The Story of Why

Keda - Izzy's Back

~Keda's POV~

Isabelle came into my room Saturday at around 2 o'clock. ''YOU MET A BOY?!'' she shouted, throwing the door to my bedroom open and marching in. "YOU DID NOT TELL ME THIS!!"

"No, I did not. Which brings me to ask this next question, how do you know about Drew?" I asked, confused.

"Word gets around. Anyway, how'd you meet?" she sat down on my bed, not shutting the door. It kind of irritated me, but I didn't say anything. No one was home, anyways. My parents had given her a key back when we were in the seventh grade because I kept forgetting mine and getting locked outside. She was grinning widely now, looking at me expectantly.

"Well it was at Tim Horton's," I began.

"You met this boy at Tim Horton's??" she interrupted. "Everyone told me you met at a party."

I sighed. "What else is everyone saying?"

"Just that you were being very naughty at the bowling alley," she raised her eyebrows and smirked.

I laughed. "No, nothing naughty. We're not dating or anything either," I added.

Her eyebrows knit together. "Why not?"

"We just aren't," I told her, even though I had been wondering the same thing.

"When are you going to see him next?" she asked.

"Tonight."

Her eyes widened. "Do you know what you're going to wear?"

I hadn't really thought about that. "No." She stood up and walked to the door. "Where are you going?"

"We're going shopping," she said, as if it was obvious.

Izzy was a girl that was...hmm... I guess you could say very proud of being a girl. She loved to shop and she thought that personal appearance comes before everything. She was my best friend, but not neccessarily a good friend. She liked me, and I liked her, but we were extremely different.

Izzy's the type of girl that gets all the boys, and plays with them until she gets bored, then she just drops them. But she's not a bad person, it's just that she can't fall in love. She's too...independent. I just want her to find a guy that she will fall for, not one that she just wants. But, as I said, we're very different, so I don't know how well that will work out.

I took my wallet, stuffed it in my back pocket, then took my phone and put it in the other one. I put on a black cardigan over my blue t-shirt and we headed out the door.

It was a short walk to the mall from my house. During the time we were walking, I described what Drew looked like, what he sounded like, and how fun he was to be around. I was in the middle of explaining how he kidnapped me to go bowling when she cut me off. "I must meet this boy," she decided.

I smiled. "Oh yes, you do." We walked through the entrance and Isabelle set off to the nearest clothing store. She would pick out a few shirts and ask what I thought of them. She picked out a see through hot pink t-shirt that said "love me" on it. "You're kidding, right?"

She laughed. "I guess that's a no, then?" we kept looking, clothing rack after clothing rack. We picked out 5 shirts, a cardi, 2 skirts, and 2 pairs of jeans. She hurried me into a dressing room. I came out wearing outfit #1: grey jeans, a red v-neck, and a dark grey cardi.

"So?" I asked.

"Cute, but it's more like somthing you'd wear any day at school. Not really like hey, I'm on a date!" she exclaimed.

I smirked. "Okay, skirt then?" I asked. Izzy nodded and I went back into the changing room. I came out wearing a shirt with a Yin Yang on it tucked into a plain black skirt that ended mid-thigh. "This?" I asked.