The Girl Who Wanted Love

The purr of Jay's tires on his car reminded me of the fishing trip my Dad had taken me on, outside of the city.

"Hang a left." Jayy pulled into my apartment building's parling lot. "Oh, thank god, they're not home."

I went to open the door and my fingers had just grazed the door handle when Jay said, "Wait! I'll get it."

"Jay, it's fine, I can get it but, you can come in and help get my things, I don't have a lot." I opened the door and hoisted myself out on my cruches.

I walked myself over to the door that took us up a stair case and I took my keys from my purse. When we reached the door, I pressed my ear up to the door to make shore no one was inside, I didn't hear anything.

I jiggled the door knob and the door swung open. Same as always, I walked across the carpeted floor and to my bedroom door. Still locked.

I unlocked it with my key, and hurried Jay inside, locking it behind me, just incase.

When I turned around, Jay was contently scanning the room. I looked around myself. I had a simple bed with a puplre bed spread, and three pillows, with my stuffed Jack Skellilngton on top. I had a dresser off to the side and a vanity on the other side of the room. I opend up my closet to find everything still in place.

"I like it. Simple, not too crowded, nice." I rolled my eyes and giggled.

I turned back to my closet. I grunted in disgust. "I can't stand this look anymore, it's just not me."

I pulled all of my clothes out and tossed them into a bag in the bottom of my closet.

"I think it's... cute." I cocked my head, pooped out my hip and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Mmhmm, well I don't like it any more so, we're going shopping." I grabbed my bag and the rest of my things and Jay helped.

"So, where are you going to get all of the money for this then?" I pulled out my wallet from my bag and opened it. I lifted out one, one-hundred dollar bill.

"I have plenty more where that came from." I slipped it back in and hopped into Jay's car. "Leggo!" I yelled when I rolled down the wnidow. I bobbed up and down on the seat like a child who was anxious to go get ice cream.

We pulled into The Sal Val (Salvation Army). I limped out and over to the door. Grab my bag, you can trade them ina nd I'll look for clothing. Sound good?" I giggled at the thought of him at the counter with little old ladies trading in a goth girl's clothing.

"Shore thang, sweet thang." She opend the for me and I wiggled in.

I saw a rack full of bright colors and that was exactly what I wanted.