It's Your Turn, Michael.

Alrighty.

I stood in the dressing room. 'Come on out!' I heard the SQUIP yell. I pout, looking at my attire. 'No. Way.' I thought, adding a huff.

'Then I'll come in there!' The SQUIP said. 

He suddenly took form behind me. We both stared in the mirror at the new look. 'I love it!' The SQUIP cooed. I huffed loudly, 'How, I literally look so gross!' I adjusted the clothing a bit. The SQUIP only smiled, 'Well, you're buying it. You want to look good for Jeremy, yes?' He whispered. He knew how to get me. He knew how to make me do whatever he wanted. 

I walked out of the store, clothes in hand. 'Now, go change in the car.' The SQUIP smirked. I whined loudly, but did do as he said. I stepped out a minute later. The SQUIP was no where to be found. "Michael?" I quickly turned around to see Jeremy. Alone. For the first time in like, a million years. "What's with the new outfit?" Jeremy pointed. 

What do I do?! I waved chilly, "Sup, broksi!" I manage to say. The SQUIP appeared behind me, 'Smooth.' Jeremy walks forwards. 

"Didn't think I'd see you here." Jeremy smiled.

"I come here like, ALL the time!" I lie.

"Whatever dude!" He laughed.

'Ask him out already, act like you're.. "bros" or whatever.' The SQUIP mumbled. I suck in a breath, puffing my chest out slightly. 

"Want to go hang and get some frozen yogurt?" 

"Heck yeah! As long as you're buying, man." Jeremy said.

My heart fluttered, "Alrighty."

(Sorry this one is a bit short, I just wanted to get something out there for you.)