Just Neighbors

Chapter 3- Dinner with the Andrews

After Cassie and I ate our ice cream, she decided to force me into shopping for outfits with her.
I don't get her. We come for one thing at the mall then end up leaving with a billion bags.

All belonging to Cassie.

The few that actually belonged to me are the things that she insist on me buying.

I usually never wear them any ways. I'd just throw the clothes that she forces me to buy at the back of my closet when I get home.

I mean don't get me wrong, the clothes and shoes are cute, but they're not really my style you know?
I'm more of a t-shirt with puns written on it and some regular jeans kinda girl.

Not saying that I'm a tom boy or anything but I hate 'girly-girly' clothes.

"Oh my god you look so cute!" Cassie beamed as I walked out of the dressing room with the dress that she forced me into wearing.

I told her about the dinner that we're gonna have with the Andrews later that day and she insists on me buying a dress to make myself look 'pretty and precious'. The two P's.

Talk about eye roll.

I sent her a whiny look and stomped my feet like a five year old. I didn't really like this dress. It was was way too much for a casual dinner with my new neighbors.

The dress was skin tight at the boobs, making my little tennis balls pop and then flowy down to my knees. It was literally squeezing my chest to the point it looks like it's ready to give the hell up and just be free. Open to all eyes.

I don't know how the hell Cassie can say I look cute in this dress. I look like I was ripped out of a porn magazine.
Okay maybe I'm exaggerating. Not a porn magazine. A strip club maybe?

Much of a difference? Eh.

"Cass, I don't think I'm comfortable with my boobs literally in everyone's face at the dinner table." I stated with a sarcastic smiled.

Cassie rolled her eyes and muttered a 'fine' before getting up and handing me the last dress that she chose out.

" Why do we have to buy a dress?" I whined and pouted my lips.
Cassandra just patted my hair and sent me her stupid sweet smile.

"Because they have a cute son our age that's gonna be there, can't have you looking like a potato now can we?" She asked as she walked back over to the couch that the store has right outside the dressing room.

I gagged.

"He is so not cute." I snorted, "And you haven't even seen him, how do you know if he's cute or not?"

"Girl instincts." She stated smugly with a shrug.
I rolled my eyes and walked to the room to try on the final dress.
I stared at the dress as I took it off the hanger. It actually doesn't look that bad. Not bad at all actually. It's a nice peach dress with a sweet heart neckline and flows to probably a bit below my knee. Girly, I know.
This is more 'cute and modest' and not 'sexy and slutty' like the previous dress. I shimmied into the article of clothing and smiled proudly when I looked myself in the mirror.

I think this is the only dress I've ever liked. Anyone that knows me knows that I detest dresses. And skirts .

God, don't get me started on skirts.

Skirts are literally made just for girls to flash people.

The inventor of skirts probably sat and thought long and hard about a way to see in between a girls legs in a very subtle, sneaky way. Then bam! We have skirts.