You See What I See

I See the Shop

I HAD to look good tonight. Which also means I HAVE to go shopping. My closet is horrendous. I usually don't care what I wear, but TONIGHT was special and I HAD to look good.

I've never felt this way before, you know, having to look good for a boy. I mean, I really didn't have too. Wesley and I are special. He would like me no matter what. We are bound by the light. It makes us beautiful, it makes us shine. It makes us stick out from everyone else, like a bunch of metal paperclips and only 2 were red.

But the weird thing is I WANT to look good. Is this what IT feels like? I...don't know. Is...is this IT?

I walked to the local clothing store. I had a little bit of money that I have saved up...from doing various jobs to provide for myself.

I walked in through the sliding glass doors and into the large, heavily air-conditioned room. There were racks of clothing for girls off to the left side and boy's clothing on the right. In front of both sections were pants. In the middle, shirts. In the back were dresses and suits.

I didn't know where to look. I HATED doing this but I had to resort to help. I asked the lady at the front for assistance and I felt myself turning red again. Nervous red. Like the kind of red when your pants fall down in public. The lady saw that and pitied me. She took me in the shirt section and asked me what I was LOOKING for.

"Something nice to wear, to a nice park?" I shrugged.

The lady pulled out a shirt from the rack. It. Was. Perfect. It was white satin, iridescent, and graceful...like the light. It was soft to the touch, and had lace around the sleeves.

I.Was. Speechless, in awe. My mouth was gaping open.

"You like it, don't you sweetie."

I just meekly nodded my head.

Then she helped me pick out pants and shoes to go with it. The outfit was absolutely perfect. Just. Perfect.

Then she suited me with makeup, and styled my hair. I didn't even know this store did that stuff.

Then I was done. But 2 thoughts were left lingering in my mind. How much will it cost, and will Wesley like it.

"Uhh, miss, how much will all of this cost?" I asked nervously.

"Free of charge." She proclaimed.

Free of charge? Why? I'll take it, but why?

"Alright young lady go have fun!!!" She said cheerfully.

Then, I was off. To. My. Date.