The Rainbow Effect

Italian and Illnesses- Edited

I look at Brittany. Once again she has hid something from me. Maybe she should just keep her damn mouth shut and not say anything. Like seriously. She needs to shut the fuck up. "What now?" I ask.

"Well, you see, ha, uh, funny story. I....well. I don't know how to explain it." Brittany says.

"Well. Tell me." I insist, my patience wearing thin.

"I have autism." She mutters.

"Oh sweetie I thought you were gonna tell me you were an under cover spy or some shit. Autsim isn't bad. I couldn't tell, do you only have it mildly or something?" I say.

"Well, I guess you could say that. It doesn't effect me at all anymore for the most part. I mean, I have a mood swing here and there, but it's nothing serious. My acedemics were never really the best though." She explains.

"That's fine, honestly. It doesn't really effect us, I mean you seem pretty mature for it." I state, little did I know I was going to be so terribly wrong.

"Yeah, mature. Okay. I'm going to sleep, goodnight." She says. She rolls over and she's asleep within ten minutes. I fall asleep once I know she's asleep for good.

The Next Day- 8 am

"Ready for shopping baby?" I holler from the bathroom as I brush my teeth.

"Yeah, I just need an outfit." She claims, staring at our wardrobe. "Where are we shopping?"

"I was thinking downtown. On the plaza." I say, my hand on my hip.

'Alright. Dresses it is. Black? No. Purple? Not seasonal. Blue? Yaaaaaas" Brittany squeals, I flinch at the loud, obnoxious noise.

She pulls on her dress and grabs her red shoes. Then tosses them to the other side of the room, I barely dodged it without getting a spiked heel to the eye. She finds her camouflage heels and slips them on. "Well come on get dressed. Let's move it. We got places to go, people to see, and things to do and we don't got all damn day." She orders.

I grab a white dress and put on my gray heels. "Let's go." I say, completely ignoring the fact that I hadn't even eaten breakfast much less even put on makeup. She just moves so fast some days.

We drive downtown, my eyes wide at the stores and the high end people walking around as if they're hot shit. Brittany was on her phone, ignoring everyone around us. I pulled into the parking garage. I opened my door, slid my legs over the side of the car, and gracefully stood up, flattened my dress, and shut my car door.

Brittany however, wasn't so lady like getting out of the car. She swung one leg over, her heel slamming onto the concrete in an unstable manner, making her ankle bend to the side. She swung the other leg around, repeating the same thing as she did before. She holds onto the car, pushes her self upwards, and stumbles, she slams the door behind her, yanking down her dress, and half walks half stumbles over to me. 

"You okay?" I ask, slightly concerned but trying to hold back my laughter.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good." She mumbles, walking towards the elevator. 

"Mkay." I mutter, following close behind her. We walk around the plaza, looking at the stores and admiring the clothes. We walked into an Italian restaurant and had some shrimp Alfredo for lunch, along with a few glasses of wine. After that, we wondered back around, looking for stores to shop in.

We found a Gucci store, and wondered in there, admiring all of the expensive items before us. I found the most beautiful bag, it was honestly the cutest clutch I had ever seen. Brittany found a pair of golden, sparkly spiked heels, and she layed them on the counter. "You've got this right? I'm too broke to be here. That's why I was with my ex boyfriend, he had so much money. I'm so broke, it's not even funny." She claims, pulling out her wallet, she opens it, and there isn't even a single dollar bill in there. 

"Are you serious?" I ask, my eyes wide.