Billie White

Chapter Fifteen

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

“So what did you have in mind?” Roman joked as we made our way to the mall.

“What do you mean, what do I have in mind?” I said and Roman chuckled. I straightened out his baggy white top, and shrugged his broad shoulders.

“What were you planning on buying?” I tugged at the hem of my blank wife beater, and ran a hand through my hair.

“I don’t know, I dress maybe? The last time you tricked me, into wearing a long dumbass maxi dress,” I snapped at him, and I rolled his eyes.

“You looked nice in it,” Roman shrugged, and I bit my lower lip; hiding my smile.

“Thanks, but I don’t think it was the appropriate outfit, for that occasion,” I said and Roman chuckled. We bumped arms as we crossed the road, and made our way through the mall parking lot.

“I think we should’ve come on my bike,” Roman muttered and I rolled my eyes at him.

“You’re obsessed with it, yet you hardly ever ride it.”

“I would, if you’d give me the opportunity,” he said and we jogged up the concrete steps. A couple of teens who I recognized, were sitting on the steps sipping strawberry milkshakes. I ignored their quick glances and whispers, then looked forward and walked straight into the mall. “They weren’t talking about you, you know,” Roman muttered once we were out of the most crowded part of the mall. We made our way into where most of the clothing stores were, and we stopped outside Forever 21. 

“What do you mean?” I said and bit gently, on my lower lip.

“You were nervous coming in, I could see it in your face,” Roman replied, and stared down at me.

“You seem to be noticing my face, more,” I said and tried to chuckle heartily, but it came out nervous.

“I am, and every time I do ... look, Billie. It honestly doesn’t matter.”

“I don’t like it when you say that, you know,” I said and poked his bare arm. “The last time you said that, you called me about some fact about llamas. Do I remind you of llamas, Roman?” Roman chuckled and I shrugged.

“Well now whenever I think of them, I’ll remember this moment.” I rolled my eyes and Roman smirked at me. He combed back his hair and nodded towards Forever 21. “You want to go in?” I nodded and he placed his hands on my shoulders, and pushed me in via the back. 

The loud pop music played at a medium volume, and I scanned the shop to see anything I liked. Girls milled round checking price tags, and put clothes up against themselves. They dumped them in their baskets, or just put them back on the rack to search for something cheaper. 

Roman took his hands off of my shoulders, then pointed over towards the far side of the shop. “Come with me,” he smirked. Not bothering to look where we were heading, I followed him through the shop and sighed when we got to the other side. Roman picked off a red bra with black lace, and looked at it through the light. “I think this’ll do just fine.”

“Roman, but it back,” I said and scowled at him. He pouted and I let out a sharp breath of frustration.

“Why? I think you’ll look really nice in it,” he said smugly and I grabbed the bra out of his hands, and put it back on the rack.

“Stop it. You’re acting like a child.”

“And you’re, acting like an old woman.” He peered close into my face, then ran a couple of fingers down the side of my cheek. “I can definitely feel your face, starting to sag and crease.” I sucked in my cheeks, but couldn’t stop myself from smiling at him. Roman flashed me a cheeky smile, then took a bra with huge cups and pressed it against his flat chest. “I think, this would be perfect.” He then checked the label and his eyes widened. “Holy ... it’s Double D.” Roman slowly looked up at me, then eyes my chest and smirked. “I think this would fit you, just fine Billie White.”