I wore a skirt. In hindsight I wish I would have worn my classic jeans.
Ryan's text came just after school on Friday: wanna go out tonite?
where?
movies.
i guess.
So that was it. Tyler was partaking in family game night so instead Kent sat perched at the end of my bed. "Which one Kent?" I asked again.
He looked up from his book. "That one's nice too, definitely my favorite so far. It'll look great on you."
"Kent."
"That one's nice too, definitely my favorite so far. It'll look great on you."
"Kent! You said that about the last three outfits," I whined.
"Well they all look good on you." He looked back at the pages of his book.
"Please Kent I can't screw up again. Help me pick something."
"Please Kat just five more minutes," he mimicked me,"I'm at the climax of my book."
"Ugh, I give up. I'm going to try these on in the bathroom," I grumbled.
"Good, good," he said waving me away, his eyes never leaving the book.
"The biggest upside to having gay friends is they are supposed to be fashion consultants. Why did I get the fashion-straight sheep of the gay crop? Stop talking to yourself, Kat. Or at least argue about what outfit to wear tonight." I paused to push open the door with my hip. "Skirt or jeans?" I asked dropping my pile of clothes on the floor just as someone let out a loud yelp. I jumped in surprise.
"Um, occupied," said Noel standing with a towel loosely drapped around him. His hair dripping wet.
"Oh my, sorry Noel I didn't know you were in here. I was kind of caught up in picking out the right outfit for tonight. I was like skirt or jeans and Kent was all like 'Either looks good' and of course that was no help," I knew I was rambling but I couldn't seem to stop. "So I came in here for a second opinion but I was kind of expecting the second opinion to be my reflection's not my sister's friend who just got out of the shower..." I trailed off.
Noel blinked at me. "Skirt," he said. "It'd show of your legs instead of your boobs or butt. You'd come off as sexy instead of skanky."
I gasped in a panic and stared at him wide eyed, "Are you gay?"
He frowned,"No."
Seeing his flat stomach with rivulets of water running down I couldn't have been more relieved that he wasn't gay. Even if he wasn't mine, a body like that needed to be batting for our team. "How do you know so much about clothes then?" My mind was working on slow, give me a break.
"I just know what I, er, a regular guy would want to see you in. Skirt is definitely the answer."
"Thanks," I said grinning and scooping the skirt off the floor.
"No problem. Now, um, can you get out?"
Right. "Sorry!"
***
"You look hot," Ryan told me when I got to the theater. But something about the way he said unnerved me. It wasn't Noel saying it.
After that I tried to imagine Noel with me instead.
