So, Basically I'm Me.

Distasteful Taste....

We headed out and he took me to a rather intereting store. It was really nice and expensive.

"I think we should go smewhere else. It's really expensive here.." I whispered, as I stopped walking.

"Nope. It's perfect here. Come on." He took my hand and he pulled me along. I saw a nice black shirt and as I reached to grab it, he stopped me.

"No, just, No." he said shaking his head. He pulled me along and Handed me some really nice, COLOR clothing. I tried them all on and found that I look nice in color clothing. He just shook his head if he didn't like it or smiled big if he did. I ended up buying some shoes, 4 dresses, ten shirts, a pair of jeans in like, every color possible, a black and pink flowered pencil skirt, and some jewelry. We got back in the car and drove to Jamba Juice to get a smoothie. We sat down outside and talked.

"Well, you have a rather good taste in clothing." I exclaimed teasingly.

"And you, dear, have a distasteful taste in fashion." he laughed. I actually found it quite offensive and tried to stop myself from crying but I couldn't. A fat, hot tear rolled down my cheek. Austin totally noticed.

"I'm So sorry. I-I didn't mean any harm, It was a joke. I'm sorry." He sturred out. I couldn't stop the tears. He leaned over and hugged me. I didn't hug back. He let go of me and stared at me in the eyes.

"I'm an idiot and I didn't want to hurt you. That was never my intention.. Please forgive me Olive." he said. kissing my cheek and wiping away my tears. He took my cheek in his hand and i put my hand on top of it and tried to smile. I nodded, knowing what he had done was meant as a joke. It can happen once but if he did it again, thats where things get rather trippy. I stopped crying finally and we headed back to his house.