Die for us

I'll take that as a yes.

Bryn’s POV –

“This dress or this one?” I say to Blissity, holding up two dresses in both of my hands.

The dress to my left was red, short, and strapless; it also had an open back. It was made to fit tightly around curves, the front was ruffled. The dress on my right was black, short enough to show my thighs and tight enough to make me look like a size zero. There was a zipper in the middle of the front, going down all the way down to the base of the dress.

Blissity put a hand to her chin as if she were thinking, “That one.” She pointed to the dress on my right.

I nodded agreeing with her decision and walking over to put the red dress back where I had found it.

Blissity was looking over all the clothes she was going to buy. From the size of the pile, it could range from between fifty or one hundred new shirts, pants, dresses, and whatever else she likes.

“Are you even going to wear all that? I only came to get this cause of my ‘date’” I lifted up the dress in my hands and gestured at her pile of clothing.

She poked her button lip out and stared at her pile, “I’ll wear them all eventually.” She shrugged.

I laughed, “Making me spend money like we’re rich or something.”

Blissity grabbed her pile of clothing, barely able to keep them all in her grip. I helped her, taking half of the load off of her.

“Who are you going on a date with?” She asked, as we walked around aisles of clothing in Forever 21, heading over to the cashier.

“Jason.” I said, sounding as if I were excited.

“What? How can you go on a date with him after what happened too…you know who.” Blissity looking around, her eyes widening as she said her last statement.

“He doesn’t know it was me, he thinks I’m Jane Smith remember?” I whispered to Blissity, “And not to mention for some odd reason he’s acting interested in me. I can’t be my actual self and deny him if he wants to hang out. I have to be…..” I stuck my tongue, disgusted at my next choice of words. “Nice to him.”

We made it to the cashier before anyone else could, so we were fortunate enough to not have to wait in line. Blissity placed all her clothing on top of the counter; I placed my load on top of hers.

A woman with a name tag that read, “Marie” appeared from the back of store, walking out of a door heading over to us. She stared at the pile of clothing on the counter and looked at us with an expression that read: seriously?

Me and Blissity smiled at her gingerly and she began taking the outfits one piece at a time and scanning them, removing the hanger and folding them into a bag.

Blissity turned to me, “When is the date anyway?”

I let out a breath, blowing my hair away from my forehead, “I have to be ready by five today, he’s coming at six or seven.”

“Oh where are you guys eating?” Blissity, elbowed me smiling cheekily.

I elbow her back acting as enthusiastic as her, “I don’t know he didn’t tell me.”

Blissity rolled her eyes at me, “I’m sure it’s some place fancy. Good thing you picked the black dress. I hope he doesn’t rape you or anything though, I don’t think you’re that type.”