My Teenage Romance (My Chemical Romance)

Chapter 5

"I can't believe I am doing this," I muttered.

I swiped at my phone and to my contacts. I took a deep breath in and dialed Kammi's number. I didn't really have a good taste in fashion, and this was my first date, so I decided I needed some professional advice. Kammi knew about this kind of stuff, I'm sure of it, so I trusted my gut as the phone dialed.

"Why did you even agree to go?" Zach murmured. "It's not like you really like him."

I stared at him quizzically. "Maybe I do." Nervous, I paced my room back and forth. "Besides, why do you care who I go out with?"

He spun around in my computer chair. "Well, maybe it's because-"

"Shhh, Kammi answered!"

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I couldn't agree on a single thing Kammi recommend. She went on and on about different types of dresses and nail polishes, and all things pink. Fearing that the conversation would not have an end, I finally made up an excuse to hang up and ended the call.

"I guess I will try on some of my own dresses or something." I walked to my walk in closet and began rummaging through everything that wasn't band related, which was very few. "You tell me what your opinion is, ok? I really want to make an impression."

Zach bit his lip. "Sure, ok."

I closed the closet doors and began to try on some clothes. I came across a purple sparkly dress and gave it a shot. I walked out and looked in the mirror. "Gross."

Zach grinned. "It's not that bad."

"Admit it, it is."

"Let's just say it isn't your style."

I went back and switched it out for a glittery golden tank top and a gold and brown striped skirt, which sounds worse than it actually is. Again, I walked to the mirror and posed a bit.

"That looks pretty cute," Zach commented. "It's a lot better than the one before."

"It's ok, I guess," I agreed. I smiled. I actually found something to wear.

"Um, Jenna...." Zach laughed nervously. "You might want to cover your rear."

"Hm?" I turned to inspect it in the mirror. "Aw, man!"

There was a rip on the right side of the skirt. I spoke too soon.

"Is it that bad?" I whined. "I don't want to change anymore."

Zach laughed, picked up a blanket nearby, and covered me. "Yeah, it's that bad."

I blushed, looking down. "What am I going to wear now?"

"Beats me, it's not my date." He shrugged and picked up his Sprite. "Of course, you could cancel-"

"I'm not doing that to Eric!" I snapped, shuffling to the closet with the blanket still around me. "Just one more time."

Zach sighed. "Ok, whatever."

Once again, I closed the doors to the closet and began undressing. I decided that I didn't have anything to wear in my small pile of dressy clothes. Giving up, I looked around the closet for something that would be decent.

Suddenly, I tripped on something and yelped as I fell hard on my hands and knees. "Ow," I whispered.

"Jenna!" I heard Zach's footsteps grow near. "Are you okay?"

As he began opening the door, I panicked. "Don't come in! I'm not dressed!"

Zach stopped opening the door, pausing. "I don't care if you're dressed or not, are you alright?"