The Girl Who Wanted Love

I sifted through the large rack of clothing adourned with various shades of pinks, yellows, reds, oranges, blues, greens, and violets. I found several tank tops in various neon colors, along with a couple pairs of mini shorts. I tossed my eyes over to where Jay was trading in all of my clothing. I giggled to myself, he did look quite silly, two old ladies were sorting through a large garbage bag full of nothing but black clothing. They kept giving him odd looks. I watched him pick up a few articles of black t-shirts with the fronts covered in avariousclassic rock band album covers.

For the first time I felt like I was really looking at Jay. Dragging my eyes up his body, he wore High Top Chuck Taylors in a bright purple, he had on tan skinny jeans, that weren't too tight, and a blue/green/purple/red plaid button-up shirt. When my eyes finally landed on his face, I fell into a sort of trance. He had a unique complexion that was neither pale nor tan, he had a five o'clock shadow, giving him a light dusting of a Chesnut highlight on his jaw. His hair was slicked back and had multiple shades of a dark brown and a light blonde in them. His eyes were the last thing I took in. They were the most magnificent blue that I had ever seen, they were surrounded by long eyelashes that were a deep black and his light splattered collection of freckles stood out from the darkness of his eys' blue contrast. Jay had a strong build, his shirt was tight enough that you could see his pects through them, his biceps were large and strong.

I was zapped out of my dreamy state when he looked at me and he realized I had been staring. It was kind of obvious considering I was in the middle of two shirts that I obviously had no interest in at all. I felt my cheeks turn a glorious shade of red. I looked away, and continued to sort through the various articles of clothing. I felt his eyes on me for a few more seconds, but his attention was called away when the old lades had to repeat one of their questions.

I had found a few more tight v-necks in fun colors and more shorts that were faded denim. I then turned my attention to the rack of dresses across from my current location. I saw a dress I knew I had to have. It was a light vanilla and was made of lace. I reached for when another girl rudely stepped in front of me and took it off of the rack. She turned to me, looked me up and down, and then gave me a catty smile, flipped her hair over her shoulder and then proceeded to walk away, with the dress i wanted.

I didn't understand why she would even want it. It was obviously too big for her. She stood at a small 5'4 and I at large 6'0. The dress would have come to a stop at my mid thighs, where as it would stop at below her knees. It dawned on me exactly why she had wanted it, she wanted it because I was going to take it. That was the only reason.

I never understood girls, despite my being one. They were always so ride and you could never really trust one. In my defeat I walked over to a stand full of skirts. A white lace skirt caught my eye, it was in my size so I added it to my pile on my arm. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the girl walk up to Jay and start to chat him up. He looked at me with a look of pure pain, and I realized he just wanted this girl to leave him alone. I nodded and brought myself over to him on my crutches.

I cleared my throught and made up a British accent. "Excuse me Dear," I said addressing the girl, "But I believe you're bothering my husband here." Jay always wore a golden band on his left hand, and I wore my Grandmother's weddign and engagement rings, my plan was full proof.

"Husband?" She said in a New Jersey accent. She returend her gaze to Jay, and he simply flashed her his band on his left hand. She turned to me and I showed her my hand too. She made a 'hmph' sound and walked past me, she turned and made a 'call me' sign at Jay, I turned to her and pretended to shoot her but did so with an innocent look on my face.

When I turned back to Jay I rolled my eyes. "Welcome to Florida girls." We laughed and checked out.

As we returned to Jay's car I noticed he seemed to be gazing at me wietha thoughtful gaze. When I looked at him, he turned away, but his light flush of pink to his cheeks did not go unnoticed.