to the moon. /m.c./

f i f t y n i n e

I was in the dressing room, trying on a new pair of jeans, when Bryana knocked on the door. "Josie, come outside."

"Hold on, I'm trying to fit my ass into these skinny jeans...uh, shit."

Bryana laughed, and I heard snickering. "What happened, Josie?"

"I ripped them! What do I do?"

Bryana laughed. "I have no clue. Change out of them though."

"Will do." I sat on the ground, pulling at the jeans until they came off with a large ripping sound.

"That wasn't a good sound."

"Yeah," I replied, "let's just say that these are no longer jeans, they are Jean."

"Did you actually rip an entire leg off?"

I sighed loudly. "It appears so."

I got a text from Michael, a pair of pants.

"Bryana, are you texting Ashton about this?"

"No," she responded.

I got another text from Michael. 'No.'

I raised my eyebrow. "What?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Bryana said. "Try on the dress."

I grabbed the dress she'd picked out for me and pulled it on, zipping it up. It was a green dress that went down to just above my knees. "Oh! It's pretty!"

"Show us," Joy said.

I walked out of the dressing room and screamed.