Say My Name

Ch 4: You get me

Wren was still fuming as we were trying on clothes in our dressing rooms.

"I mean, who do those bitches think they are? We were literally right behind them! Do they think we wouldn't hear? And how dare they talk like you're a slut or something, you're just a hopeless romantic!"

I nodded, "yeah, I mean I get where they're coming from though."

Wren paused, "what the fuck do you mean?"

"Well, if you were in love with a guy and he went out with some random girl, we both wouldn't hesitate bitching about the girl. It's just unfortunate that I'm 'that' girl most of the time" I said.

"I hate when you have a point. It just bugs me when everyone assumes the worst of you. They don't even take the time to understand where you're coming from. There's a reason you go on so many dates, what's wrong with having hope for finding your soulmate?" Wren huffed, while stepping out of her dressing room.

I stepped out of mine, giving her a shrug, "I don't know babe, I'm used to it by now though. But what I do know is that you look smoking in that dress."

"What are you talking about? I do not have the body for this" she said, while eyeing the short off- the shoulder dress.

"Wait what? You look so good in it! You have to get it," I exclaimed.
"So I can feel like shit about my flat chest and nonexistent butt? No thanks."

I gave an exasperated sigh, "Wren, I will never understand how you think so lowly of yourself.

"Same goes to you," she said while stepping back into her dressing room.
"What?" I asked.

"I don't understand how someone as charismatic and great as you thinks she doesn't deserve love just as you don't understand how I can be insecure about my looks." She pauses and pokes her head out her dressing room, playfully saying, "we're perfect for each other," she smiled and said, "now lets go! There's nothing here for me."