It's Just High School

Chapter 13

“I like her Leo.”

“Why’d you think I let her have dinner with dad?”

I was afraid that this afternoon wouldn’t sit well with Leila, having been the opposite of Sam, but Sam may have a liking over people that don’t take no for an answer. Not that we’re pushing her in on my sister’s wishes, but she doesn’t seem to mind that she’s being thrown around the mall for a single night’s dress.

Although I am thoroughly enjoying Sam’s trip down the mall, it certainly is getting me annoyed that we’ve shopped for over 2 hours now. It was one thing to pick clothes for Sam, but it was another to have to put up with Sam picking clothes with my sister. Leila doesn’t have the slightest bit of an idea how to pick a short selection of dresses to wear. I thought she would make it easier to pick one for Sam since she is a fashion guru, but apparently Leila didn’t have any plans on making it easy. She talked about shades of color half of which I’m not sure even existed and artist styles I haven’t even heard of.

But I have to admit, even I can’t decide on which dress to have Sam wear. Seeing her every day in plain clothes made me used to her look. To see her in a different style is too much of a delight for my sight. The whole parade of clothes she was playing with made it hard for me to decide which one to wear. If I can pay for all of it I would have. But dad will scream his head off to see my credit bill worth a castle.

When she got out of the fitting room, the whole world stopped. Time didn’t exist and all the problems in the world were solved at that moment. No war, disease, astronomic phenomenon or end of the world prediction could possibly ruin the day. It was a hands down choice of dress. I would have uttered a word but no language could describe the way the dress became perfect in the way it clung to Sam’s body. It is a show stopper.

“We have the one.” Leila said.

Sam went out of the fitting room in her clothes again and held the dress she had worn. Funny how simple it drapes on her arm not appearing as though it was something majestic when she wears it. My sister grabbed her by the arm, and signaled for the attendant to accompany us to the cashier.

“We’ll take all of it.” Leila said to her.

I quickly approached her and whispered to her ear “Leila, I can’t afford all that.”

She whispered back to me “Don’t worry about it, I’ll pay for it.”

Leila’s a very prudent spender. It was rare that she would splurge over something. For all the time that I knew her, she never even spent a dollar more than what she would like to buy. She doesn’t over shop. And she knows where all the sales and good boutiques are in town. She may be lousy on keeping time when shopping, but she was the best at finding the right deals. Which is why it’s a question on why she would pay.

“I’m not doing it for you Leo, I’m doing it for my own entertainment.”

“Which means?”

“I like your doll here. If ever your relationship doesn’t last, can I have her?”

“I am seriously doubting you now Leila. Do you like women too?”

“I was referring to getting her as a model.”

“I highly doubt that would work out. She hardly shows her face to people. Getting her walk a catwalk is a Herculean task. I’d pay you good money if you can make her do it.”

“Don’t underestimate my power of persuasion.”

“But for now, she’s mine.”

She shook her head with a small playful curve forming on her lips. She is clearly entertained with our argument. “I rarely hear you claim something like this. It is entertaining to see my baby bro grow out of his shell.”