Prestigious Ways Too: College Years

Step 3: The Dresses

"Seven." "Seven?" "Seven?!" "Yes, seven."

I smiled and the saleswoman looked at me funny, Dylan looked at me funny, and a few customers did too. "What?" I frowned. "Ethan, dude. Bro." he said with a look on his face but still I replied "What?"  "Human brethren! Please tell me you aren't buying princesa seven dresses." I thought for a minute and picked up the blue one. "Well I thought about getting ten, but you think that's too much?" The saleswoman raised her eyebrows at me before smiling. "What did you say your name was darling?" "Ethan." "Well Ethan. I have the sneaking suspicion that you don't quite know what your woman likes." she smirked and took the rest from me. "I do, I do! It's just that...she doesn't particularly like that I spend so much money on her. She's not very good at..." I explained and tried to think of a good enough word to tell the saleswoman. "Accepting the fact that she is the most gorgeous woman that has ever been created in the entire history of existence." Dylan finished. "Exactly!" I grinned. "Sure hon. Well you think maybe you should stop spending so much money on her? Maybe just buy her one or two dresses?" the saleswoman, I know learned her name was Carina, said and put the red one back. "So, not buy her seven?" "Exactly." Dylan​ looked at me and hummed, thinking to himself. "Now that you say that, I don't really like the sound of the idea..." "Neither do I." I frowned. "Buy however many you would like, but just be sure she'll like them." Carina shrugged and walked away in annoyance. Dylan and I sat down in a booth in the back of the store and saw a few girls walk by, waving and flirting with us; flipping their hair, batting their eyelashes, winking.
"I think princesa deserves all of the dresses in here." Dylan mumbled.
I hummed in agreement.
"But we don't have enough for that right now."
"We will one day. And then we're gonna come back in here and buy out the whole store and have it all shipped to our house for Christmas so that Princess will have to come to the door every five minutes and find a new dress, just for her."

There was a small silence as more girls walked by with their boyfriends, who protectively wrapped their arms around them to keep us from them. then Dylan spoke again.

"What if she gets fat and can't fit the dresses?"
"That won't happen Dylan."
"What if ya knock er up?"

More silence.

"Never mind, her gaining weight is actually incredibly probable." I said and he laughed loudly. We both got up and walked to the register, setting all seven dresses on the counter. "Will you be so kind and ring these up for us love?" I said, making sure to thicken my accent for her. She blushed and nodded, fumbling with her hair. "Oh of course!" she giggled. Dylan went to pick out three more dresses and a few pieces of jewelry and set it on the counter next them. He gave me my leather jacket and put his on. "These too, doll." he said winked at her. She batted her eyelashes and squealed quietly, stuffing everything in a few bags. "Your total is, oof, 217.81. Is there anything you'd like to take off last minute?" "No thank you. Here you are." I said, giving her five twenties, a five and three ones with a half-dollar. Dylan gave her the same and she looked surprised. "Huh, alright 81 cents?" she asked. I was about to reach for my wallet when Dylan stopped me. "Not so fast." he said and gave her 30 dollars. "Keep the change for yourself darlin," he said and leaned over the counter to whisper in her ear, "There's a pink dress in the back that I think would look just lovely on you. Why don't you buy it and maybe I can come back to see it?" I took the bags and the receipt and went to wait at the front (which was only a few strides away so I could still hear what they were saying to each other).  She widened her eyes and giggled, nodding. "W-Why don't I just give you my number cutie?" she grinned and he retreated back in front of the counter. "Sure." She scribbled down something and gave it to him and he took out his phone, pretending nto put it in his contacts. "I'll see ya later gorgeous." he winked and walked out of the Forever 21 to meet me. We started to walk to he Jamba Juice when I broke the silence, giggling erratically.
"She called you cutie."
"Stop it."
"She, called you, cutie."
"Immana kill you."
"Immana start callin you you cutie."
"Oh dear god please don't."
"Dylan Bradley Cooper, cutie. You should put that on your resume."
"I swear ta god-"
"Approved by hot girl who works at Forever 21."
"Ethan Gregory Vincent I will snap your neck!" he said.  "You wanna end up like your brothers in prison there, hijab?"
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"I hate you. So much."

"Oh, I'm just kidding mija!" I giggled and walked onto the escalator while he stood there for a few seconds before following me. "My people are offended." he mumbled. "A lot of people should be. I think I just insulted three different cultures in one conversation." I hummed while we waited in line at a Jamba Juice. "Yes well it's not like you set a world record or anything. Plenty a people have said worse. You know Donald Trump?" "Yeah, he owns a hotel down in Vegas. It's really nice, my company had a business meeting with him once. Such an ass..." "Yeah well thank god he's not actually important to anyone." "Unless he becomes out president or something." Dylan shrugged and I turned him. "Not in a billion years. But if he does, I promise you I'll slit my throat." "Count me in!" Dylan laughed and we walked up to the cashier, another very pretty American girl. "Hi guys welcome to Jamba Juice. What can I get you?" "Could I have a medium size Strawberry and Vanilla Creme smoothie please? Ethan, pick something I'll pay." he said and took out his wallet, winking at me. "Dylan you're too nice to me, you've already paid for that dress for my girlfriend. You shouldn't spend all your money today." I smiled falsely and the girl's face softened quickly. "Well Ethan, if I ever am lucky enough to get a pretty American girl like yours, I can spend my money on her, but for now I'm stuck with you." he said and I chuckled sincerely. "Okay, mango smoothie then. Medium sized." Dylan put the twenty dollar bill on the counter and smiled at the cashier. "Would you like me to buy you anything doll?" "Oh me? No, no thank you. You should save up for when you get that pretty American girl." she giggled and typed in our order. "I should, but once your mine I'm sure I'll have a better paying job." he smiled and she looked up at him and blushed. "Me?! Y-You don't even know me!" "I know your name is Catherine." he chuckled and she laughed. "Okay fine. Here." she said and wrote her number down on the back of our receipt. "Call me." she smiled and he smiled back, walking to the other line to wait for our drinks. "Two girls in 5 minutes. How do you do it?' I mumbled. "You could do it too man! You'd just havta get rid of that leash you're on." he shrugged. "And do you think I should?" I frowned. I hoped to god that he loved Princess as much as I did/do. When my sisters made me watch romantic movies with them, there would always seem to be a part where the guy would have to choose between his girl and something  or someone else. I couldn't stand that part, and I could never choose between Dylan and my princess. And I thanked the Lord for what he said next. "No no, of course not. I wouldn't let you anyway. Princesa is too important, to both of us. Even if I ever get a girlfriend, I would never care about her more than I care about Jade. She's the most important person in existence and I would do anything to keep her happy and to keep her around." he said and I looked at him with a smirk and cocked eyebrows. He turned to me and glared, pointing his finger into my chest. "You did this to me." "Did I?" I smiled cockily. "Get your damn smoothie."