The Perfect Duo

Prologue

"Why do we call it a 'pair of pants' if there is only one?"

I looked up from my phone. "What?"

My friend stood in front of the giant mirror admiring herself in expensive jeans she had insisted on trying on.

"I'm serious. I never understood that term."

I offered a shrug before returning to my messages.

"It's dumb. Who came up with it anyway?" She continued as she bent over in front of the mirror to check out her back view.

We had been in this dressing room for over 30 minutes and she wasn't any closer to buying the damn things, meaning I wasn't any closer to getting the hell out of there.

"Beats me." I tell her not looking up from my phone this time. "You're the one with the degree in fashion design, they didn't teach you the fundamentals of naming clothes?"

She shook her head at my question oblivious to its rhetorical intent. Christina and I had been friends a long time but lately I've been feeling a little distant from her. I could blame it on my crazy schedule. With work, the charity foundation and a new clothing line I'm trying to launch, my availability has been inexistent. However; the distance I've been feeling is due more to a lack of interests.

Lately she has been obsessed with her appearance and the latest gossip in tabloids. These were things she'd never trouble herself with in the past. She used to sip coffee with me at our favorite café and discuss things that really mattered. She wanted to travel to third world countries and make clothing for children. She had aspirations I really admired. Now all I hear about are 'What the Kardashian's think about wearing white after Labor day', and 'Which C-lister she was hoping to screw'.

I snuck her another glance and rolled my eyes as she took a selfie of herself sticking her ass out and making a duck face.

Great, can't wait to see that on Instagram later.

I had too much on my mind to really be much of a conversationalist today anyway. The day started out crazy with my mother texting me to give her a call once I've finished 'all my running around' as she likes to call it. I thought she was in the Caribbean until the end of the month so it was strange hearing from her.

Then when I met up with my boyfriend for breakfast he sprung some news on me.

"So he said he'll fly in tomorrow and we can meet him for dinner." He flashed me a wide smile that usually charmed the pants off me but I was too busy sorting out what he had just told me.

"I'm sorry, can you go over that again?"

"Justin Bieber wants you as his opening act for his upcoming tour." He said not skipping a beat.