Prove It

Chapted XXII

"What do you think of this one?" I ask, spinning around in front of the dressing room mirror. I think it's beautiful and classy, something I'd wear anytime.

"It's too baggy" Sofia tells me and I eye the dress critically in the mirror before rolling my eyes at her statement. I'm not sure what she means by "baggy". It's fitted at the top, but it flares a little below the waist. If that what she means by baggy I'm not sure she knows what the meaning of baggy is. I'm not a grandma, but I want to enjoy the food at the dance as well and I don't need people to see my after snacking rolls.

"You have a nice butt, show it off" she says pinching the skin of my behind. I flinch forward, rubbing my butt as I glare at her.

"What the fuck?" I snap as she cackles.

"Seriously Manda, please just try on the dress I picked out for you" she begs, jutting out her bottom lip in a pout.

"Sof there is no fabric on that dress. I'll look like a hooker working the streets at night" I complain. I look back in the mirror. "I don't think there's anything wrong with this dress."

"Please? If you don't like it you can take it right off, but just let me see you in it." I look at her face, and I can tell she's never going to give it up. I snatch the hanger from her grip and point her out the door.

I look at the offending dress as I hang the previous one back up. I don't know what Sofia is thinking with this one. She knows me well enough to know this is something I'd never go for.

It's a purple dress, which first off is so not my color, strapless, not my style, and so short I'm afraid if I move the wrong way it'll expose everything I have to the world.

But to make her happy I shimmy tube top on and pull down the skirt as far as it can go without also exposing the upper half of my body.

"Sofia come in!" I call from the inside. She swings the door open and her eyes go wide when she sees me.

"Holy shit you have to wear that!" she cries and I give her a 'what the fuck' look. Not just because of how loud she just shouted, but because I look absolutely hideous in this dress. Honestly I just think she wants me to have a bunch of skin showing.

"Sofia this is so ugly what are you talking about?" I turn sideways in the dress and see my stomach slightly protruding out. If I wear this dress, there's no way I could eat anything at the dance, and they have amazing food there.

"You look hot! That other dress you look like you're going to an egg painting party in sixth grade." She claps her hands together in glee, still strangely obsessed with how it looks.

"Well I'm not buying it, I'm not wearing it, and I'm never going to put on another dress like it ever again. I'm getting the one I like" I say, referencing to the one that apparently looks like a twelve-year-old's Easter wear. I think it looks real pretty.

"Fine, but I'm doing your makeup. Lord know you can't do eyeshadow for shit" she says and I don't reply. For one she's right, and two I don't think I have enough energy to argue with her anymore. I love her to death, but our constant bantering takes a lot out of me. 

"Can we get Wetzel Pretels?" she asks, not waiting for me to answer and runs right toward the kiosk in the middle of the mall's walkway to buy a bag of greasy pizza pretzels. I don't know how she can eat those things, there's enough salt to dehydrate my entire body. But honestly, that doesn't stop me from stealing one or two from the moist bag.

She walks up to me and sits down in the chair beside me and offers the bag to me. I gratefully take a nice fat soft pretzel and savor the butter drenched, salt covered pretzel.

"I don't see why you don't just buy your own bag" she mumbles still chewing on the food in  her mouth. I look away in disgust. I've told her so many times to not talk or chew with her mouth full. No one wants to see ground up food in your mouth, not classy.

"You know I'd eat the entire bag and feel like shit" I tell her. "If I don't buy them, there won't be an food for me to eat."

"So you'll let me get fat?" she asks, still choming away on her third piece now.

I roll my eyes at her. "Shut up, like you would. Let's go home, I need to do my laundry before tomorrow. I have nothing but sweats in my closet, and there's no way I can wear that tomorrow."

Her eyebrows raise up, and in combination with her food filled cheeks, she looks like a surprised chipmunk. "Isn't Marcus going with your family tomorrow?" she questions excitedly. I nod, a worried feeling taking over. Even though I know he's alright wtih it, I'm still not sure if I am.

"Do you think it's too soon for him to be meeting everyone?" I ask. "It's only been two months!"

"I don't believe anything is too early. Jon met my family two weeks after we started dating, and we're still together" she says proudly, and I give her a fake smile, so fake my mouth might just be a straight line bearing my teeth.

"But really, I don't think you need to worry about anything. I think your family is just happy your attracted to anyone at all" she cackles at her own joke and I, being unamused, flick her nose in annoyance. She squeals and flinches away, but not before I make contact.

"Ow!" she whines, holding her nose. She gives me a juvinile glare. "What was that for?" she demands.

"For being annoying" I answer, loftily, licking my fingers clean of the butter and salt still lingering.