A month later
"You see, that's cute!" Dan said as I walked out of the dressing room. I made a face.
"I don't know. Suits aren't really my thing." I told him as he came over and straightened the suit jacket. I really didn't want to wear a suit to Dan's cousin's wedding.
"You look so adorable and sexy at the same time." He said, smiling and smoothing out the shirt.
"Sure, whatever you say. I guess I'll get it." I said and sighed.
"Please do." He grinned cheekily, his dimples popping up. A phone started to ring and I picked it up. My parents had given me a phone as a graduation present and said that they'd need to contact me at uni.
"Hey Mum." I said into the phone.
"You're getting a suit, right?" She asked.
"Yeah, I just picked one out. It's not too expensive." I told her, looking in the mirror and straightening out the tie.
"Oh. How much is it?"
"For everything, £120." I said, checking the tags of the shirt, the pants, the jacket, and the tie.
"Sure, you can buy it. But you better look good." She chuckled. I jumped with excitement.
"Thanks Mum! I'm going to go back to Dan's, but I'll be home tonight." I told her.
"Okay. See you then. Bye." She said and hung up. I put my phone down and looked at Dan again.
"She said I could buy it, Bear." I told him. He came over and kissed me a little.
"Good. Let's go." He said. "I don't like dressing rooms, they make me nervous."
"Why?" I asked, starting to take off the jacket.
"No reason really. They're just weird." He waved me off. I started to go into the dressing room. He followed.
"What are you doing?" I questioned.
"I'm helping." He smiled. I just scoffed and started taking off the dress shirt. I handed it to him and he started to hang it up on the hanger. The whole time he did this, he just started at my body.
"Looking good, Phil." He winked as I hung up the jacket.
"Oh please. I put on, like, 20 pounds in a month. I have a food problem." I scoffed at myself in the mirror. It was true. I had been drinking more than I should have and eating twice as much as I normally did. I guess it made up for all the time I hadn't been hungry. For basically all of puberty.
"I said, looking good, Phil. Did you not hear me?" Dan slyly grinned.
"Thank you." I sighed, not accepting the compliment at all.
"You're welcome." He replied. "Hurry up and we'll leave."
I took off my pants and hung them up. I got changed into my normal baggy jeans (that were getting tighter) and my t-shirt.
"Let's go, then." I said and we left the room. I carried the suit and things to near the cash register and Dan followed me.
"Uh.." I started. I was still too awkward to go up to a cashier and buy something. "Dan, can you, um, buy this for me?"
"Are you sure you don't want to do it yourself? Isn't that part of your therapy?" He asked.
"No." I lied, handing him the suit and my money. "Please help me."
"Okay, fine." He sighed and went up to the register. I watched him as he talked to the cashier, smiling and making small chat.
How did he do that? How didn't he have a nervous breakdown? Why didn't he feel anxious?
