A&L: Trial and Error

8

"Ouuuuuuu, how about this?" Kallie held out a short hot pink dress that would probably stick to me like a second skin.

"No. I'm not trying to look like a slut." I wobbled behind her. God Liam worked me so hard yesterday but I'm not going to complain. I don't do laundry. Especially not for a bunch of sweaty boys.

"Fine, fine. But you've said no to everything I showed you I'm about to give up on you." We wondered around the mall.

We're trying to find dresses for the dance on Friday. We kinda waited last minute since it's Wednesday.

"Sorry, I usually don't pick out my dressy outfits. My mom always controlled what I wore when I went out." She always bought me a dress before we could go out and let me pick.

"Well today you get to pick." She paused then her eyes lit up and grabbed my arm and started dragging me to the exit. "I know the perfect boutique downtown!"

I winced. "Okay, okay! Just slow down."

"Okay what's up with you? Why have you been limping all day?" She stopped and turned to me.

"Liam is training me. It's not important let's just go." I started walking again and Kallie followed me.
~*~
Liam's POV
I laid in bed throwing my football up and down thinking about her. I need to ask her to spring formal.

How the hell do I do it though?

Should I do some grand gesture like stand on a table? I mean most girls like that.

Or I could talk to her, just us, and ask her? Maybe ask her out after school?

This is too fucking hard. All I want is be able to walk in the dance holding her hand.

Is that too much to ask?

All of a sudden my door broke open. My sister walked in her heels clicking on the hardwood. Great.

"You can't date her." She stared down at me.

"Why the fuck not?"

"Because I said so." She inspected her nails.

"Last time I checked you don't own me Ash. I can date whoever I want. I like her and that's it." I kept on throwing my football up and catching it.

"Fine date her. You're just making it harder on her." She walked out.

What the hell does she mean?
~*~
Ava's POV
When I get home I walked from my car to the house and opened the door. "Hello! Anyone home?"

I jogged up the stairs and bursted into my brothers room and saw Ashlee and him sitting on his bed talking.

"Ava learn how to knock idiot." Alex glared at me.

I laughed. "The day you learn how to knock as well. Anyways just wanted to see who's home."

I began to walk out when I heard Ashlee call me back. "Hey what's in the bag?"

"Um a dress."

I continued walking yet she stopped me again. "For what?"

"Spring formal. Bye." I continued to walk away not wanting to keep on talking to her.

I walked over to my closet once I reached my room and dropped the bag on the counter in there. I spun around in a circle.

I saw one of my ballet outfits I was supposed to wear. I wanted to rip that stupid outfit to shreds.

I didn't want to remember how successful I could have been. It makes me so fucking angry.

I walked around my closet then looked back at the counter in the middle of my room.