric was super soft, feeling really comfortable.

"Let's buy it," Andrea pulled me out of the dressing room, grabbing my other clothes, while putting it in her purse.

"But I have to change," I pull my arm from her grip, giving her a confused look.

"You are keeping it on. We are buying it with you wearing it."

Oh no. I would rather not have to go out of the mall with this dress on. Yes, I liked the way it looks on me. No, I don't want to show it off. I'm just not that type of girl.

"Will this be all?" The cashier checked our stuff as Andrea paid. This is my new favorite store. They have good clothes! Rue 21 has everything!