Because Who Could Love A Broken Girl? ✔️

Who Could Love Textless Trips

Skylar's P.O.V.

"I don't think that's necessary..."

"Of course it is! What's the problem?"

"Uh... It's just not really... Me..." I reply awkwardly.

"Pish posh, dear. You'll look great."

I eye the material, carefully thinking of ways to nicely say, 'hell no'.

"Amy, I think that I'll pass."

She frowns. "Do you want a smaller size? I think that XS is the smallest, but we could have it altered or custom made if you want them tighter."

My eyes widen. "No!"

I clear my throat and run a hand through my hair uncomfortably.

"I-I mean... They're tight enough as they are. They're also expensive. Besides, we should stick to the task at hand, Prom."

She nods. "I agree. These are for after prom."

She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively, making me cringe slightly.

"Grayson will love them."

"There's not much there to love..." I mutter.

"What was that?"

"Nothing." I answer quickly. "Look, lingerie really wasn't on our list of necessities."

"But they could be now!" She cheers. "There's always more room on the shopping list. You're not just buying under garments, you're buying sexy."

I swallow, my nose scrunching slightly in disgust.

The bra alone could hardly keep my big toe warm, and don't even get me started on that sad excuse for panties.

Well, if that's was you choose to call them.

The back is only a string, and so is the waist band. The front is about the size of a premature infant's sock.

"Okay... Well, 'sexy' is expensive." I say.

She rolls her eyes. "I can always make more money. These are memories. Good ones."

I smile tightly and take the garments from her, returning them back up carefully onto the rack where she had first gotten them.

"And I can always make more memories." I say. "I'll be with Grayson for the rest of my life. I will always have time to... Make good memories."

She smiles, her eyes widening slightly as she shifts her gaze over my shoulder to peer at something behind me.

As I slowly turn around, my own eyebrows rise and my eyes expand to the size of goofballs.

"Grayson?"

He swallows, scratching the back of his head awkwardly as his cheeks overtake a faint shade of pink.

I guess he heard me.

Amy leans forward to hover over my shoulder and not-so-secretly whisper in my ear.

"I'll go check these out. If you don't wear them tonight for Grayson, then I'll wear them sometime for Sean. We've got to keep our 'private' lives interesting."

I visibly cringe, shuddering slightly in disgust as she strolls away with the lingerie.

I take a deep breath before clearing my head and turning back to my nervous looking boyfriend.

"What are you doing here, Gray?"

He swallows anxiously before opening his mouth to speak quickly.